"Twins, John! You knocked me up with twins!" John drove himself and Joss to their new loft. He was still shocked and in awe of the fact that he was having a boy and a girl. He smiled as he continued driving. He had been just hoping to have a healthy child, the gender did not matter to him. But now, now he was getting to have both. "How damn fertile is your sperm? There better not be anymore in there." she absently rubbed her belly while she freaked out, he thought it was kind of cute, the normally level headed Jocelyn Carter freaking. But he wasn't fairing much better but he was trying to be her rock.

"Joss, its not that huge of a deal; other women have had twins."

"You're a man, you don't get a vote."

"What? Why?"

"I don't see you pushing a baby out of you!" he laughed softly, but it ceased immediately when he felt the hot glare on him. Maybe it was a stupid idea to laugh at the mother to be.

"Joss, that's physically impossible," he said gently. "The doctor said that you are taking care of yourself really well, she's impressed," he said, trying to steer her away from thinking about the twins aspect too much.

"John, one baby is hard enough to take care of, but two, two is a lot harder. We both have stressful jobs and-" he pulled off to the side of the road, sliding the gearshift into park. He turned to eye her, touching her cheek gently and lovingly.

"I love you and we'll make it work."

"Two babies," tears slid down her cheeks. "How are we going to handle two babies? I'm an NYPD homicide detective and you, you have a death certificate."

"Joss, its going to be okay. Nothing will ever hurt you, Taylor, or these babies. I can promise you that. I'll protect all of you with my life." She shifted her watery gaze to him. She smiled softly.

"I know that, thank you for letting me freak out. I know you are too," she sighed pulling him to her to kiss him. He kissed her lightly before pushing back. He recognized that look.

"No sex in the car until you aren't pregnant anymore." She pouted. "The doctor said you need to take it easy."

"She didn't mean I couldn't have sex."

"You're right, she didn't say we couldn't have sex, but we aren't having sex in the car." He remained stern on this one aspect. He wasn't having the mother of his twins, the love of his life trying to contort while they had sex in the car. He wanted her comfortable.

"John, before I get too fat and you are turned off by my body we need to get it on as many times as I can get." he eyed her appalled that she would ever think he wouldn't be turned on by her!

"I will never be turned off by your body, you are pregnant with my children, that is a beautiful thing."

"Oh god, will you just tear off my clothes and have sex with me already."

"No sex in the car!" he wasn't budging on this.

Joss folded her arms across her chest. "I remember a time when you enjoyed having sex in the car with me, it was only a few months ago!"

"That was before you became pregnant with my twins, and getting you in the backseat of my car sounded like heaven. Now I want my future wife and the mother of my children to be comfortable, not cramped in the back of my car."

"John you can't say beautiful things like that and withhold sex. Its cruel." he pulled out back onto the road.

"Who said I was withholding anything, I'll be on top of you once we are back at home, you're not the only one that has urges, Joss." He grinned, which she shared in. "I want to be inside you so badly, and I don't even have raging hormones."

"No you're just a man, sex is all you think about." He laughed, like she was one to talk. She loved having sex. "Well speed up, at this rate I'll be giving birth to our children before you get us to the loft so you can make love to me over and over again."

"We're almost there, a few more minutes won't kill you."

"My hormones might. I now have two babies playing tricks on my body, so I'm going to be twice as randy."

"You're just randy."

"True, so speed up."

"Oh so now its okay to speed, huh?" he chuckled as he pulled up to their new place. The movers should be finished, Fusco had been gracious enough to be there for the movers from both of their apartments. Joss was out of the car, quickly waiting impatiently for him on the sidewalk as he climbed out. He moaned when his phone rang.

"NO!" she leaned her head back as she eyed the sky. "Don't answer it," she pleaded as she bounded her way to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Pretend it's a wrong number, just long enough for you to sate my needs."

"Joss, I can't," he said regretfully, she leaned her head against his chest dejectedly as he answered the phone. Of course this was his luck. John wanted to get her alone so he could be with her, not just for her needs but for his own. "New number, Finch?" he barked into the phone.

"Yes," Finch sounded unsure and he sort of felt bad for being in such a foul mood as he answered the phone. It wasn't Finch's fault he needed to bed Joss like nobody's business. "It's a little peculiar of a case, I'll explain more when you get here."

"I'll be there soon." he sighed.

"Mr. Reese, if I may…" before he could hang up on him he heard Finch's voice filter over the phone. Joss was lightly beating her forehead against his chest.

"What Finch?" he asked in a lighter tone.

"Bring Jocelyn with you." His brows rose high. Finch wasn't too happy with her knowing about the numbers, but he hadn't allowed her to be in the library before.

"Why?"

"Because I need her help too on this particular number, she's going to be helping you."

"Finch, she's pregnant." Her head immediately snapped up at that.

"What's going on?"

"Finch wants me to bring you to our HQ, so you can help me with the new number." Her sad eyes immediately cleared up, a smile filled her face.

"Tell him yes!"

"You're pregnant." She pushed out of his arms to peer up at him.

"So? I've been working cases at the precinct, why can't I help with your number?" she crossed her arms across her chest again. She was giving him that determined look again, she reserved it for him when they beginning an argument.

"Because Fusco is with you, he does the heavy lifting, and I make sure nothing harms you."

"So what? Things could come up, I'm helping you, besides Finch wants me there too. I was never invited before and I want to see where my future husband works."

"Joss working on this number might be too stressful for you and the babies." his free hand went to her small belly through her coat.

"Babies? Mr. Reese, as in plural, as in more than one baby?" Finch's voice filtered through his ear, he had forgotten Finch was on the other end.

"Yes Finch, Joss is having twins." He heard a gleeful sound escape his friend and employer.

"Twins, oh joy, two babies to dote on."

"A boy and a girl, Finch." she called out. He heard him typing away.

"What are you doing Finch?"

"I'm looking up cribs, car seats, binkies," binkies what the hell was a binky? "Oh just hurry, I'll have it all printed out for you two to pick from."

"All, what do you mean by all?" But Finch hung up on him. "He hung up on me." he looked incredulous.

"Lets go," she sidestepped him as she climbed into his car on the driver's side. He whirled around, staring down at her as she smiled sweetly up at him.

"Don't you think you need to go upstairs to our apartment, allow Fusco to go?"

"Nope, I can call him to tell him he can go, the moment I leave you'll ditch me."

"I wouldn't ditch you, I would just strategically leave you behind."

"How is that different from ditching me, John?"

"It sounds nicer," he sighed as he walked around the car to climb into the passenger side seat. He shut the door with a soft thud, John leaned his head back against the headrest. "At this street take a right," he sighed as she pulled away from the curb, listening to his directions. While he directed her to the library she called Fusco to relieve him from apartment sitting when the movers were gone. She pulled up to the abandoned library and she furrowed her brows.

"My future husband works here, this could fall down around your and Finch's head!"

"It's not that bad Joss." he smiled softly, as he climbed out.

"Not that bad, I've seen ant hills built better."

"Cute, but this is the best place; its owned by Finch; its in limbo; no one will ever look for Finch and I here. Plus the inside looks a little better than the outside." John assured his overly skeptic fiancé. She didn't look appeased as she followed him towards the door. Her dismay vanished as they walked into the library.

"Okay, its not THAT bad."

"Hello Jocelyn," she was greeted by Finch as they walked down the long hall to where it opened to a much wider area. Finch was seated behind multiple computers, Bear in his doggie bed looking up at her, his tail thumping hard. He petted the dog and she did the same.

"Hey Finch, I finally get an invite, only took me getting engaged to John to get one," she sniffed.

"Yes, well as I told you before I'm a very private person."

"Yeah. So you summoned us, what's up?" Finch's lips twitched into a smile before he pointed to a stack of papers.

"Before we get to that Jocelyn, I need you and John to look these over." he patted the top page. He looked over her shoulder as she picked up the large stapled packet of papers.

"Finch, this is baby stuff."

"I know with you having twins, I need to make sure you and Mr. Reese are ready for the babies."

"But, we can't afford these things, right John?" She scoffed at the one crib, it was five hundred dollars. There were pages upon pages of cribs. He sighed, he had known they needed a crib, carseat, diapers, and clothes, after that he hadn't realized everything else that was needed. John smirked when he saw what page she flipped too.

"What's this?" he pointed with a wink to her, which she eyed suspiciously before looking down.

"It's a breast pump," she bumped his hip with hers playfully. His eyes raised when he saw there was at least three pages of different breast pumps.

"Joss, would you like electric or manual breast pump because there are several to choose from in either category." he took the packet of papers from her.

"Manual and I'll make you do the work."

"My pleasure." She rolled her eyes before looking back at Finch, who was eyeing them with a happy look on his face. He sighed when he saw checkmarks near every category, thinking he knew what they meant, but wanted to be sure.

"Finch, what are these checkmarks for?"

"Those are all the items I'll be purchasing myself for your two bundles of joy." she leaned over to look at the checkmarks.

"Finch, there is checkmarks near every category."

"Yes, Jocelyn, both you and Mr. Reese will accompany me to the baby store of course, but I'm buying everything. It's my baby gift to you."

"I thought that the working Hawaiian vacation was!"

"No, that was Finch helping me try to ask you to marry me, plus we had a number."

"I can't let you purchase all this stuff."

"I'm a billionaire, Jocelyn, you and Mr. Reese are my dear friends and I wish to be apart of your children's lives." he looked up from the packet of papers, smiling softly at his friend and employer. Finch had saved his life, given him a reason to go on, which he had him to thank because if he hadn't he wouldn't ever have fallen in love with Joss, he probably wouldn't even be alive right now

"You are, the twins are going to love their uncle Harold," she assured the elder man with a light touch to his arm. She seemed to sense Harold's sadness over his own inability to have children. Finch nodded, and a smile filled his face once more.

"Then its settled we will go baby shopping when its convenient for you both." she looked at him helplessly, he knew she felt unaccustomed to accepting such a gift, but he shrugged. Once Harold had his mind set on something he never strayed. He turned to look behind him to the glass board where a man's photo was taped to.

"Who is he?"

"He is the manager at The Peninsula New York, he's the age of fifty six years old, and he's married to his high school sweetheart for thirty six years." he turned to look back at Finch, confused a little.

"You said the case was a bit peculiar, why?"

"Well, he's a bit of a recluse, no digital footprint that I can see, and he'll be elusive. It's peculiar because I'm sending you both in tonight on a stakeout of sorts to see if you can get any visual on him. Now please go try to get eyes on him, the room I booked for you is under Warren, have fun I already packed a small suitcase for you both. Its in the trunk of my car. Taylor, is happy to stay with his grandmother to give you to a chance to stakeout this hotel." Finch was speaking a mile a minute, and he felt like he was being set up or something, but he couldn't say for sure since Finch wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise.

"Finch, what-"

"Go on, Mr. Reese." he narrowed his eyes on him when he shooed him, but Joss happily tugged on his arm.

"Come on John." She tugged him with her, carrying their packet of papers for the baby stuff to the exit. "Don't kick a gift horse in the mouth." she whispered. They both missed Finch's smile as they left.

"Joss, this seems a little weird doesn't it?" he said as they exited the library, going towards Finch's car.

"What?" she demanded opening the driver's side door, finding the trunk button, popping it open. She slammed the door shut before hurrying towards the trunk.

"He said the case was peculiar, but he's the one acting peculiar. This man, this manager of this five star hotel is a recluse? He needs both of us to stakeout the hotel?"

"It smells like a setup, but do you really care?" she grinned holding up the small suitcase, unzipping it to peer inside.

"No ugly Hawaiian shirts in there right?" the last time Finch had packed for him, it looked like someone had thrown up on him multiple times.

"Nope, just a pair of dress pants, and unfortunately for me-a change of boxers, some socks, and an undershirt for you." She smiled before looking back in the bag. "And for me…" she trailed off frowning at what she saw.

"He packed clothes for you." he frowned too. He had a vision of her delightfully naked the entire night and morning. She could cover her gorgeous body up with her coat and that would be all.

"Hey, I get a change of clothes too you know." She chuckled, seeing the gleam in his eyes as he eyed her body. "But he packed me a hoodie and matching pants." she sighed. John peered inside.

"Its your favorite purple hoodie and matching pants though."

"Yes, BUT we will be leaving a fancy New York hotel you are going to be leaving in your dress pants and me, I'm going to be leaving in sweats!"

"He just wanted you comfortable."

"We need to stop allowing him to pack for us." She sighed slamming the trunk shut before taking his hand as they walked slowly back towards his car.

"Joss, you don't care that this sounds and feels exactly like a setup?"

"Nope, I get you all to myself in a fancy New York hotel, I could kiss Finch."

"What about our place?"

"The boxes will remain packed, for an extra day. Who cares." she grinned. "Besides we aren't even sure if this is a setup or not."

"It's got to be a setup," He smiled down at her. "But if there is no new real number, spending the night with you at a fancy New York hotel sounds perfect." he leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek. "No interruptions, no Taylor, I can be inside you finally," he whispered and she shuddered. "Pleasure you all night long."

"No more talk, lets go."

"First we need to make sure he's not a real new number."

"You know how to be a buzz kill don't you John?" she sighed as they climbed into his car after flinging the lone bag in the backseat of his car. He smiled as they pulled away from the library and began driving to the hotel. He couldn't wait till these few days were over, so he could make her his in every way.

Author's note: utter fluff that's what this story is gonna be, last story was an actual real number this time everyone including our peeps can tell this is a setup...the real question is why? The next chapter has MORE fluff, and maybe something that could bump the rating up I'll have to decide if its enough to bump up from T to M not sure.

Thank you for reading as always iheartu, tomorrow I'm gonna update Time Lapse :D