Hey guys, I'm back! I wasn't planning on writing a second chapter but so many of you wanted more that I just couldn't refuse :)
I didn't have as much to work with for this chapter since 2-Pi-R only had like 2 scenes with Reese and Donnelly :P Oh well, I hope it's funny anyways! Enjoy...
Much to Donnelly's chagrin, he soon discovered that he couldn't just steal a suspect away from a crime scene in order to take him to a hotel and ravish him. No, the FBI had protocol. So in order to keep his job, Donnelly decided to take the Man in the Suit and the three imposters to the nearest and most secure prison, Rikers Island. Not the most ideal place for a first date, but it would have to do.
Once they reached the prison, Donnelly pulled Reese away into a secluded interrogation room and sat down next to him, his heart beating faster than an anxious Chihuahua. "I just can't believe I finally caught you," the enamored agent shook his head in disbelief. "You have to tell me, what is your name?"
John tried not to laugh as he shook his head and refused to meet Donnelly's intense gaze. He couldn't remember the last time someone had this creepy of a crush on him. "If I tell you my name it'll ruin all the fun," he replied coolly with his signature sexy little smirk.
Donnelly sighed in annoyance but tried not to let it get to him. He had the Man in the Suit. He should just try to focus on the positive. "Fine. But can we at least make out?"
John quirked an eyebrow and finally looked up at his obsessed stalker. Donnelly wasn't all that bad looking and John figured after all the man had been through, he at least deserved a kiss. "Sure, why not?" he shrugged.
Donnelly nearly fell out of his chair. Was he hearing things or had the Man in the Suit really just agreed to make out with him? As he edged nearer to the blue-eyed Adonis, he began to worry that maybe it was all just another dream and he was going to wake up cold and alone again as soon as their lips met.
But even as Donnelly got to within inches of his perfect face, the Man in the Suit didn't fade away. He just sat there looking calmly expectant and almost imperceptibly amused. Donnelly was shaking so bad he was afraid he would miss, but their noses lined up perfectly and as their lips met a choir of angels began to sing and fireworks went off inside of him.
All Reese experienced was the taste of overused breath spray and awkward one-sided passion.
After a few seconds of just sitting there, taking in the incredible moment, Donnelly began to deepen the kiss, working his tongue into John's mouth. Unexpectedly turned on by Donnelly's aggressiveness, Reese opened his mouth and began to kiss back until their tongues were battling for dominance like two territorial teenage drug-lords.
As much as he dreaded to end the best kiss he had ever experienced, Donnelly knew he'd gotten what he wanted so he reluctantly pulled away, making sure to retain a mouthful of John's saliva as he did so. Reese quirked an eyebrow in perplexion as Donnelly pulled a saliva swab out of his pocket, spit on it, and sealed it safely in an evidence bag. "There," he said. "Now I have your DNA. Since you won't tell me your name, I can use this to find out who you really are."
"Good luck," said John.
"I'm sorry to say this but you're going to be held in isolation with no contact. Not with your lawyer, not with those other guys, only with me. As far as the FBI is concerned, this is a matter of national security. You're the most dangerously sexy man I've ever pressured. I can hold you for 72 hours without charging you, and I fully intend to. Just give me those 3 days to win you over and if I can't, then you can go. Until then, you're mine." Donnelly grabbed Reese by the hand and escorted him to be processed into the prison system. "I hope you look good in orange."
A few minutes later, Reese was begrudgingly allowing himself to be escorted down rows of prison cells by a disinterested guard. He decided orange was definitely not his color, but he doubted Donnelly would mind. As soon as he was uncuffed and locked in his cell, he sat down and sighed, wondering how he was ever going to get himself out of this creepy mess and hoping that Finch hadn't been watching when he had kissed Donnelly.
Suddenly, something underneath of him began to vibrate. He furrowed his brow, wondering what creepy thing Donnelly had done now, and quickly looked around for the source of the disturbance. Much to his shock, he found a cell phone hidden under his flimsy prison mattress. Looking around to make sure he wouldn't be caught, he quickly answered the phone, already sure it was Finch.
"How did I know the federal government would be no match for you?" he asked.
"As I suspect it might be compromising for you to be found with a phone I'll be brief. The matter is in hand, John. We'll get you out of there," Finch promised.
"I took too many risks. It's my fault for being so sexy. I'll handle it," said John.
"Listen to me; I made preparations for a scenario like this. I always knew some obsessed stalker would try to steal you away from me. In 72 hours you will walk free," insisted Harold.
"What if another number comes up?"
"Unfortunately as I told you, they never stop coming. I'll have to manage as best I can. I sincerely hope our next conversation is under better circumstances," said Finch, letting the pain of being separated from his lover come through in his voice. "I'll be in touch."
With that, John hung up and sighed. How was Harold going to prevent crimes on his own? He couldn't even shoot a gun! If anything happened to Harold while he was locked up… Donnelly would have hell to pay.
Over the course of the next 72 hours Agent Donnelly did everything he could to win Reese over. He took him out of his cell under the pretense of interrogation so that they could watch romantic comedies, share candle-lit prison food dinners, stargaze through the barred windows, and make out on the interrogation room table.
Little did he know that Finch and Carter were doing everything they could to stop him from finding out the true identity of the man of his dreams. Carter had roofied some guy, stolen a sample of his saliva, broken into a secure government facility, and switched out his spit with John's. Now Donnelly would have no way of finding out who he was and would have no DNA evidence to keep him locked up any longer. It seemed like everything was going to work out, for John at least.
Donnelly had dressed in his best suit and tie on the third and final day. This was his last chance to win the Man in the Suit over. If he still didn't want him… well the special agent didn't even want to think about that. But it would probably involve quitting his job and eating chocolate ice cream for the rest of his miserable life.
As he was making his way to John's cell, one of his FBI lackeys ran up to him with the DNA results in hand. Donnelly could barely contain his excitement, until the lackey read him the results.
"Say it to me again," he said, trying not to lose his cool. "Slowly."
"According to the lab results none of the DNA we took from those four men matches any of the DNA in our database. They're clean, sir, all four of them."
Donnelly wasn't sure if he wanted to punch a wall or curl up in a ball, cry, and get to work on that chocolate ice cream. The man of his dreams was slipping right through his fingers all over again. It just couldn't be happening! "I want every one of those samples sent to Quantico, reviewed, and inspected for tampering." He froze mid-step right as his face dramatically came out of the shadows. "They got to it. I don't know how but those bastards got to it."
He could feel he was on the edge of an emotional breakdown and he didn't want the lackey to see him in his moment of weakness. "Go!" he snapped. But within a millisecond he found he could hardly stand the loneliness. There was only one person he trusted enough to be there for him. "One more thing! Get me Carter."
The lackey nodded and quickly walked away. This Donnelly guy was really starting to freak him out.
As Donnelly looked up at the clock in the hall, his heart skipped a beat. Time was up. They would be releasing the Man in the Suit any second now! He tore down the hallway, switching to a brisk walk as he neared the room where John would be, so as to look just desperate enough for sympathy.
When he arrived, the incredibly sexy man was just walking out of confinement. "Stop right there!" ordered Donnelly. He had come too far and worked too hard to see this man just walk away now. He was not going to get his heart broken again. He was going to keep this man locked up even if he had to make something up in order to do it. "These men have all been classified as unlawful combatants by the AUMF. Until we can establish that they're not a threat to national security they're not going anywhere." He shot one last desperate look at John before unstably shouting, "Put him back!"
John's heart sank. Well, there went his dinner plans with Harold… This Donnelly was crazier than he thought.
The FBI agent turned to Carter, incredibly relieved that she was there. She understood his obsession, he was sure she did! "Just the person I wanted to see!"
"What's going on? I thought the evidence cleared these guys," asked Carter, trying not to sound too distressed.
"The DNA, the finger prints, it's all too neat," he said lowly with a look in his eyes that usually only conspiracy theorists and jealous ex-girlfriends possessed. "I've been burned too many times trying to find love. There's only one person that I know I can trust not to think I'm crazy. You."
Oh shit. Thought Carter. I've really got myself into this now...
"I've only got one shot left at him, Detective. If he walks out of here I'm never going to see him again!" Donnelly died a little bit inside just thinking about that. "I know you were a senior interrogator in Iraq. It's time to put those military skills to use. I want you to interrogate every last one of these men and find out who they are, what they know. Start with him!" he said, pointing at the Man in the Suit who was currently being re-cuffed. At this point Donnelly didn't really care about John's welfare anymore. He just needed to know who he was and be with him forever!
John and Carter exchanged really obvious hopeless glances which Donnelly was apparently too heartbroken and crazed to notice. The sexy Man in the Suit was not going to get away from him. Not this time.