AN: Okay, here is the third and probably the final story for Entangled which was so beautifully and originally named XD There are 16 chapters unless I write an epilogue which I'm undecided on. One moment I'm writing one, the next I think the end is fine, but knowing how I am I'll be writing one. If you haven't read Entangled or Entangled II you probably will be lost. This is definitely AU XD

I'm going to be posting a chapter every Friday again since it worked well for me. Thanks Elaine for proofing this and all my stories for me XOXO

There is one paragraph 'sex scene' in this chapter so I am rating this chapter a high T because I don't believe it's all that graphic but the overall rating of this story is T at least I think so...now I don't remember because I have written this a while ago. But if I feel like it needs an M rating I will bump it up, promise. And this story is set a month or so after Entangled II.

Disclaimer: I own nothing like normal.

Joss's conscious slowly pulled at her; she sighed as she reached out to cuddle into John's arms, but found nothing but mattress. Her eyes immediately opened, finding his side of the bed empty. She rolled onto her other side finding him still in their bedroom, standing near the window, gazing out it. Moonlight glowed across his skin casting shadows. His tall body loomed, half naked, only in his boxer-briefs, with his arms were crossed across his chest.

She stretched like a cat; they had made love a couple times already, as her eyes drifted to the alarm clock. It was only three in the morning. She slowly sat up, grabbed at her discarded nightshirt pulling it onto her naked body before climbing out of bed. She padded softly over to where he stood barefoot, wrapping her arms around her new husband's waist. They had eloped yesterday afternoon, against the wishes of Harold, who they had called to meet them at the Justice of the Peace office where they were getting married. Harold had been going all out on a wedding that neither John or she wanted, so they skipped out on that and had their family meet them there. Harold had been upset, but with the promise he could throw them an extravagant party to celebrate their marriage he had conceded.

"Simon have a nightmare?" she asked quietly as she peered out the window, having to step up on her tip-toes to achieve the sight. They had a beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline because of where their home was located, and having an upstairs bedroom. It was such a breathtaking view, John tended to stare out, and she wondered half the time what he thought about when he would.

John shook his head in answer to her question almost subconsciously. Joss found herself eyeing the back of his head, noting the soft tremble that cascaded through his strong body. Suddenly it felt like she was the only one in the bedroom, because John was a million miles away. "You okay, John?" she whispered placing a soft kiss to his back. He must have been standing there for a while because his skin was somewhat cool. John's hands drifted down touching her hands that linked around his waist, linked together at his belly button. He rubbed her forearms absently. He didn't say a word, he wouldn't look at her.

She slipped her arms from around his waist, to step before him and reached up. She brushed away the tears that slipped down his cheeks. She didn't say anything as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tugged him into her arms, and held him gently. John's arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her, and she just let him calm himself. "Tell me," she whispered. John had nightmares, just as she did, remembering things of their pasts that had the ability to break them down during the nights, but whatever he dreamt that upset him enough to cry upset her.

"It's nothing," he whispered gruffly.

She shook her head pulling back. "It's not nothing if you're upset, John, tell me about it. Is it the same dream?"

"No, it was different, more terrifying then my time in captivity." He spoke so lowly she had to strain to hear him. She silently wondered what could be more terrifying then his time in captivity, the things he told her he dreamt; frightened her and she didn't even live it.

Joss lifted her hands to rub his cheeks gently. "What was more terrifying, what happened that upset you?"

"I lost you, Simon, and Taylor…you were slaughtered by ghosts of the people I murdered. I couldn't stop them, they slit your throats, laughing while they did so, asking why I deserved good things in my life when I took their lives, and I couldn't save any of you," he said, pushing her hands away. John went to walk by her, but she caught his wrist. She hated his nightmares because every single time he had one, he tried to distance himself from her; tonight was no different. She could feel it immediately; the way his body stiffened, even in the darkness his blue eyes were closed off, and he was shutting her out.

She stepped in front of him. "Don't do that, don't freeze me out, we can figure this out together," she said firmly. She was not going to lose him to some damned demons, her love for him was bigger than his pain. "I told you about my nightmares, told you how I fear that one day I'll lose you, and I'll be alone again." She lifted her hands up to his cheeks again, firmly grabbing, not letting him push her away, and forcing his gaze directly onto her. "What did you tell me?"

He licked his lips, with tears in his eyes, unshed. "You'll never be alone," he whispered.

She nodded. "I believe you, John, and I love you so much, so much so that I know that my love can heal you if you just believe in me."

"I love you, Joss."

"I know you do, John, but loving and believing me are two very different things. It's why you are trying to push me away. We just got married, we're about to adopt Simon, and now you're having nightmares of losing your new family. There's a part of you that's not healed from the wounds of your past that is fueling these nightmares because you don't feel like you deserve this life; a life with me, Simon, and Taylor." She rose up on her tiptoes pressing a loving and tender kiss to his lips. His arms tugged her close as he kissed her back. Joss didn't let him deepen it instead she dropped back down, and peered up into his eyes.

"I don't deserve this life," he said and she opened her mouth to argue with him, but he gently placed a finger to her lips. "Joss, months ago I was close to killing myself before I met you or Harold. Then you came into my life; Harold gave me a purpose to go on, I fell in love with you, and then Simon came along. This life I'm living right now feels unnatural to me, like it belongs to someone else."

She nodded her head in understanding. Of course he wasn't over his past, she knew it would take him a long time to heal, but she needed him to trust in their life and believe her that she could heal him. "This is your life; I'm your wife, you have a son, a step-son, friends who care about, and a purpose now. Your past life, the one that you had before we met, the one that nearly destroyed you is gone, and is replaced with this one that you deserve."

John stared at her. "You always fight for me."

"Just like you always fight for me, John," she purred as she nibbled his jawline before dropping her mouth to his neck, and finding his pulse to press a kiss there. Joss tucked her fingers into the elastic of his boxer-briefs before stepping back, and tugged him back towards their bed.

She smiled coyly at him before he pushed her back onto their bed, gently climbing on top of her; her hands immediately going for his underwear, but he grabbed them pinning them to the bed. Joss lifted her hips rubbing up against John's hardening erection as he dipped his head to capture her lips with his. She moaned softly, slowly forgetting she was going to make love to every single inch of John as his tongue tangled with hers. He made a sexy growl in the back of his throat as he released her hands, shoving the shirt out of his way.

John broke the kiss. "I believe you," he whispered. Her breath hitched at his words, as she felt him push his boxer-briefs down. He believed her, believed that she could heal him, and she felt fiercely sentimental over that. It was even more meaningful to her then hearing him say he loved her. John showed his love for her many ways, not just verbally, but physically, and spiritually. But hearing him tell her he believed her love could heal his wounds, seeing his unshakeable belief in her, shining in his expressively vulnerable gaze….meant the world to her.

Their eyes met, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs spreading, and she felt him positioning himself before he sunk deeply inside her in one thrust. They moaned together, as they just remained still enjoying the feeling of being joined, as one.

John dropped his forehead against hers, as his eyes slid shut, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. "God, Joss," he moaned as he slowly moved languidly. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around his hips it restricted his movements, but the deep, slow strokes were exactly what she wanted. She wanted him inside her as deeply as possible, wanting to feel him, and hold him. They made love slow at first, but their burning need for more took a hold of them both, as they rocked together. Their fingers linked as their sweet, slow, and controlled lovemaking turned hard, quick, and frenzied in seconds. They climaxed nearly simultaneously, smothering the cries of each other's names with a passionate kiss, trying not to waken the kids. They held onto one another tightly until it was over, and John slumped on top of her. She laid beneath him, breathing heavily just as he was, and allowed themselves to come off the intense high from their orgasms before she spoke.

"Look at me, please, John," she asked gently. John's eyes opened and he lifted his head off her chest. They clung to one another, every inch of their skin was touching, sticking to one another's from sweat, and they were still connected intimately. "I'm going to make you believe in happily ever after, John, because that's was what we are going to have," she assured. He leaned down kissing her tenderly, before finally withdrawing from inside her, then rolling onto his back, and tucking her into his side.

He dragged his fingers up and down her spine while she snuggled into his side, as she laid her head on his chest listening to him as his breathing slowly evened out after several minutes. His hand stilled on the small of her back, she smiled softly as she lifted her head, seeing he was asleep. "I do enjoy being your personal sleep-aide." She whispered as she kissed his heart. Joss shook her hair out of her way, laid her cheek against his chest, and curled into him, slowly falling back asleep herself.

Joss parked her car, yawning mightily after the night she had with John, quietly exiting it before opening the backseat door to unbuckle Simon from his car-seat. Last night, having that talk about his nightmare, then making love to John had kept them busy. She had gotten only another hour or so of sleep before having to get up, while John went to work and she took Simon to his doctor's appointment.

Simon sipped his Apple Juice box, his little turtle buckled in the seat beside him as he dragged the thing everywhere he went. She smiled down at him, affectionately running her hand through his soft, so short like daddy's, and darkening brown hair. She'd say by Christmas her son's hair was going to be a dark chestnut color, she sort of missed his golden locks.

She gently picked him up into her arms, putting his near-empty juice box back in the car, before sliding the door shut. He was such a happy boy as was he a very intelligent boy. But he was skittish. He was very shy when he was around strangers, especially females which definitely helped with stranger danger, but it worried her for when it came time to go to preschool. His upbringing before he was found by John was the culprit she was sure. She walked to the other side of the car, unbuckled Leo, handed him to Simon and shut the door before turning with him in his arms and walked towards the park.

This morning Joss had taken him to a pediatrician (a woman so Simon could slowly get over his fear of females besides her and Shaw) to make sure he was healthy and growing. Simon was so tiny she was afraid his growth was being stunted or something. Dr. Juliet Andrews said he was growing, just slowly, and that he might be just a late bloomer. Simon was given a clean bill of health, he was only slow on his height but weight wise he was perfect and he was healthy as any three year old who had not gone through his ordeal. She even noticed his nightmares were starting to fade while his daddy's were getting worse.

So to celebrate him being so good with the doctor and not shying away from her, she wanted to take him somewhere to play, then out to lunch and get him a Kids Meal, followed by going to pick out his Halloween costume. Joss couldn't believe Halloween was just right around the corner. She smiled, John and Simon were going to be in for a treat, since she was sure Simon and John both hadn't celebrated Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas. Joss was going to have to speak to Harold to make sure it was something they always remembered, their first holidays.

"Momma where is we?"

"We are at Central Park, where we are going to play since you were a good boy at the doctor's."

"Pway?" he smiled and she nodded her head. She bypassed a few people before being stopped by several women from old to young alike who wanted to say hi to the cute little boy in her arms. Simon got bashful, hiding his tiny face into her neck.

"Sorry, my boy is a bit shy, he's just like his daddy," she said with a smile. John and Simon were two peas in a pod, they might not be bound biologically but they were so similar it was like they were. Had she not known Simon was born to different parents she would have said he was John's biological child. Simon had similar large blue eyes like John, had a similar personality and they adored one another. The women left and Simon's head finally made its way out from its hiding spot in her neck. "You are going to eventually love this kind of attention, while I'll hate it because you are my little munchkin," she told her toddler who didn't seem to care, because as of right now he wanted no part of the female population besides her and Shaw.

She rounded the corner and found the playground she was determined to get Simon acquainted with. The little boy's large blue eyes grew larger, his little mouth opened, and his little arm clutched her and his turtle tighter. John had mentioned a couple months ago that Simon was scared of the playground equipment, which is where she was currently carrying her cute little man to conquer his fear.

This week was going to be busy; Thursday was Halloween, then Friday they signed the adoption papers making Simon theirs legally, and that made her clutch him tighter in joy. After he was theirs legally, Joss was legally changing Simon's name to include a middle name which would be Davis. She smiled at the thought of having Simon's legal name being Simon Davis Warren, because she wanted Simon to somehow someway have John's legal surname without anyone being alerted. Joss felt so giddy, John had no clue she was doing such a thing and Harold loved the idea.

"Momma," he curled into her, wrapping his arms around her neck growing scared as they approached the playground. John told her he took him to Central Park and he had grown frightened of the plastic slide. She eyed the slide. She knew why it scared him. It was much bigger than the boy. But she knew the remedy of it to prove to him he didn't have to be scared, something she was sure John hadn't thought of.

"It's okay sweet-pea, momma's here." She assured stroking his hair. "Because we are going to do it together, honey, I'm going to be with you every step of the way." She clutched him in one arm, while she used her other to help her climb the steps of the slide. It was big enough and sturdy enough for adults, thankfully.

"Me and momma?" he questioned as he upturned his little face as she situated herself into a seated position, then Simon on her lap, and his turtle clutched to him. She had brought him here early in the morning before the playground got too busy, it helped that school was back in session and fall was setting in. Simon was wearing his new TMNT sweatshirt to ward off the chill in the air, soon they would have to break out the tiny green winter coat they got him. She wrapped a secure arm around him. Her baby was shaking like a little leaf, obviously scared of the slide.

"We won't go until you and Leo are ready." She assured him, stroking his face, leaning forward so he could see her eyes. "But I promise you, momma wouldn't take you on this if it would hurt you, Simon," she promised.

"Wat 'ppen?" he questioned with his shaking subsiding as curiosity slowly overtook him. She smiled, knowing that he was just scared of the big foreign object; now that he was seated at the top of the enclosed slide it wasn't nearly as frightening as it had been from afar.

"Well, my munchkin, we push off from up here, and we go sliding down and have fun. But we as we go down we have to shout 'WEEEE', okay?"

"Hold me, momma."

"Of course," she agreed solemnly as she snuggled him tighter in her lap. "Are you ready?" she asked quietly. She felt Simon draw in a big breath before hugging his turtle.

"Yea, momma." He was such a little trooper. She pushed forward, squeezing him, praying he would enjoy it. He squealed as they slid down the plastic slide, but not out of terror, but rather happiness. Joss wanted to pump her fist in victory when they reached the ground. She let him slip from her lap, he stood on the wood-chips and was bouncing on his feet, his little TMNT sneakers lighting up, Leo his stuffed turtle appeared to almost dance along with him as she got off the slide. "Go again, momma."

"In a minute, this was a big achievement, we need to call daddy and tell him what our big boy did," she suggested, knowing Simon would love to talk to daddy. His eyes lit up as she pulled out her cell phone, she bent to let him wrap his arm around her neck, and she picked him up. John answered on the fourth ring, which worried her.

"Hello," his breath came out short like he was running.

But before Joss could ask John if she should call back, Simon was talking a mile a minute to tell daddy all about their adventure on the slide. She giggled as he tried his hardest at explaining what they were doing, but she was sure John had not a clue what he was saying. But when John didn't say anything, she grew real worried, he always managed an 'ooh' or 'aww' for Simon.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned when he still didn't respond.

"Been better, I'll have to call you back." He hung up without another word. Simon had no idea something was up with daddy, begging to go again. Joss carried him around the slide as she called Harold, she hurried up the stairs determined to keep her promise to Simon to go again, but also find out what's going on with her husband. Come on, come on, pick up Harold.

"Yes, detective?" he answered shortly sounding out of breath too.

"Is John alright? I called him to let him know that Simon conquered the slide and he sounded out of breath and distracted." John never purposely ignored what Simon said, never in a million years would he unless he was injured or in protective mode. She prayed it was the latter.

"I don't want to worry you but John was shot."

"WHAT!" she snapped, keeping calm while she slid down the slide with Simon who squealed happily again. Joss tucked him in her arms as she ran away from the slide. "Sorry baby, we have to go," she murmured. "Where was he shot?" she demanded as she ran with Simon clutched tight to her.

Finch was quiet for a few moments before he answered. "Jocelyn," he begun and she could hear the runaround before he even attempted it.

"Where was he shot?" she demanded again.

"He was grazed across the side of his face." Joss stopped dead in her tracks.

"He was almost shot in the head," she whispered. She blinked away the burning at the backs of her eyes because she did not want Simon upset. "Where is he? I'll drop Simon off with Fusco and go get him."

"He's currently on the run with Ms. Shaw."

She furrowed her brows in concern. "Shaw is there too?"

"Ms. Shaw was gunned down. When Mr. Reese was trying to save her was he was shot himself." She had just gotten Simon back in the car-seat when she froze once more. She straightened while Simon had no idea what was going on.

"Shaw was shot? Is she alright?"

"I'm not sure, John and Shaw both disconnected with me." Joss closed her eyes. If anything happened to that tiny annoyance she was going to kill her herself. Somehow, someway Shaw had become an important person to her, one of her friends, and Joss didn't want anything to happen to the emotionally stunted former government assassin.

"Give me their last known whereabouts and I'll help you, Finch."

"No, no take care of Simon, I'll go. I promise, Joss, that John will be coming home."

"Yeah, well make sure that tiny friend of ours is alright too."

"Will do," he agreed and hung up.

"Sorry baby we need to change plans and head home." She whispered to Simon before finishing buckling him up, rushed, putting Leo in his seatbelt too, climbed into her car and sped home.

"Carter is going to bitch at you," Shaw snapped through gritted teeth as they sat in her car. He was just in his undershirt, having taken off his dress shirt to rip the sleeve off to wrap it around her leg wound, tying it there, trying to apply direct pressure. Brandon Reed had hit a main artery in Shaw's leg, he had to get her to Dr. Tillman where she could stitch her up or she would bleed out. He sped up her car when he noticed the amount of blood seeping out of her.

"I'm fine," he grimaced as blood slipped down his cheek, not unnoticed, dripping from his chin onto his pants. "It's you I'm worried about, the bullet grazed me, I just need some stitches, besides, as Joss loves to tell me, I have a hard head," hetried to joke. But judging by the glare he felt from Shaw he could tell that his joke fell flat.

"You nearly got you head shot off trying to help me, Reese," she hissed.

"But I didn't."

"The blood spilling down the side of your face says it came damn close," she growled. He looked at her, making sure she was holding his shirt to her wound firmly, glad she was, and then looked into her brown eyes. He saw something swimming in them. He couldn't be sure what it was, so he shrugged, and focused on driving fast but safely to Dr. Tillman's urgent care facility. He had no idea what she wanted him to say.

"I'm fine, you're upset for nothing."

"I'm not upset, I'm pissed, because Carter is going to kill me for you nearly getting shot in the head," Shaw said, hiding behind that, because right at this moment she had no idea what she felt. But she felt something over this man risking his life to save her pathetic one. He had a new wife, a new son, and a family he had always wanted, but had risked it all to save her.

"Shaw, I won't apologize for saving your life if that's what you want," he stated, irritated that she was acting the way she was about this as he lurched the car forward when the light turned green. They were nearly to the urgent care that Dr. Tillman ran. "You would have done the same for me."

John parked the car, seeing Dr. Tillman waiting for them near the doors, and he exited hurriedly. He rounded the car to help Shaw out which annoyed her. John grumbled something about her being too much like Carter, knowing she would probably shoot him; but he wasn't going to let her bleed out because of her wounded pride so he picked her up and rushed her to the urgent care facility where Dr. Tillman awaited them.

Joss paced the floor back and forth. "Mom, he's fine, and so is Sameen." Taylor attempted again to placate her. He had Simon in his lap, who was playing with his LeapFrog LeapPad tablet, having moved on to learning how to read since he mastered his alphabet, his numbers, shapes, and colors. Taylor was attempting to study, having driven back home from college to see them get married and hang out here for the weekend.

"I'll know that once I see them," Joss assured him as she paced some more. She had made up the guest bedroom after they all agreed to not take Shaw home knowing she wouldn't take the necessary time to heal. She had readily offered up their guest bedroom which had shocked John, but then he agreed that they needed to watch over their fallen comrade. They could handle a few days of the woman's annoying ribbing, sexual comments, and bad manners.

Joss turned her head when the steel door to their home opened, relief flooded her when she saw John, Finch, and Shaw. Shaw had a crutch under her one arm, her tight black pants cut away on the right leg, and she was looking ornery. Joss hurried over to them as they shut the steel door, rearming the alarm. She threw her arms around John who barely had taken Shaw's and Finch's coats to hang them up in the closet right near the door, before she was in his arms.

"We're fine," he whispered.

"I'll be the judge of that," she assured him, taking a step back, raking a keen glance down Shaw to her bandaged leg and then to John. Her breath stopped in her chest as she eyed the long stitched gash across the side of his face. Some of his hair was cut off to finish the stitches. She grabbed his chin roughly to look at it better. John lifted his hand to remove hers from his face. "Let me see." She knew her tone was harsh but it was because she was afraid she was about to cry, his hand dropped down. When she was satisfied that the stitches were done right, she let go of his chin, but her hand grabbed at his unwilling to stop touching him.

Simon was bouncing around their feet wanting to see his daddy and his Aunt Shaw, and Uncle Harold. "Uh-oh, Aunt Saw has boo-boo." Simon pointed. Shaw looked down at Simon, smiling a little.

"Yeah squirt, nothing a little r and r can't fix," she agreed slowly. Simon wrapped his arms around her leg as gently as possible before giving her bandage a little kiss. He upturned his face with a smile.

"Aunt Saw better?"

"Yeah kid, I'm better," Shaw answered roughly before peeling out of there as fast as she could on her crutch. Joss smiled not fooled. Shaw had a glistening in her eyes. Shaw was touched by the kid's attempt and she snickered. No matter how hard Shaw tried to remain the tin man they were breaking through.

John shared a look with her, obviously having seen Shaw's reaction too. "Careful Simon, you are making Aunt Shaw feel something," he said as he bent down to pick up Simon who kissed his cheek trying to make his daddy better too.

"Daddy better?" he asked sweetly as he reached out touching John's cheek, near his stitches.

"Yeah, Simon, you made daddy better," he agreed happily as he carried their munchkin back into the family room where Shaw had turned on their new giant 70 inch television. She and Taylor were already putting on the game console. She watched the man she loved enter the living room, sitting down with Simon who eagerly sat on his lap to watch Shaw and Taylor play the video game of their choice. She noticed they had picked up Call of Duty, clearly Shaw needed to work out some anger and playing a first person shooter game was just the ticket.

She turned to eye Finch. "Are they really alright? I'm going to lecture John until he's blue in the face tonight, but in private."

"Yes, Jocelyn, they are both alright. Ms. Shaw was shot in the leg, hitting an artery which is why John needed to rush her to the urgent care to stitch the wound up."

"How did he get shot?"

"John and Sameen had been trying to save our new number when Mr. Reed had been trying to escape; they had gotten into a gunfight, Mr. Reed had shot Ms. Shaw in the leg when she tried to go save our number. John had rushed to her in an attempt to get her to safety and staunch the blood flow, knowing that if he did not apply pressure to the wound that Ms. Shaw would have bled out in the alleyway. John was grazed as he carried Ms. Shaw to safety to hide behind a dumpster which allowed Mr. Reed to escape."

"Brandon Reed did this to them?" She knew they were still dealing with that psycho but they hadn't called her in to help them out with any numbers in regards to Brandon Reed. She had been sort of hoping that meant he was already dealt with but in the back of her head she had known had that been a possibility John would have already told her he was gone. "What happened to the number?"

"He was killed by Brandon Reed before we even had a chance to get there to him, we received his number late. I don't think the machine knows in advance who Brandon Reed chooses," Finch explained and she nodded.

"To be honest, Harold, I don't even think Brandon Reed knows who he chooses in advance, this guy is not your typical serial killer. We have to stop Brandon Reed. He's a danger to society and he's a danger to Simon." She said eyeing her family in the living room.

"I know, which is why I think we need to lure him out."

Joss quickly turned to look him in the eyes. "How are we going to do that, Harold, when he chooses based on his own subjective opinion?"

"By giving him a new target that resembles his departed father and step-mother, someone that will remind him of them, which will namely be me. If we can't get the numbers of his targets in time, maybe if we set up bait of someone we know he'd go after then we can catch him before anyone else gets hurt."

She nodded her head. "Using bait is a good plan but not you, Harold, that won't happen."

"Jocelyn…"

But she held up her hand, refusing to hear his reasoning. "No, it's out of the question, you are not putting yourself in that sort of situation. You don't even like guns, Finch, but I'll do it. You can come up with the absolute worst alias for me to ever be conceived so that I jump up to the front of the line that needs to be cured of her filthy ways." She said keeping an eye on those she cared for in the living room.

"Jocelyn, John will not agree to his new wife being bait to Mr. Brandon Reed."

She shifted her gaze back onto him. "And you think he'd agree to use you, Harold, the man he views as the man that saved him by giving him a purpose to go? I don't think so."

"I think you overestimate my value in John's life. All I did was give him a job, you saved him, not me."

Joss smiled softly at the man she loved as he held Simon, while they watched Taylor and Shaw. "I think it was a joint effort, Finch," she admitted as she turned to pin him with a look. "You are vastly underestimating your value in my husband's life, because if it weren't for you he wouldn't be here. You gave my husband something he needed—a purpose, a reason to live, which gave me the chance to show him what real trust and real love was all about."

Harold stared at her and she stared right back. "You really believe I helped save John, Jocelyn?"

"Yes I do, Finch, but can I ask you a question?" she asked and he nodded his head. "How do you know him, and I mean before he was our number."

Harold's eyes drifted to the living room where John remained, having no idea of their deep discussion over him. "John's number has come up twice, once when I was working by myself, and then again, this most recent time, when he kidnapped you, but neither of those times were when I first met him. I had seen him twice before, when he was working in the CIA already known as John Reese, but even then that hadn't been my first sighting of John."

She eyed him in shock. So John's number had come up previously before the time Kara was to execute him? But what was more shocking were the numerous times Harold had seen her husband. "So when exactly was your first sighting of my husband, Finch?"

"I met John a long time ago. Well, met is a strong term since I remained in the shadows and we were never formally introduced, but I knew who he was before he ever became John Reese." Joss felt her breath catch. He had met or seen John when he had been just John Davis?

"What was he like?" she asked softly, gaining Harold's attention.

They stared at one another for a few moments before he spoke. "Perhaps we could persuade Lionel Fusco to pose as bait, because this plan of you being Mr. Reed's bait will only serve to bring about an argument between you and John," Harold said instead, clearly not wishing to answer her question.

"No I'm doing it," she assured him before she grabbed his hand. "Please, Harold, tell me what was he like," Joss pleaded. She knew she would never get to see the man before all the years of mental, emotional, and physical abuse he endured, thanks to the CIA days. But she hoped that John had at least lived somewhat of a happy life before they had gotten a hold of him.

"He was young the first time I saw him, had an innocent smile, and was and forever will be a good man," Harold assured her with a light touch to her shoulder, before he limped into the living room, leaving her alone lost in thought.

AN: And so it begins, I had to give a nice mom/son moment between Simon and Joss since I didn't get to fit it in the first one as much as I wanted too. So it got bumped to the first chapter of the next story.

Thanks for reading, I hope you guys are in for a wild ride XD