Days had gone by since they finished up both their cases on the same night. Carter made Reese work for her forgiveness over having some other broad's tongue down his throat. Shaw hadn't seen Jake since taking him home during the morning when Finch had workers repairing his window for him. Jake had asked her out for a real date, which she declined, and she left immediately after. But since then she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind. She wondered what he was doing, was he dating someone off that dating website? They didn't have a new number and she was quite bored. She hadn't been able to go out and find a bed partner just to ease the frustration she was feeling thanks to Jake.

She sat in her car, munching on a chocolate bar near Jake's apartment. Her eyes glued to her binoculars, gazing at high zoom through his newly replaced window. He had the weekends off, and he was in his loft currently, working out. He was doing chin ups on a bar he had bolted across the doorway of the office in his place. Sweat trickled down his sleek form into his black mesh workout shorts. He had a barbed wire tattoo wrapped around his left bicep, his pecs and abs were nicely defined. For fuck's sake, she couldn't endure this any longer, she wanted him it would be just a one-time thing and then it would be over. She needed to work him out of her system, once would have to be enough, because she did not have repeat sexual encounters with the same man or woman after one night. She slid from her car, walking quickly to the ritzy complex of his. This was insane, he was nothing like what she wanted, but she couldn't say she didn't like what she saw. She immediately made her way to his place, instead of knocking she pulled her lock pick out. She quickly picked it and let herself in, before shutting the door behind her.

"Sure just let yourself in," he called out not even sounding like he was winded. Their eyes met as she moved further into his place, he didn't stop doing his chin ups. "What are you doing here, Sam?" he asked as he dropped down. He stood staring at her, while she just merely walked over to him without answering him.

"I want to clear something up with you."

"Okay?" He grabbed a towel that he had by him and wiped at his face. "What?" he asked after moving to the room beside the study where his laundry room was, slinging the towel in the hamper. He never broke eye contact.

"You're not my type, you're a Dudley-Do-Right, you are looking for a wife you want kids and I hate kids. I think marriage is a waste of time because there is no way one man or one woman is enough for anyone. Sex is all I can offer any man or woman it's all I want in return, no strings attached and no commitments."

"So what are you doing here? I got it when I asked you out and you told me no. Sam, I like you, I never lied about that, and even knowing you aren't a real investment banker doesn't scare me away. But I won't pursue you if you don't wish it; I'll respect your answer of no."

"Damn it," she growled hating that he was turning her on, why couldn't he just be like every other Joe Blow out there? Why did he have to be so damned good? She took the few necessary steps forward, grabbing the back of his neck, and yanked him down so she could kiss him. His surprise melted away as he kissed her back; she wasn't one to give up control, so she controlled the kiss. She shoved her tongue between his lips, searching his mouth, loving the taste of mint she found. His hands rested on her hips before sliding up her body, and disappeared into her hair that for some reason was not pulled back in a ponytail like normal. She had allowed it down. He sought control of the kiss, and she found herself yielding to him. He broke the kiss first, cupping her cheeks.

"I'm not in it for just sex, Sam." His mesmerizing bluish-green eyes searched hers.

"It's all I offer, Palmer." She tried to take a step back but he wouldn't allow her. "It's why I'm here, one night, that's it."

"You came and broke into my place, Sam, wanting just one night with me? You really think I could only want to be with you for one night? I cancelled my membership to that online dating service in hopes you'd give us a chance."

"Why would you do that? I told you love is not something that I wanted back on our fake date."

"Yet here you are after you said we would never see each other again, you are here." Why was he being deliberately obtuse? She just wanted his damned body. She wanted him for days now, she tried picking up a guy to ease the frustration she was feeling, but not one guy or girl got her….going. Not like this guy, who had her ready to go with a mere look from him. "Look, Sam, I'm nearly forty, just having sex would be any normal guy's dream. But it's not mine, it's not what I want, call me insane or weird, I want love and a family."

"You men with your damned emotions," she pushed away from him. She stormed her way to his door, determined to find any damned guy to screw.

"I'd rather have emotions than be like you, just existing." She paused mid-step. She whirled around.

"You don't know anything about what I feel or don't feel." Anger bubbled up mixing with her sexual frustration.

"Your employer he was vague in his answers but he filled in some gaps about who you are, what you used to do, and it makes sense why you don't feel much of anything. I get it. But don't disparage me for having emotions and feelings for you!" She hadn't seen him angry before and he was angry at her. "I won't apologize for it."

"What is it about you Palmer that makes you different from everyone else I ever met? You are so completely opposite and wrong for me, yet I can't stop thinking about you." He shrugged his anger seeping away.

"What is it about you Sam? There are other women in the world yet no one makes me feel quite the way you do, not even my ex-wife." She sighed a little as she turned away from him, going towards his door once more, but all the anger she was feeling was zapped. She came here for just sex, but was leaving feeling even more frustrated than before.

"Sam," she paused her hand hovering over the doorknob, she turned to eye him. Her eyes flickered all over his nice toned body before sliding up to his eyes. "Will I ever you see again?"

"Well, I didn't save your sorry ass from biting a bullet just for you to die from a broken heart." She murmured and he smiled widely at her. "Palmer, work on some lines if you want a wife; you need better pickup lines than that."

"I don't think so, it worked on you." She rolled her eyes.

"It didn't work on me; I'm just going to enjoy watching you strike out with woman after woman with groaners like that." He laughed.

"I'm not planning on dating any other woman besides a certain brunette with a foul mouth, a bad temper, intelligent, and who is exceedingly beautiful. She's going to be difficult to crack, difficult to get her to let me in, but I'm going to enjoy it immensely."

"This isn't a game, Jake." She watched him move towards her, he merely leaned against the wall beside the door.

"You're right this isn't a game, because I'm not playing or joking here, Sam." He agreed before kissing her cheek. "See you around." She took one last glance at Jacob Palmer before fleeing his place, with the uncharacteristic feeling she was in a shitload of trouble.

Author's note: Thank you to everyone for the warm reception to this story, I was highly worried about writing Shaw so you eased my worry. I am glad you guys enjoyed this. Thank you to all the guest reviewers that I cannot individually thank or reply back. I've gotten requests for the Careese side of it, which I'm gonna do. I actually started chapter 1, poor John he's not happy...lets just say he gets beautified by two little twin girls at Wee Bee Kidz Group ;P

Gretchen, I hope this was everything you wished and more. I love ya!