III. Work out with me

"You know this is completely unnecessary Finch, I'm fine." John bit out as he walked down the street dressed in basketball shorts and a sleeveless black t-shirt, carrying his gym bag.

"Ms. Shaw believes that there could be nerve damage, and since she is a doctor forgive me if I value her professional opinion over yours." Harold retorted back over the phone.

"It was only a few bruise's Finch." John complained as he stopped in front of the gym.

"Mr. Reese, you were shot with a shotgun and fell out of a three story building, you are going to physical therapy and if you are cleared, then you can come back to work." Harold replied hanging up.

John rolled his eyes as he entered the building walking up to the receptionist sitting at the desk.

"Hello how may I help you." She asked.

"Um.. yes my name's John I have a physical therapy appointment at 8." John replied as he looked around the waiting room.

"Oh yes, you'll be in room eight, just go down the hall, it's the last room on the left, Jay is waiting for you." She instructed

John gave her a small smile and nod before moving down the hall stopping at the last room.

As he pushed the door open he made himself familiar with the layout of the room. Taking in the pull up bars mounted on the walls, the weight bench and hand weights. His eyes glanced at the blue padded floor mats the covered the rooms floor from wall to wall. After looking around the room one more time he set his gym bag down.

"And here I thought you weren't going to show up."

John wiped his head around as he saw Joss walk into the room carrying a water bottle.

"Joss?...What are you doing here?" John asked in confusion.

"I'm your trainer" she smirked as she sat her water bottle down, removing her sweat shirt and pants.

"What." John stated dumbfounded as his eyes widen in shock as he stared at her clothed in nothing but a black sports bra and very tight, very short black work out shorts.

"I'm here to work you out John and to make sure you're at your best." she replied as she walked over to him.

"Now arms up, feet shoulder width apart," she commanded standing in front of him.

John skeptically raised his arms and plated his feet shoulder width apart.

"Any pain in your arms?" she asked as she placed her hands on his shoulders, trailing them down the lengths of his arms, squeezing at random intervals.

"No." John replied looking down at her as she stared up into his face.

"How about here?" she asked running her hands down his sides, stopping and squeezing his waist, before resting her hands on his hips.

John shook his head as he coughed and pretended to clear his throat.

"That's good," she replied as she got on her knees gripping his ankle, "what about here?"

"No." John bit out suddenly finding a random spot on the wall and staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the room.

"John look at me?" she asked.

John took a deep breath as he cast his eyes back down, he stared into her eyes as she looked up at him with a smile.

"What about here?" she asked as she squeezed his upper thigh with both hands, "do you feel anything stiffing?"

'Not in my leg's' John thought to himself.

"Nope," he bit out as his thoughts began to think of other things she could be squeezing, while she was down there.

"Good now let's start with some simple stretches" she replied, he watched as she faced forward and moved slightly to his left.

"Okay arms up interlock your fingers above your head."

John followed her instructions, his eyes watching as the muscles in her back began to flex.

"And then bend forward, and grab your ankles."

John felt his mouth slightly drop open as she bent over, the spandex material of her shorts tighten around her ass.

"Damn" John muttered out under his breath.

"John!" She exclaimed.

"Huh" he blinked in confusion.

"Bend over," she demanded.

John cleared his throat and continued with his stretch.

"Alright drop and give me fifty," she commanded.

"What?" John questioned.

"You heard me John on the ground and give me some pushups."

John hesitated before he sunk to the floor and began his pushups.

"What the hell are those John?" she asked.

"Last time I checked, they were called push-ups Joss," John replied sarcastically pushing himself up, lifting his head to glare at her.

"I don't think so. I wanna see you go down, all the way down, put your face to the carpet." She demanded with a coy smirk.

John felt his face flush as he eyes settled between her legs, thinking of an entirely different carpet before they quickly settled back on the floor as he continued to do his push-ups until he got to fifty.

"ok, next up is some bench presses"

John got up off the ground and made his way over to the bench press machine.

"So how much can you lift John?" she asked touching the weights on the ends of the bar.

"About two hundred and eighty pounds," John replied as he laid down on the bench steadying his arms on the weight bar. He lifted his head slightly swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched her straddle his body, the insides of her very toned thighs brushing the sides of his torso, "Joss what are you doing?"

"I'm spotting you, now start lifting." she ordered grabbing hold of the weight bar as he lifted it off the stand and began his reps. After a few seconds passed he stopped.

"I can't do this." John stated after five reps, placing the weight bar back on the stand and sitting up, his face becoming level with her stomach as he stare at her belly button.

"Why's that John, are you in pain?" she asked running her hand and nails through his hair gently as she settled into his lap.

"I'm a little distracted by the half-naked woman sitting on my lap." John half joked as he looked up at her.

"Aww you poor baby…would you prefer me completely naked?" She purred out as she rolled her hips against his growing erection, her hands gripping his hair yanking his head back.

"Hell yes," John muttered out, grabbing a hold of her hips, his eyes fluttering closed as she slide her hand into his shorts grabbing hold of him and stroking.

"Well I hope you can do more than five lifts when you're lifting me John." she moaned out.

"John! …John!'

"John!..."

"Reese!"

John jumped his eyes flying open as a fist connected with his shoulder. He stared blankly through the windshield of the tinted town car at the empty street in front of him.

"Dude, what the hell your hours up. It's my turn to catch some Z's," Shaw complained as she tossed the binoculars to him.

John blinked profusely shifting in his seat discreetly, as his brain finally caught up to the fact that he was on a stake out with Shaw.

As he glanced at Shaw out the corner of his eye, wondering if he had said anything out loud due to his dream.

"There hasn't been any activity the number is still up in his apartment." Shaw stated as she leaned her seat back, getting ready to fall asleep.

"Oh and two more things," Shaw adding placing her feet on the dash board and pulling her hat down over her eyes.

"And what would that be Shaw?" John asked slightly frustrated as he tried to hide the problem in his pants without drawing attention to himself.

"First, you talk in your sleep and Second, you better not jack it in Finch's car while I'm sleeping, save that shit for when you get home," Shaw snorted out " …or better yet,…let Carter do it for you." She finished with a laugh.

"Damn it" John cursed under his breath as he felt his face flush in embarrassment.