Reese was consumed with the latest case . Two numbers had come up and they were twins. Brother and sister appeared to have normal lives, but that's the way it appeared a lot of times.

Finch had sent him out to snoop around in both of their lives and it surprised him that a brother and sister both being thirty still lived together.

Reese looked around the house that they shared together. There were a lot of pictures of the two of them…a lot and he raised an eyebrow in concern. He wondered what kind of relationship they really had.

The brother Michael Fredericks ran the family auto parts business. The sister while she had a stake in the family business was an accountant. It appeared to be a cozy relationship and Reese wondered who would want the two of them dead.

He went by the auto parts store that Michael Fredericks owned, though he knew that Michael was out of town on a business trip. Michaela was there in his place. Reese ran his eyes over her. She was a beautiful woman, he had to admit. She was tall with long strawberry blond hair. She wore her glasses down on her nose and was apparently checking the stock when he walked into the store.

"May I help you?" the young man behind the counter asked when he walked in.

"I was looking for Michael" Reese said looking around.

"Mr. Fredericks is out of town." The young man said. "However Ms. Fredericks, his sister is here"

Hearing her name, Michaela turned and smiled and walked over to Reese. "Can I help you?"

"No…I just stopped in to say hi to Michael. I'm sorry I missed him" he turned and headed out the door. Michaela didn't disappoint and quickly stopped him.

"Wait. " Reese turned and looked at her. "I know all of Michael's friends. I don't remember you."

Just then a man wearing a long black trench coat walked into the store. He spotted Michaela immediately and walked between her and John.

"Micki, we need to talk" the man said staring at her.

"Not now, James. Can't you see that I'm busy" she insisted.

The man turned and looked at Reese. "Do you mind? This is a private conversation."

His threatening manner didn't intimidate Reese at all. He looked at Michaela and could see that she was scared of this man whoever he was.

"The lady is working. If this is a personal matter, perhaps you should come back later" Reese suggested grinning menacingly.

"James, please. I'm busy. We'll talk later" Michaela pleaded. "It's over. Why can't you accept it?"

"Don't think that I don't know what's really going on" James replied threateningly. The boy behind the counter picked up the phone to call the police and James quickly snatched it out of his hand.

"I don't think so" he snapped tossing the phone on the floor.

Reese couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly decked James with a quick punch to the jaw. He then tossed him out of the door onto the sidewalk.

James got up and assessed the situation and rather than go back in and fight Reese, he turned on his heel and left.

Reese turned to Michaela who breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. He can be quite demanding at times." Her hands were shaking and she leaned against the counter. Reese looked at the young man behind the counter who was taking everything in.

"Do you have somewhere that she can sit down for a minute?" he asked. The young man pointed to a door and Reese led Michaela to the back room that had a small table with a vending machine and a coffee maker.

"I don't know how you know my brother" Michaela was saying. "But I thank you."

"What's his problem?" Reese asked. "Why is he after you?"

"He was my boyfriend. He's just so jealous. He swears something must be going on between me and my brother. " She sighed. "Can you believe that? He's crazy. Michael tried to warn me that James was way to possessive and controlling."

"Look, you and your brother are in danger. You need to be careful. Can you call him and check on him and make sure he's OK?" Reese asked.

"He should be back from Florida this afternoon. I have to pick him up at the airport." Michaela replied. "Who are you and how do you know my brother?"

"Let's just say that I know things and I know that you and your brother's lives are in danger. I have a feeling that your friend James may be behind it." Reese speculated.

Reese stuck with Michaela for the rest of the day and went with her to the airport to pick up her twin. When they arrived, he saw James lurking in the airport and told Michaela to notify security. Finch had told him that he'd gone to James apartment and found hundreds of pictures taken of Michaela and her brother together. Obviously the man was obsessed and planned to kill them both.

Michaela filled her brother in on what was happening as they left the airport. She looked around for Reese, but he had disappeared. She hurried out with Michael and called a cab.

In the meantime Reese followed James after security had released him, finding no reason to hold or question him.

James returned to his apartment and was only there for a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. He opened it only to have Reese barge in and grab him by the collar.

"You!" he said recognizing Reese from the store.

"I have a message from Michaela" Reese hissed. "Stay away from her if you value your life."

"But I love her. It's that brother of hers. He doesn't want her to have anybody!" James insisted. "He's obsessed with her…his own sister!"

"It's you she's afraid of" Reese insisted smacking him hard.

"Heed my warning. Stay away…or else!" He then quickly exited the apartment.

"Mr. Reese" It was Finch.

"Yeah, Finch"

"It appears that our Mr. James Jackson is a busy man. He's recently purchased several firearms. I've done some checking and it appears that just last week he rather loudly accused the Fredericks of having an incestuous affair. He caused quite a stir in the restaurant it seems."

"I can imagine" Reese replied dryly.

"Any truth to his claim?" Finch inquired.

"Not as far as I can tell" Reese sighed. "The sister seemed to really be into this asshole! I'm on my way over there now."

Reese returned to the Fredericks apartment and found Michael and Michaela eating dinner.

"Did you talk to James?" Michaela asked.

"I did." Reese said eying her brother. "Any truth to his claim?"

"Of course not!" Michael said obviously disgusted. "He's sick. Micki has had other boyfriends and I haven't had a problem with them. He's crazy."

"It is unusual for a brother and sister to still be living together as old as you two are" Reese pointed out.

"We're not breaking any laws" Micki insisted. "My brother and I are very close. That doesn't mean that we're having sex! James is crazy. Besides Michael is gay."

"Not that it's any of yor business" Michael replied.

"Does James know?" Reese asked.

"Why do I owe him any explanation?" Micki snapped. "I told him that I love my brother. He's all the family I have left and he should have accepted my word. Instead he's concocted this asinine story of incest, embarrassing and confronting us in public…humiliating us. That's unforgivable! I broke it off! I'm done with him."

"Well hopefully he'll stay away" Reese replied.

"Mr. Reese" It was Finch.

"Excuse me" he said and stepped out of the apartment.

"What's up, Finch"

"It appears that our Mr. James has left his apartment with one of the firearms he's purchased. I think you need to alert the authorities.

Reese disconnected the call and his mind wandered to Carter. He quickly called her glad that he had a reason to hear her voice.

"Hello John"

"Hey." He said trying to control the lump in his throat. He quickly filled her in on the latest case. "Do you think that you can get a black and white over here in case he shows up. I'm about to exit. I'm sure he's on his way over here to confront the Fredericks."

"Sure" Carter replied.

John hesistated. "How have you been?"

"I'm fine, John" she replied.

There was silence on the phone for a few moments.

"We need to talk" John said finally. "I realized after I left you that night that you said those things to deliberately piss me off and push me away. I need to know why?"

"I believe that I should hang up now" Finch was saying. Damn! He'd forgotten about Finch for the moment. "The police will be there in seven minutes, Mr. Reese. You need to leave. Let the Fredericks know that the cops are on their way."

"Will do" Reese replied.

"I'll keep an eye on the Fredericks and keep you posted Mr. Reese. You and Detective Carter can get together and iron out whatever differences you two are dealing with."

"Meet me at the coffee shop in ten minutes" Reese said and hung up the phone before she could protest.

Carter arrived at the Coffee shop before Reese got there. She saw him as soon as he came in the door. He was dressed in his dark suit and he walked purposely to her table. She hadn't expected him to call and was surprised to hear from him after he had been avoiding her. She had been out with friends and now he looked at her questioning in the tight black dress she wore.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked eying her outfit.

"I was out with friends" she replied coolly.

Reese felt a nerve tick in his jaw. The low cut dress showed a hint of cleavage. He'd never seen her more beautiful or sexy and wondered if she'd been out with a man. The thought of another man putting his hands on her caused a pain in his gut.

"Let's go" he said standing in front of her.

"What?" she asked as he pulled her to her feet. "I thought we were going to talk here."

"Not private enough" Reese replied pulling her out of the coffee shop and leading her to the black SUV that Finch had given him.

She got in and he quickly came around the other side and pulled off.

"You'll have to bring me back for my car" Carter pointed out.

"Fine"

They didn't speak again until he parked in front of a warehouse and quickly got out and opened the passenger door.

"Come"

Carter obeyed, though she didn't know why. "Where are we, John"

"You'll see" was all that he would say to her.

He unchained a back door and pulled her through. He then quickly locked it and led her to a nearby elevator. They rode up several floors and then there was another door. Carter watched as he pulled out another key and opened the door.

The room was massive and was simply furnished. The glass windows overlooked the city and she walked over to them and looked out.

"Where are we?" she asked turning to him.

Johns eyes ran over her. She was stunning in that dress that clung to her curves. Who had she been with? He looked at her face, taking in everything.

"We're in my personal space." He relied. "This is one of the places Finch has provided for me."

Carter looked confused. "Why? Why have you brought me here, John?"

"To talk….to get a few things off my chest" he replied grabbing her hand and leading her to the nearby sofa. He sat in a chair across from her.

"You owe me an apology, Carter." He said smirking at her.

"I do? Why is that, John?" she said crossing her arms across her chest. He wished that she hadn't done that. It resulted in more cleavage for his viewing. He tried to keep his eyes on hers.

"What you said the other day really hurt me. That was pretty low. Later I realized you said it to make me mad and push me away. I want to know why?"

"John, I told you I was sorry-"

"Are you attracted to me Carter?" he asked, his voice hard. "Can you be honest with me and with yourself?"

"You're listening to Taylor? God, John. He's a teenager. Teenagers fantasize, you know."

"So it's all in his head, is that what you're telling me" he pressed.

Carter looked away. "It would never work, John."

"You haven't answered my question." He said leaning forward. "Tell me that we're just friends and you don't feel more for me and we'll drop this and go back to the way things were"

Carter's mouth was dry. Why had she told him what Taylor had said to her? She mentally kicked herself.

"I like you, John" she hedged.

"I know that." Reese replied. "I like you too, but contrary to what you said to me the other day, I am a white man and I do find you attractive…very attractive. I think of you as a friend and until Taylor started playing cupid, I didn't have any hope of anything more developing between us. Your son knows you well. He says that you're attracted to me also. Is it all in his head, Carter?"

Joss looked away, unable to meet his intense gaze.

"Just because there's attraction, does not mean we have to act on it" she replied. "There's a lot at stake here."

"Don't you think that I realize that? Just tell me the truth." John insisted.

Carter stared down at her hands and didn't reply right away. What could she say to him? How could she make him understand? He was a man of the world….he'd had all kinds of women, she was sure of that! He most likely wanted a woman who was more experienced than she was.

She hadn't noticed that John had slipped out of his chair onto the sofa beside her. He took her hands in his and she looked up at him.

"Look John…I don't think a relationship other than the one we already have would be wise" she said.

"What are you afraid of?" Reese asked. "Or is it that you don't think that I'm good enough for you. You were the one that brought up race. Are you not attracted to me, is that it?"

"That's not it" Carter insisted. "I'm sorry if you took my words that way-"

"That's what you said" he insisted.

"I was afraid" she said without thinking.

"Afraid of what? Me?" he asked surprised. "Joselyn Carter. You're not afraid of anything. You're the best damn cop I know. You'll take on Elias and all of his gang by yourself if he had to. What in the world could you be afraid of."

Joss looked up at him and he could see the hesitation in her eyes. "You John. You. I'm afraid of you."

Reese couldn't' hide the hurt that her words inflicted. Was she afraid of him because he was a killer, because of his past?

"Oh I get it. It's about what I've done-"

"No! That's not it" Carter said jumping up. "I'm…afraid of you…as a man. It's been a long, long time for me, Reese."

John was taken aback. She was afraid of him as a man? She wasn't some naïve school girl! What did she mean? He got up and walked over to her. He noticed that she was shaking a little even though her back was to him as she stared out the window.

"Josh, why?" he whispered turning her around to face him. "I'm just a man. You were married. I'm no different than any other man."

"It's been so long…" she said lowering her eyes. "Look John, I don't think it'll be that good between us…I mean…you'll be disappointed. I haven't had that much experience and I need time. I just think that we shouldn't cross that line-"

"Why should I be disappointed" he asked clearly confused.

"I'm not a sexual person…OK" she said looking away. "I mean-"

"Are you telling me that you don't like sex?" John asked surprised.

"I like it well enough" Carter replied obviously frustrated at not being able to articulate what she was feeling. "It's just that it's been a long time and I don't want to disappoint you. Just the thought of taking of my clothes for you scares me to death."

John stared at her in disbelief. Not Carter. She was surrounded by death everyday and she was afraid of having sex with him? Unbelievable. He pulled her into his arms.

"Look, let me ease your mind" John insisted. "I won't push you. You're going to have to come to me, Joss…and I'm confident enough in my abilities to know that you will come to me at the right time."

Joss looked at him in disbelief. "You don't know that. "

He smirked at her. "Oh, I'm sure about that. I've been watching you, Jocelyn Carter. You're a passionate woman and you don't even know it. I don't know what happened before, and I don't care. " He put his lips close to her ear. "But I know this…I want you. You're beautiful and sexy and this is one white man that likes what he sees."

"Oh" was all Joss could get out. He was in her personal space and she could smell the cologne he was wearing.

He pushed her back against the wall and kissed the side of her mouth and then nibbled on her earlobe. "Are you getting wet Joss?" he asked as his hands slid from her waist to cup her luscious ass.

"I…I don't get wet…much" she gasped as he squeezed her backside.

"Well I see I 'll have to work on that" he smirked. "I can't wait to taste your sweet nectar."

"I…I don't' do that" she stammered pulling away.

"Why not?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.

Joss mouth was dry and her heart was beating fast. She needed to get out of there and quick.

"I think you need to take me back to my car" she said trying to keep her voice level.

Reese stared at her a moment before speaking.

"You're all woman standing here before me in that tempting black dress." He said finally. "All woman…but you're acting like a scared virgin. You're full of contradictions, Detective."

Carter ran her hands down the side of her dress and pulled on the hem. Why did she wear this dress to begin with? Taylor had been the one insisting that she buy it. Why oh why did she listen to a seventeen year old?

"I told you that it's been a long time" she said averting her eyes. "I doubt if you have the patience for me to work though a few things."

"I have patience"

"You're talking about doing that…you know oral things…I…I …don't think we should" she stammered remembering the humiliation of her husband's attempts.

"Your husband never wanted to taste what belonged to him?" he inquired pulling her back into his arms.

"I don't want to talk about him. " Carter sniffed. "He was a good man. We were good together…there were just some things we didn't do…I mean…we were apart a lot. We stuck to the basics."

"He was your first?"

"We were each other's firsts" she replied looking up at him. "I guess you think that's pretty pathetic, huh?"

"No. I gather you were both young and inexperienced. There's nothing wrong with that." John said softly. His voice reassured her. "You both were in the military…away from each other a lot…no time to learn the intimate details of each other's desires…and then Taylor came along."

Joss didn't reply, surprised at how accurate his assumptions were. Once Taylor came along, she could hardly remember them being intimate before she got the news of her husband's death.

John turned her face towards him and their eyes locked. "He's been dead a long time, Joss. It's been such a long time, I realize that and I won't rush you. I'm going to wait for you to come to me…all wet and ready. It's going to happen…and I can promise you that it'll be good."

"Don't make promises you can't keep" Joss said pulling away from him again.

"Oh, I don't" John said grabbing her hand and leading her to the door. He turned to her and gave her a hard look. He leaned down and put his lips close to her ear.

"I want that nectar, Carter. I want it flowing like a faucet. I want to drink deeply and you'll get to taste the sweetness for yourself when I kiss you."

Joss gasped and pulled away unable to hide her embarrassment at his words.

"I think we should go"

"Of course" Reese said laughing and quickly escorted her back to the elevator.

Joss couldn't sleep that night thinking about Reese's words. She didn't want to tell him that her husband hadn't really cared for oral sex. He'd tried it a couple of times because he wanted her to reciprocate. She could tell that he was struggling when he performed it as his displeasure was obvious to her. She had finally told him that she really didn't like it just to get him to stop trying. She now remembered the relief he'd shown on his face afterwards and it hurt her more than she cared to admit.

All sorts of things ran through her mind. She wondered if it would be different with Reese or would he also be repelled by her scent and taste like her husband had been. It was humiliating and embarrassing to think about. He seemed so sure of himself, the prick!

She wondered what he looked like without clothes and wondered how big he was. OK Joss. That's enough. This man is driving you crazy!

She sat up on the side of the bed and looked at the clock. It was three am. She had a long day in the morning, but she couldn't sleep and it was all because of him! She quickly dialed his number before she would lose her nerve.

"Hello Carter" John said on the other end. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep. All thanks to you" she accused as she lay back on the bed.

"Me? I was sleeping just fine" he replied.

"I bet"

"Are you touching yourself, Carter?"

"I don't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because" she said not able to think of another answer to give him.

"You're a virgin, Carter. I see I'm going to have to go slow" he chuckled.

"I am NOT a virgin." She debated. "It's just be a while."

"Can I blow the cobwebs away? I'm very good with my tongue" he teased.

"Can't you talk about anything else but that?" she snapped.

"You called me…" he reminded her "Because you're all hot and bothered and can't sleep. Check yourself and see if that kitty is starting to weep a little."

"Asshole" she spat.

"Ah, so it is. That's good" he chuckled. "Let me turn up the faucet a little. Do you shave, Carter? If you don't I mind. I bet those curls down there are so soft. I want to make you cum on my tongue so that all that nectar you've been hording will gush out on my waiting tongue."

Joss gasped at his words. "I didn't cum often" she confessed. "So you have your work cut out for you."

"Oh, I'm up to the task" he insisted. "Touch it Carter. Is it wet?"

"I'm not doing that." She insisted.

"For me…touch it, Carter" he urged, his voice husky with desire.

Joss could hear the urgency in his voice.

"Touch it, Carter. It won't bite. You'll sleep better, I'll guarantee it. Trust me"

Joss groaned and slowly touched herself finding herself a little moist.

"Is it wet?"

"Just a little" she admitted.

"Insert a finger" he instructed.

"No"

"C'mon, Joss. Pretend it's my finger" he urged.

He heard a satisfied moan as her response.

"That's it. Feels good, doesn't it baby. Now move it in and out slowly" he instructed.

Joss didn't know why she was doing what he was telling her. She had never masturbated before, but it was something about his voice that was urging him on.

"Are you getting wetter, Carter?"

"Yes" she admitted.

"Good" John said as he heard her breathing increase. "Now touch you clit…gently. Make circular motions. That's my tongue on you..drawing circles, Joss. I want that sweet nectar. I want you wet and dripping for me"

Her response was an affirmative moan.

"John…"

"Yeah, Joss"

"I don't cum"

"Push that finger in further, Joss" he instructed. "Now bend that finger like you're beckoning someone to come to you."

"Oh…"

"Yeah baby. Now pinch my clit. It's mine now, Joss"

"It's not happening" Joss said sounding frustrated. "I told you that I cant' cum. Somethings wrong with me."

"Nothing's wrong with you" John reassured her. "I want you to think about me on top of you…filling you with all that I have…in and out…fast and slow."

"Oh god" Joss gasped as she moved her fingers as he instructed.

"That's it. In and out. " he instructed. "I bet your hand is covered now. I'm so jealous….push that finger in …in fact put two fingers in and touch your clit as you move them in and out, Joss."

"Oh god, John!"

She had dropped the phone and her voice was distant. It was a few minutes before she returned to the phone breathing hard.

"Did you cum?" he asked.

"I think so" she replied still breathing hard.

"You think so?" he chuckled. "Well Detective, when I do it, you'll know for sure."

"Uh…I've got to get some sleep. Goodnight, John." She said obviously embarrassed.

"Goodnight Carter" he chuckled before hanging up the phone.