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Pre A/N: I always found it interesting when people pointed out the lack of hair products and the cowlick when it comes to John. I'm not that observant but the one time I had a good laugh about it was in Masquerade when Sofia's friend Gabbie messes up John's hair and he fixes it with that look on his face. So yeah, let's pretend he does that when he's nervous for this chapter XD

Status: Not yet. Slow burns and inner thoughts here.

Chapter 11 - Nervous Much?

It was a strange and beautiful sight. The table that was in the center of the room was set up for what looked to be a romantic dinner. However, Joss was more busy reading the rights of a husband she was arresting for soliciting a hitman to kill his wife. Once the cuffs were on nice and tight, Joss called for Lionel to pick him up before standing up straight. "What kind of guy sets up a nice dinner like this, knowing he wants his wife dead?" She asked John but got no response.

Joss saw that he was distracted and walked over to him. "You okay?" Her concern was heard behind the question.

John nodded his head before nervously drawing his hand through his hair. The sight before him was something he wanted to have with Joss, maybe a private dinner at his loft while he cooked something up. It wasn't the kind of gesture appropriate for friends but John could imagine Joss sitting across from him in a sexy dress while her skin radiantly glowed under a candle's flickering light. He shook the image away before finally acknowledging her. "At least the guy knows how to play it cool, even if he committed a crime" he said, throwing on a mask of indifference. When those dark brown eyes looked at him suspiciously, he again ran a hand through his hair.

"You should be careful John. Without hair gel, you might mess it up too much" Joss warned.

"Glad to know that you cared so much to notice how I do my hair." He then began fooling around with a small patch near the front that refused to stay down. John tried with distain to push the cowlick down with no success. When he heard Joss giggle, John asked her what was so funny

"It's just you fiddling around with your hair reminds me of how I act when I'm about to go into a trial as a witness. No matter how many times I do it, I always get freaking nervous. The question is" Joss looked him up and down slowly. "What has got the great John Reese so nervous?"

John pretended to not know what she was talking about. She didn't need to know that he had ideas of treating her the way she deserved to be treated. Joss should be cared for like she kindly does for others, including him. John couldn't tell her that he wanted Joss to feel as though she was his everything. Instead he teased by saying, "You'll just have to find out on your own Detective." He smiled when he saw Joss's body tremble slightly when he said her title.

"Maybe I won't. I like seeing you nervous about something for once. It's different" she described.

John raised an eyebrow at the word. "Different?"

"The good kind" she reassured him. Before she could tell him that he looked adorable too, sirens could be heard. "Guess that means we're done here."

John always winced when he heard the sound because he was never ready to go. For now, his wishes of wining and dining her would have to wait another day. "Take care Joss" then he was gone.