Days had passed since their little pow-wow to take down HR only to learn that Terney was murdered; which was a professional hit, no witnesses, nothing. Officer Simmons had shown up, Fusco force paired with his phone for her. Finch had shown up at the apartment to help receive the exercise equipment the following day while she searched for clues for Terney's murder and for the Daniels/Armstrong case. She had called and asked Detective Collins from Queens to reschedule; she had a top priority case to solve and he agreed.
Thursday came and went with John finally getting the green light on subtle exercises. He gained another five pounds in two days, gaining weight quickly since he wasn't being starved. John was to remain on his high nutrient and protein diet but she did make sure he had sweets that would help fatten him up. John had hit the 150 pound mark quicker than the doctor expected which pleased him. Now John only another twenty five pounds to go. Joss shook her head; women would give anything to have to gain weight instead of losing it! He had also been given good news: the casts on his wrists were going to come off a bit earlier than expected since the fractures were mending perfectly. John hadn't seemed as ecstatic as she had been. She knew he wanted the doctor to give him more good news then just that, but to her it was a step in the right direction. His breaks weren't as bad as first anticipated, he was going to get the casts off just after the new year, and she, for one, thought it was fantastic.
But getting John back to a healthy weight and getting the casts off his wrists were not his biggest obstacle in getting him back to doing his purpose. It was his knee and getting just in shape again after months of starvation, dehydration, and torture. John's body was probably only sixty percent better, he still had a long way to go. He was going to be upset to learn he wasn't going to be able to force his body to get moving quicker, it was going to be hard on him. But he had to allow his surgically repaired knee time to heal, and therapy to get it back to working condition if he EVER wanted to get back to his purpose again.
Joss eyed John as he sat on the couch from her seat on the sofa chair looking through Terney's case file. Taylor was glad it was Friday today, thankful for the weekend and his Christmas party with friends tomorrow. She couldn't believe how fast the holiday was approaching; it was a little over a week away. He said he was going to be late today because of doing some Christmas shopping. Taylor raked in a lot of cash since he tutored a lot of kids; the parents loved him and gave him tips. She was proud of her son, he was intelligent and he didn't put anyone down, he took the time to teach others and it showed with the amount of praise she received about him from parents of kids he tutored. She was sure her son was going to be a teacher or professor of some kind, he had a knack for it. She already knew what her son was going to get her for Christmas, that damned sweater she made a mistake of saying she wanted but couldn't get. It was too expensive. But she had seen his eyes light up when she walked away sulking. Taylor had some friends he wanted to purchase for, but what shocked her was his asking her what he should get John. She suggested something small since John was going to be embarrassed that he couldn't reciprocate. She didn't think Taylor heard her because his face lit up when he claimed he had thought of something.
Joss didn't want to say she had gotten John something too. It was nothing too big, but surely John was going to be upset with her as it was. But it just reminded her of him and she couldn't resist purchasing it for him. Joss eyed the man quietly as he looked through all the crime scenes photos for her. He appeared engrossed in them, trying to help her figure out what the hell was going on. Things were getting worse and worse. The Russians and HR were searching for the new people that killed Terney, and then they had Elias on the loose. The new player in town was ruthless. John had tentatively identified the two John Does that were found with Terney. They had been dead a few days prior to being discovered and were the same men he had escaped from. However he couldn't be one hundred percent sure if he recognized the men or not, since they were decaying from being dead for about two weeks. He hadn't said much more than that about it, quiet about everything, and Joss now needed to know.
It appeared everything was interconnected somehow and she couldn't figure it out. This new player in town had men with circular tattoos on their necks, running around killing people. They killed Boyd Daniels and Maya Armstrong for what appeared to be no apparent reason or at least they hadn't scrounged up a lead as to why yet. Terney in HR was murdered and John had been taken, tortured for six months. There had to be a connection, right? Or was this new player just randomly killing people while searching for Harold? Either way, if it was all connected or random, they needed to find him and stop him. The streets of New York wouldn't be safe till they did. Joss eyed John again. He had intimate knowledge of this group; he suffered at their hands and maybe even unwittingly held the key to figuring them out. Asking him about his torture, seeking these answers was going to hurt. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what he suffered through. Joss wasn't even sure he'd tell her.
She put aside the case files on her lap before standing up making her way into the kitchen. Joss grabbed a bottled water, dragging in some mentally preparing herself for this. She couldn't show too much emotion while he spoke of it; surely he'd clam up on her if she did. Joss let out a breath, feeling determined as she walked back over to him. She stood near his feet; staring down at him until he looked up from the photos.
"What's on your mind, Joss?"
"We need to talk about it."
"About what?" His eyes lowered back down onto the paperwork in his lap, she should have known he was going to feign ignorance. But she wasn't going to let it go now; she was determined to hear it they were going to talk about what happened.
"You know what, John. You think this is easy for me? I know what they did to you is painful to speak about and I wish I didn't have to ask. I know you are trying to deal with it your way, but maybe you hold the key of figuring them out." John kept his expression down, not looking at her.
"You really want to know the particulars of what I went through?" Joss eyed him as he lay on the couch. His leg in the brace was closest to the back of the couch, so she moved to be closer to him. She sat next to his right hip, on the edge of the couch next to him. John was propped up against the pillows, lounging carefully but leisurely. His hands that were still in his casts to mend his broken wrists were on his stomach, as his expressive blue eyes finally lifted and bore in hers. He didn't want to tell her the details of what happened to him; clearly it wasn't something he wanted to reveal to her or anyone. "You know what they did to me, Joss," his soft spoken words clawed at her exposed heart. She did know most of what was physically done to him, though she was sure there was more she couldn't even imagine.
"Tell me what they said while they tried to break you, tell me everything that you can, John. Anything that could help point us in the right direction of who did this to you, to who these people are." John just quietly stared at her for several minutes, she wasn't sure if he was even going to tell her anything. John's hell was what he believed to be his alone. He obviously didn't want to share with anyone what exactly he suffered through, but after a few moments more, when she was about to try a different tactic, he spoke.
"During the moments when they weren't inflicting as much pain as they could to get me to talk, they would try coercing the information out of me. They tried to say they'd let me go if I told them where Finch was."
"Did they say why they wanted him?"
"No, but it's clearly not to just catch up on old times Joss, you know that. They want to find Finch to harm him, and then kill him. I wasn't about to let them get their hands on him."
"You never saw any of their faces?" John knew about a few men and the tattoos, but she needed to be sure that was it. Maybe somewhere in his subconscious was a memory he didn't know he even had.
"Not the one that matters, I saw my interrogators, they enjoyed showing me their faces; their tattoos were the most remarkable thing about them. This mysterious group is large, I had several different guys during the months I was there, but I believe the two men that were found dead beside Terney were the ones guarding my door. Those two men were killed the same way the men that tasered me did. They were the ones who always restrained me back down after their techniques didn't work; they watched my door all the time." She gulped in a breath trying to calm herself.
"So you think they were killed for letting you escape?"
"Yes. It makes sense, if this guy is as ruthless as he appears; no excuse would be good enough for allowing a man, half dead to escape." Even if the man was a man like John Reese.
"Do you know where you were held, John?"
"Not really sure, I only remember being in one certain room, but my focus wasn't on it." His voice grew dark as he remembered exactly what happened to him in that room. Joss noted his respirations had increased and she could see small beads of sweat appearing above his lips. She felt tears sting at the back of her eyes, knowing whatever it he was remembering had nearly killed him. So she took several breaths, calming herself down before steering the conversation away from what was causing those shadows on his face.
"Okay I found you on Sand Creek Road; do you even know how you got there? Was it close by from where you escaped; anything, John, that could help point us in the right direction to where they had you?" She prayed he had remembered something that could help. He closed his eyes as if trying to recall it.
"It's a blur, Joss; I vaguely remember escaping, I fought as hard as I could, knowing it was my only shot to get out alive. If I didn't get out then I wouldn't get another chance. I remember concentrating on moving, dragging my leg, focusing on getting away. I was afraid if I stopped moving it would be a dream, and I'd be back in there." Joss wanted to touch him, to reconnect him to this world, the one where he was safe, where no one was going to ever touch him again. She'd die before she let someone get their hands on him again. He wouldn't appreciate her protection, surely he'd say he wasn't worth dying over but that was a matter of opinion. And to her he was worth saving, she cared deeply for this man, even if he didn't think he should be cared for. He continued, "I don't know where I was walking to, I don't even know where I walked from." John sounded upset that he couldn't remember and Joss wished she could help him, tell him he shouldn't be, he'd been close to death, he wasn't even sure he had gotten out. She and Fusco had already searched the surrounding area of Colonie, New York; most of it was houses and businesses without any luck. John could have been held anywhere in the vicinity.
"Okay you remember escaping, which at the time you weren't sure was real or not; but can you tell me how, if you can remember?"
"I was restrained to a bolted down steel table. I didn't know how bad off I was, Joss. Their boss never came by that day, which was unusual. I think I was held in an old warehouse," he paused and she felt a glimmer of hope. That was a minor memory of where he was located that they could latch onto. She was going to get Fusco to look into all old warehouses in the area of Colonie New York. "The room I was kept in was big, old machinery like forklifts and empty tall steel shelves littered the room in the back. They hadn't tied my restraints as tight as they should have. I yanked on them hard until I could slip my hands through the small gap." With two broken wrists she could imagine the pain he had endured struggling to free himself; unless he broke his wrists while getting out of the restraints. But she didn't ask, worried if she broke his concentration he would stop speaking.
"It was hard to move Joss; they'd done a lot of damage to my leg, I was very weak from lack of food and water but I forced myself to go on." Joss hoped she kept a good poker face. Hearing the little details of even his escape sounded gut wrenching and he was speaking like it happened to someone else. "I hid behind the door, waiting for them; I don't know how long I waited. I don't even know how I took them both down, it gets real fuzzy in those moments." Joss reached out, touching his forearm, unable to resist touching him. His eyes opened, and were on hers. It was like he had forgotten she was there as he talked.
"It's okay, you got out, then what?"
"I stumbled out, remembering seeing the softening light of the outside for the first time in, I don't know...a long time...and I just staggered. I don't know anything else," his voice was rough with anger at himself because he couldn't seem to remember. But John's body had been shutting down during that time, he was lucky he remembered anything at all from that day.
"Do you remember me finding you?"
"It's like a dream, Joss, you remember bits and pieces, I wasn't even sure you were real." That she knew because of how he reacted when she found him. She searched his face, wondering how he survived. So she decided to ask him.
"How did you make it through six months of that hell, John?" Something flashed in his eyes as he stared at her. Joss leaned towards him.
"You just do," he looked away, she reached out touching his cheek softly pressing on it till she forced him to look at her.
"Tell me," she commanded, still lightly caressing his cheek. It was so soft to the touch, warm, and inviting. John's face was fuller and healthier with the weight gain, rather than gaunt and sunken in, thankfully. Zoe's words rang in her head no matter how hard she tried to dismiss them; they always came back to her. What if what Zoe said was true, that John was hers even if she didn't want him. Oh, but Joss wanted him. His eyes on hers, his soft pink lips were slightly parted, she wondered what they tasted like? Would they taste like mint from his toothpaste or would the residual coffee taste he loved to drink linger?
"You," it was a mere whisper, his lips barely moved as she was mesmerized by them, but she pulled herself back. Her trance gone as his whisper penetrated her thick haze. She blinked a little, unsure if he really said that.
"What?"
"You, Joss, I got through it by focusing on you," he said just as quietly as before, like it was a secret he wished never to speak of.
"What do you mean by focusing on me?"
"When I was in the CIA, when enemies caught me and tortured me, I always allowed my mind to focus on something else while I waited for Kara or another agent to rescue me. I was never held for much longer than a day or so, because Kara would know who had me, the cavalry would arrive. But while they tortured me for information, my mind drifted to Jessica, on what she was doing, how she was, wondering if she thought of me, and what I'd do if I ever saw her again. This time my mind drifted to you, Joss." His eyes were very much on hers still as he turned her inside out. "I thought about what you were doing, how you were dealing with Cal and Szymanski's deaths, how you needed my help and how I hoped you'd forgive me for not being there for you." Joss sucked in a breath, blinking hard to stop the urge to cry. "I thought about how you piss me off at times, then make me smile or laugh, I thought about Taylor and how he was doing. That sort of thing, Joss. My mind drifted to you, I didn't pay attention to the pain as much." Joss just stared at him.
"J-John." she stumbled as her voice hitched ever so slightly. Joss felt a force pulling her towards him, it was strong she had no way to fight nor did she even want to. Joss found her mouth inches from his, her hand that had been on his cheek curled by his neck pulling him towards her till their lips touched. Joss sat motionless as his lips were under hers. John's gasp of surprise was the only sound besides her pounding heart that she could hear. Her other hand slid up his chest her fingers clutching the soft cotton fabric by his rapidly beating heart. She slid that hand up, cupping his stubble roughened jaw before she slowly drew on his lips softly. God, his lips were even softer than they appeared. John's surprise melted away and kissed her back. Joss shifted closer to him, pressing him into the couch as she drew back just an inch, their eyes connecting before going back in for another taste. Her soft kiss, deepened as his participation grew.
John was a fantastic kisser, another thing he was extraordinary at. Joss sighed into the kiss, loving that he was giving her the ability to be in control of the kiss. He was a willing participant and allowing her full reign. As they continued to kiss, the more the soft tender kissing wasn't enough. She wanted-no-needed more. She scooted closer to him, forgetting about his hurt back pressing him into the couch. Joss slowly drove her lips onto his, parting her lips wide, tracing the tip of her tongue against his upper lip earning a soft moan. Joss felt that moan echo inside her, his mouth opened for her and she took his offering. Joss slid her tongue deep into his mouth without reservation, reveling in the treasures she found there. John's tongue was just as soft as his lips, maybe even more so. Joss explored every wonderful inch of his warm mouth, she always loved seeking new experiences. Joss leaned more into him, wanting to be even closer to him, her hands gently held his cheeks. She felt his fingertips on her elbows, realizing John's mouth tasted a mixture of mint, coffee, and an unique taste that was all John. It was intoxicating. John was slowly becoming the aggressor, taking control of the kiss, and she was glad to hand it over, just this once. Joss sighed.
"What's going on?" Joss quickly pushed out of the kiss, her hand going to her mouth, eyeing John before shifting them to her son who had come in. She hadn't even heard him, her mind had been on much more pleasant things-John and his kisses! Taylor looked downright gleeful at seeing them. His book bag was on his back, his jacket still on, and their door to the apartment open. Joss shifted her eyes to John who looked slightly stunned. His mouth was glistening from hers, his lips softly parted in his surprise, making her want to delve right back in. Joss licked her own lips before looking away and standing up. God, she was pathetic; she crossed her arms across her chest, trying to hide the arousal for John; between her legs felt warm and damp from one hot kiss. She looked down, happy she wasn't the only one who had problems; John was shifting the paperwork on his lap as discreetly as possible.
"This, Taylor," she paused a moment, motioning between herself and John before continuing, "isn't what it looks like and isn't any of your business," she deadpanned. She was going to play her trump card; she was an adult, his mother, and she wasn't going to answer any of his questions.
"Because, what, I'm your son?" Damn, he was quick; she felt proud and slightly irritated.
"I don't have to answer this, neither does John; we are both adults, Taylor."
"Hey, I for one am happy," he grinned. John looked on at them without saying a word. His eyes however never made it to her face. "You and John want to make out, that's fine by me." Joss sucked in a breath, willing for patience.
"John and I weren't making out."
"Mom, I was watching you two go at it for a good full minute before I said anything; you were making out." He laughed, flopping onto the sofa chair still with his book bag with him. "Not saying I enjoy watching my mom make out with any guy, but if you want to make out with a guy John's a good choice." Joss narrowed her eyes on her son. He had made that comment to Zoe, now here he was, glad they were making out. Her kid was overprotective, this wasn't how she figured he'd react if he ever saw her with a man. She shifted her eyes to John, who has yet to say anything, before looking back to her son. Her kid had liked John way back when he saved his life. Taylor had always asked about John, but she had tried to keep from talking too much about Mr. Badass. As they lived here, Taylor grown more and more attached to John. It seemed to her like her son was hoping something would happen between them.
"Taylor, can I speak with you in the kitchen?"
"Sure thing mom, need anything, John?"
"Ah, no thank you, Taylor," John answered gruffly. Taylor nodded with a smile. He stood up and followed her into the kitchen after she stopped to shut the door he had left open. Joss eyed John who was still sitting on the couch, looking lost, or was it confused, or maybe even a little smug, that wasn't a smirk she glimpsed as she turned back to Taylor was it? Joss motioned for Taylor to stand next to her in the corner of the kitchen so they could talk quietly.
"I don't know what you are hoping happens, honey, but John and I are friends."
"Mom, you don't kiss friends like that." Taylor pointed to John while quietly whispering back to her.
"John shared something personal with me and it just happened. You're young, but sometimes kisses happen that won't amount to anything with that person. John and I are still very much just friends." She wasn't going to tell Taylor that the kiss had left her wanting more. That was a discussion she sure the hell didn't want to have with her kid.
"So you're saying you don't like John that way at all?" Her son eyed her, all knowing, and she sighed. He was a perceptive little know it all. She eyed where John sat before looking back into her kid's sharp eyes.
"I won't lie, I have feelings for him, BUT that doesn't mean anything, Taylor," she kept her voice low, making sure John wouldn't hear. "Our relationship is our business, if we want to make it more we will, not because you want it, okay?" she said sternly.
"Okay." Taylor nodded. She nodded back at him. Taylor walked out of the kitchen while she yanked open the fridge, hoping like hell it would calm her racing pulse and overheated skin. That kiss had left her seared inside and wanting to experience it again and again-maybe even something more.
"I'm tired of waiting, this better work Finch or I'm going to do it my way," Shaw sighed, eyeing Mr. Marvin Lester through binoculars.
"Yes well, Ms. Shaw, once you have the information we need to send Mr. Phillip Rossi to prison, we can help the detectives figure out who is this new power player." Shaw was itching to get back to help with that. The detectives, Finch, and John had all figured out that whoever had John appeared to be running amuck on the New York streets. That's where the real action was; and here she was waiting for this waste of skin to admit to a fellow waste of skin that he killed his wife. Shaw had gone to speak to Lester, to rattle his cage in hopes he would go blabbing to Rossi. It had taken him two days to call up Rossi to speak with him. She was running low on patience, she had very little to begin with. Lester had just left for Rossi's place and she followed. She force paired with his phone, record their conversation, and hoped like hell that Rossi would be dumb enough to admit to killing his wife while she recorded their conversation. Shaw was a pessimist but Finch wanted to try this way first, her way was a lot quicker, put her gun to his head and force the man to confess. Simple. Shaw sighed as she watched through binoculars as finally the door to the Rossi home opened. She rolled her eyes; this guy looked like the type who would kill his wife and pin it on a criminal.
"What is this about, Lester; I told you to never speak with me ever again?"
"Yeah well, as I said, Rossi, its important."
"Look, Ritty gave me Oliver's fake name which I gave to some bounty hunters. I'll pay double too if they kill him, is that what it is you want? More money for setting your friend up? Well I'm not paying."
"No listen, some hot woman came around saying she knew about you paying me off to set up Oliver." Shaw leaned in, her hand twitching to grab her pistol.
"Not possible."
"It is possible, she knew how much you gave me and everything! You didn't blab to her while sticking it to her did you, Rossi?" Shaw's lips thinned, she wanted to shoot the man for even thinking she'd sleep with that guy.
"Ms. Shaw, relax." Finch's voice reminded her as if he could read her mind right now. Shaw prayed the man wouldn't give himself up because she really wished to do it her way now. Her mind focused on the two men again.
"No, maybe that unreliable Ritty did. I should've known better than hinge my entire plan on two stupid criminals."
"Hey you needed us to off your wife remember?"
"Yeah well, pinning her murder on a criminal works except for when that criminal gets away! Now he's a loose end that needs to be taken care of, especially before I take office."
"Why, its not like anyone would listen to Oliver that you really killed your wife, Rossi?!"
"Yes, but it would still be a scandal and if the right people look into it they'll figure out I really murdered her and not the criminal that just so happened to come try to break in." Shaw smirked. These two were dumber than rocks. Shaw recorded more and more of their conversation, making sure she had more than enough evidence to send this guy away. Shaw listened to her recording, happily listening to the confession. Now she had to get this anonymously to Trenton police.
"I got it, Finch."
"He confessed?"
"Yes, I'm sending it you, can you be a wonderful fake hubby to send it to the Trenton police for me dear." she said as she sent the recording to Harold's phone.
"What are you going to do Ms. Shaw?"
"You don't want to know," she grinned her hand poised on the door handle, her other hand going for her pistol.
"Ms. Shaw, I know you, so I please ask of you to just leave and come back to New York. You are much more needed here, they will pay in their own way, besides I don't have time to bail you out of jail, Ms. Shaw."
"You're no fun you know that Finch."
"Ms. Shaw," his voice was stern. She sighed when had she become so aligned with Harold and John, where she actually listened to them? Sam remembered when she had helped them here and there, doing things her way, it must of been when John disappeared. She found a haven with Finch, slowly trusting in him and John.
"Yeah, you know you are lucky I like you Harold." she said after a yawn while she revved the engine to life before pulling away from the house. "Once they are in custody the bounties on Oliver Cavaugh's head should be dissolved, then Victor and Ada Bailey can get the hell out of our hair."
"What shall we do after the threat to them is gone, Ms. Shaw?"
"What do you mean?"
"He's still a criminal he has outstanding warrants for home invasions."
"It's up to you, Finch; I could care less either way."
"Yes, well I believe he suffered enough Ms. Shaw; it appears he has made a better life for himself with Ada."
"So you're going to let him get away with home invasions?"
"On a stipulation that if I hear of him going back to his criminal past I will give him up in a heartbeat." She smiled, sure that Finch would be able to gain such info.
"Yeah well, I'll be back in town tomorrow and then we can concentrate on getting these bastards that are after you."
"Yes, well I appreciate it and look forward to you coming home, Ms. Shaw."
"Lonely, eh, you need your wifey." Sam heard a soft chuckle escape him, she felt a reflective smile on her face, and she hurried to get back to New York.
"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Kilpatrick." Elias lowered himself while Anthony Marconi stood by his side. Elias waited until the man with graying dark hair lifted a hand to dismiss his men. When they took their leave, he nodded his head at Marconi who took his leave himself.
"Yes Mr. Carl Elias, I'm assuming your wish to meet with me is over your battle with HR and the Russians? I know quite a bit about you."
"Well you know more than I do, Mr. Kilpatrick. But yes, they killed my men I want to retaliate. But you're new in town that I've never heard of before." Elias lifted his sharp intelligent gaze off the man in front of him to the small bar they were sitting in, owned by Isaac Kilpatrick. "I was seeing if maybe we had mutual goals in mind."
"We do, I wish to own this state. To do so I need to cut the Russians down to size by chopping the head off of HR, their backing."
"Maybe we can help one another Mr. Kilpatrick."
"How so?"
"I wish for the Russians and HR to pay for killing my men, you wish to control this state."
"Isn't that what you had originally wished for Elias?" he asked as he sipped his scotch.
"Yes, but now my need for revenge is greater than my need for control. So I propose a business merging, maybe we can help one another."
"Depends, Elias what can you tell me about the man in the suit?" Elias kept his expression blank, but wondered what John had to do with this man?
"He's a pain in the ass. He stopped several of my deals from going through and ultimately he caused me to go to prison."
"So, no more than anyone else."
"I'm sorry not be more of an assistance."
"How about this Detective Carter? One of my men has made a link with her and the man in the suit; do you know anything about her?"
"She a homicide detective who plays it by the rules, Mr. Kilpatrick; the man in the suit has a thing for her." he spoke slowly. This Kilpatrick man straightened with an intent look on his face.
"How do you know?"
"When HR and I were business partners I had them try to off her, make it look like an accident, but the man in the suit objected. He had HR run it up to me that if anyone touched her they would be put in the ground, so I let him have his little pet. I didn't wish to have some vigilante causing me problems." Elias smiled thinking back to that moment. He should have used the detective to neutralize John but instead he heeded his warning because he liked John.
"I see," Kirkpatrick smiled thoughtfully. "Do you believe if we use this little detective he's protective of, would he show his face?"
"Mr. Kilpatrick, may I ask why it is so important for you to come face to face with this man in the suit? He's a vigilante that will cause you problems, its best to keep him out of your way."
"It doesn't concern you why I am searching for the man in the suit, Mr. Elias. But if you're willing to help me dismantle the Russians and HR, I think a business merger between us would be beneficial to both of us." Elias smiled as he held out his hand for a shake.
"Then you have yourself a deal, Mr. Kilpatrick." The man smiled and took it his hand and shook it.
Author's note: So much goodness Careese kissing, Shinch(thank you to my guest reviewer for calling them that hahahahahaha) talking and even some teasing. Uh-oh Elias and Kilpatrick are talkin now, and Elias gave him some useful info against John and Joss :(
Next chapter:some-uh-frustrations come to light, and baddies are back :D
Thank you to everyone that's reading this, I'm trying to post quicker, I have come to realize I'm a turtle at posting my stories(thanks Gretchen hahahahahahahahaha). Ooh, I am about finished with my next installment of the Moments series which is light, fluffy, slightly sexy, and dare I say romantic which I will be sending to my friend Elaine to read over for me, so that's coming along everyone will be learning the sex of the child, I was a bit shocked I had to recount the votes twice, then I had my mom count it just to make sure I got everyone, and make sure they matched up which they did! I hope you'll enjoy it!