John gently took her hand in his. "Are you sure it was him?"

"Positive John. It didn't occur to me until his saw his eyes again in my dream."

"Maybe we should call Skinner." John shifted in bed and picked up the phone.

"You going to call Skinner in the middle of the night?"

John paused and looked at her. "I think we should call him. I mean the guy needs to be confronted."

"You're right." She looked down at the bed and sighed. "Who would have thought Brad was capable of such things." She looked up at John again and he was opening his mouth to speak, but she didn't give him a chance. "Just don't say it."

John dialled Skinner's number and after five rings a sleepy voice picked up. "Hello."

"Sir, it's Agent Doggett."

John heard Skinner swallow. "Everything okay?"

"Yes Sir, but Monica just had a nightmare. She remembered the eyes of the guy who tried to rape her and she's positive it was Brad Follmer."

Skinner growled on the other side of the line. "Damn. I would have hoped it was all a mistake."

"I'm afraid not."

"I'll go to the Bureau first thing in the morning and confront him."

"Can we come along Sir?" John asked, hesitation in his voice.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea. What's Agent Reyes' opinion on the matter?" He heard John hold his hand over the mouthpiece, followed by muffled voices.

"Monica wants to come along."

"Very well. Be there at 8.30 sharp tomorrow morning. And go back to sleep now."

"Yes Sir. Goodnight." John hung up the phone and turned back to Monica. She was lying down on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. "You okay?"

Monica sighed. "I still can't believe Brad would do something like that. I thought I knew him."

John took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "People change for different reasons Mon. There's nothing you can do about that. I'm sorry."

She gave him a small smile. "I'll be okay."

He lied down and patted the spot next to him. "Why don't we go back to sleep?"

She turned the night lamp out and sighed. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep." She curled up next to him, his arm going around her waist and pulling her close. He dropped a kiss on her head and she smiled into his embrace. "I could get used to this."

"We'll you'd better get used to it. Cause that's how it's always gonna be from now on if I have anything to do with it."

Monica kissed him on the cheek and he pulled her even closer. After a few more minutes, Monica felt how John became calm and his breathing was slowing down. She looked at his sleeping form in the dark, trying to find some release that hopefully would make the sleep come. But it didn't and she spent the better part of what was left of the night tossing and turning.

When John awoke the next morning, he found Monica looking down at him, a small smile on her lips. "Sleep well John?"

He smiled and tilted his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. "Like a baby." He sat up and leaned back in the pillows. "I take it you didn't sleep?"

"No, I just couldn't. I kept thinking and tossing and turning, and before I knew it, it was morning already."

"Why don't you stay in bed until I'm finished in the bathroom. I'll make you a nice breakfast."

"You're sweet," Monica replied and lay back in the pillows, snuggling closer to his sitting form. "Thank you."

"Nothing's too good for my Mon." He got up from bed, took some fresh clothes out of his closet and walked to the bathroom. Two minutes later she heard the shower running and Monica smiled. She really could get used to waking up with John every morning.

Fifteen minutes later he walked back in the room, wearing a blue jeans and a faded grey sweater. Monica smiled when she saw him coming in. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just that I like when you are dressed casually."

"I'm irresistible. What are you gonna do about it?" Monica got out of bed and threw her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. He didn't resist when she kissed him and licked his lips when she pulled away. "You should clean you teeth."

"You dog." She walked back to the bed, grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head. He laughed and hit Monica's back when she walked passed him. He heard her close the bathroom door and when the shower was running he walked downstairs and started on breakfast.

Monica came walking down the stairs a little later, her shirt in her hand and wearing nothing but a bra. John swallowed when he saw her standing like that in the doorway and she grinned sheepishly. "I need a hand to get my shirt on."

"Sure." He walked over to her and helped her pull her shirt over her head, carefully not to touch her injured arm. "All done."

"Thank you." She pulled his head closer for a kiss, but he pulled away, surprising her.

"Did you clean your teeth?"

She smiled at him and showed her teeth. "Yes mom, I did. Can I get a kiss now?"

Her frowned. "I dunno. Did you do something to deserve one?"

She groaned and pulled him closer, kissing him. He returned the kiss and was about to deepen it, when the doorbell rang. He smiled apologetically. Monica smiled back at him. "That happens a lot to us, doesn't it?"

"I'll make it up to ya Mon." He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. He called back to her. "It's Scully." He opened the door and let her in. "Good morning."

"Morning John. How's our patient doing?"

He frowned. "She's a pain in the..." Before he had the chance to finish Monica called back from the kitchen.

"I hear what you're saying John!" Scully smiled and walked into the kitchen. Monica grinned at her. "Good morning Dana."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Skinner told me about Brad. I can't actually believe it."

"Neither can I, but I remember his eyes so clearly now." Monica looked sad. "I never thought he would go so far."

Scully nodded. "People change."

Monica smiled. "Yes, that's what John told me."

Scully looked at her arm. "I'm here to take a look at your arm."

"Thanks." Scully helped Monica out of her shirt and changed the bandages on her arm. When they were done, they walked into the kitchen, to find John sitting on the couch. He looked up at them.

"Wanna join us for breakfast?"

"I'm okay, thank you. I should actually go. We have to pick up William at my mom's."

Monica opened the door for her and let her out. "Thanks Dana."

She smiled and left. John and Monica returned to the kitchen and ate breakfast, before going outside and getting ready to leave. An agent walked up to them. "AD Skinner asked me to drive you to the Bureau."

John eyed him, suspicious. "Can I see your badge?"

The younger agent put his hand in his pocked and fumbled with his wallet to pull his badge out. John took it from him and looked at the picture and then at the agent. "Sorry about that, but I wanna be sure it's you."

The young agent nodded. "I understand. AD Skinner will be waiting for you in his office." He walked them to his car and opened the door, John giving him a grateful nod. They slid in the back and the agent took off.

When they arrived at the Bureau, Skinner's car was already standing in the parking lot. They took the elevator and knocked on Skinner's door. "Come in."

John walked in, followed by Monica and Skinner motioned for them to sit down. "Agents. Before we go bursting into AD Follmer's office, I want to make a few points clear." He looked at John. "We're not going to jump him straight away. We're going to listen to what he has to say." He ignored the scowl coming from John and looked at Monica. "I know you recognize his eyes, but that's not a reason to shoot him." He looked at John when he said that. "Did I make myself clear?"

Monica shifted in her seat. "Yes Sir."

Skinner eyed John when he didn't respond. "John?"

John sighed, shrugged his shoulder and frowned. "If I have to Sir."

Skinner shook his head in disapproval. "Behave yourself. And if you don't, I'll kick your ass myself." They got up and made their way to Follmer's office, Monica walking next to John, looking at him every now and then on their way over.

Follmer wasn't in his office yet and his secretary told them he would be there in five or ten minutes. They all sat down, John between Skinner and Monica. He was moving back and forth in his chair, Monica giving him angry looks. "Will you stop doing that?"

He looked at her and smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

When Follmer came walking down the hallway, Monica heard John growl. As soon as Follmer was a few metres from them, John jumped out of his chair and ran to Follmer, taking him by the neck and shoving him into the wall. Monica asked John to stop, but he didn't hear her. He held Follmer tightly against the wall, nearly choking him. "I'm gonna rip your heart out you sick son of a bitch," John spat, ignoring the pleas from Monica and Skinner pulling him backwards.

John couldn't keep hold of Follmer much longer, Skinner pulling harder and harder on his shirt. He finally let Follmer go and lowered his head to the floor. Follmer straightened his clothes and put his tie in place, before walking up to John and giving him an angry. "You just gave me a reason to get your ass kicked out of the FBI," he spat, coming eye to eye with John.

John frowned. "Yeah right. That'll give me more than time enough to visit you in jail, bastard," John replied sarcastically, totally ignoring Skinner's hand on his shoulder. He was pulled back and Skinner looked at him.

"I think that does it John." He held his hand up and pointed to the chair. "Sit down and keep your mouth shut." He gave John an angry glare. When John opened his mouth to protest, Skinner growled. "If you don't shut up now, I'll kick you out myself." John scowled but kept his mouth shut. He looked at Monica and she seemed to be in shock. When she saw him looking at her, she sat down next to him.

"You okay?"

"I just feel like kicking his ass you know." John let out a sigh and took Monica's hand, playing with her fingers.

"I know you do, but we should listen to what he has to say."

"How can you say that," he paused, giving her an odd look. "After all he has done to you."

She shrugged her shoulders and stood up, walking up to Follmer. "We need to talk with you."

"Sure Monica, but" he waved his arm at John. "Keep your Bulldog on a leach."

John glared at him, ready to get out of his seat, earning an angry look from Skinner. John just sunk back in his seat. "Crap," he mumbled, happy for once that no one heard him.

Follmer walked in his office, followed by Skinner and Monica. John got up from his seat and Follmer looked at him. "You're actually thinking about coming in?"

John nodded his head. "If you don't let me in, I'll break your door down," John smiled sarcastically. "Easy and simple."

Skinner gave him his fifth warning look of the still very young day. "You're out of line Agent Doggett."

"I know I'm out of line, but what about him?" He motioned to Follmer with his arm; he actually started to look more and more confused. "Let me go in. I promise I'll behave."

Skinner sighed and looked at Monica who nodded her head. He walked next to John and whispered in his hear. "If you don't keep that promise I'll make sure Monica kicks your ass big time."

John lowered his head and nodded. "Yes Sir."

Skinner sighed. "Just come along, will you?"

John smiled thankfully and followed them inside. They all sat down in front of Follmer, John sitting between Skinner and Monica. She looked at him and noticed how he and Follmer were shooting each other vicious looks. Follmer folded his hands on his desk. "What can I do for you?"

Skinner sighed. "It's more what we can do for you."

Follmer raised his brows. "I'm not following you. Will you just cut the crap and tell me what's going on."

Skinner looked at Monica and John put a caring hand on her leg, not caring if Follmer saw them or not. If he saw them, he didn't mention it. He already knew they were in a relationship and much to John's surprise he didn't talk about it, or did he act jealous. Monica let out a puff of air. "Brad, the guy who tried to rape me, I remember his eyes." She paused and frowned, looking up to meet his gaze. "It was you."

Follmer's eyes turned wide, his mouth hanging open. "Me?" he stuttered, putting a hand over his mouth. He just looked at her and shook his head. "You're mistaken Monica."

Monica shook her head in disagreement. "It was you Brad, I'm sure of it."

"Monica, I would never do something like that. I mean," he paused and looked from her to John. "I care to much about you to do something like that."

"But," Monica hesitated, taking John's hand in her for support. "I would know your eyes out of a million."

Follmer gripped his desk tighter, his knuckles turning white. He looked at Monica, honesty written all over his face. "Monica, I swear to you. It wasn't me." He touched his forehead with his hand. "Oh no..." Suddenly Follmer turned totally white, causing John to actually start doubting if he was really guilty.

Skinner eyed the younger Assistant Director. He was still white, his hands slightly shaking. "Follmer?"

Follmer pinched his nose and sighed. "There is something I have to tell you though."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "We're listening."

Follmer swallowed and drummed his fingers on the desk. "Last week I received a phone call from an adoption agency."

"An adoption agency?" Monica asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes," Follmer paused. "An adoption agency." He let out some air. "They told me I had been adopted as a kid. Just before my birthparent died, they gave them a letter." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "They asked me to come over and pick up the letter."

"And?" Monica asked curiously.

"I picked up the letter. I found out I have a long lost brother. Apparently we got separated when we were adopted."

John eyed him suspiciously. "I don't see what that has anything to do with it."

Follmer growled. "I'm getting there Agent Doggett."

Monica interrupted him. "I'm sorry Brad."

He smiled weakly at her. "Being adopted I could handle. But the fact that I have an identical twin is a little hard to accept."

"What?" all three replied at the same time. Skinner's mouth hung open, Monica stared at Brad and John being John, didn't know what to believe anymore. Monica was the first to break the silence. "There's more, isn't there?"

Follmer hung his head. "I'm afraid so."

Monica winced. "Is it that bad?"

Follmer nodded. "That's the least you could say." He paused to give them all three a look, before pulling out a file and handing it to Monica. "Take a look at this and the hair on your back will stand when you're done reading."

Monica opened the file and looked at Follmer in shock. "But..." she looked at the picture. "That's you."

John looked at the picture and then at Follmer. "I can't see a difference."

Follmer scowled. "That's why the call it identical twins," he said sarcastically, before looking at Skinner, who was now looking through the file.

Skinner looked at Follmer and frowned. "This was the good news I guess." Follmer nodded and Skinner continued. "What's the bad news?"

Follmer traced the outlines of his watch with his finger before he looked back at the three waiting agents. "My brother is a very dangerous serial killer who escaped from a high security facility last week. My apartment was broken in to four days ago and I guess he has something to do with it. He went through my personal stuff and I that's how he got hold of Monica's address."

Monica looked at him, unaware of what he was trying to say. "What are you saying Brad?"

"He left a note saying and I quote: 'you stole the life I should have had and I'll do anything to get it back. Even if it means hurting the people you care about' end quote. I didn't think much of it until you almost got raped. I didn't want to frighten you more, so I said nothing. If I had known sooner you had seen his eyes, I would have put one and one together." He paused and held up a paper. "I have been doing a little investigation on my own, but I couldn't find much to go on."

He looked at John when he groaned. "You are such a selfish bastard Follmer!"

"Excuse me?" Follmer spat back.

John shook his head. "You should have told us what was going on."

"I was trying to protect Agent Reyes. I didn't want to worry her even more. Not after what she had been through." He yelled back.

"You almost got her killed you asshole!" John shouted, getting up from his chair. Monica stood up with him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's not his fault John." Monica's soft voice calmed John down and he sat down in his chair, leaning backwards. Monica knew he was still fuming, but she knew he was trying to calm down for her sake. She appreciated him even more for that. She took John's hand and looked at Follmer. "Sorry about that. You were saying?"

"I'm saying this guy is very dangerous and you won't be safe until we catch him."

Skinner moved in his chair and coughed. "Why was he trying to kill Agent Doggett then?"

"I guess Agent Doggett just got in the way. He knew he couldn't hurt Monica as long as he was with her. But now it's not about vengeance anymore. It has become a sick game to him and he won't stop until he gets what he wants."

John swallowed. "Me and Agent Reyes dead."

Follmer nodded. "Right.

John looked sideways at Monica and she turned white. "It's gonna be okay Mon. I promise we'll catch this guy."

She turned to look at him, her face going blank. "We're talking about a serial killer who does it for the kick."

"I know we are, but," he paused and squeezed her hand. "I'll get him before he gets me."

Follmer coughed and both heads turned to look at him. "I don't mean to interrupt, but there is more." He went in his pocket and pulled out a paper neatly wrapped in a bag. "I found this under my wipers this morning." He handed the paper to John and he fingered the bag, his eyes travelling over the note: 'Tell John Doggett and Agent Reyes that the game has just begun'.

"Shit," John groaned, looking at Monica. She was playing with her big silver ring and John put his hand on hers to stop her. "Stop fidgeting."

"Sorry," she mumbled, "But this has become more than just a sick little game. She held her hands up in frustration. "If we don't end it soon, this thing is going to drive me nuts."

John put a calming hand on her arm. "Take it easy Mon. We'll catch this guy." He looked from Follmer to Skinner. "I might have an idea."

Skinner gave him a straight look and Follmer walked around his desk to stand next to Skinner. "What's that plan of yours?"

John thought it over for a minute, before he started talking. "The way I see it, this guy is not gonna give up until he gets us. Why don't we just give him what he wants?"

"What?!" all three deadpanned, giving John very strange looks.

He put his hands up in defence. "Just listen me out will ya." He paused. "I don't intend to stay locked inside for the rest of my life. And that's what's gonna happen if we don't come out."

Monica turned her head to look at him, her voice low. "What are you trying to say John?"

"We need to set up a trap."

"A trap?" Skinner questioned nervously. "What kind of trap are we talking about?"

"We go to a very public place and if this guy is as crazy as he seems to be, he'll be there. And that's when we catch him."

Follmer scratched his throat, a smug look on his face. "You make it sound very easy Agent Doggett."

John nodded. "I do, but don't you all agree?"

Skinner nodded his aproval. "I think you might be right. But you do realise that you are putting both your lives in danger?"

John shook his head. "I was thinking more about in the line of me going alone."

"You can't be serious," Monica angrily replied. "If you go, I'm coming along."

John stubbornly shook his head. "I don't think that's necessary."

Monica sighed and looked at Skinner. "What if he doesn't come when John is alone? Or what he manages to shoot him, do you think it'll be over then?"

John answered, not giving Skinner a chance to reply. "I'll get him before he gets me."

"Don't be so smug. He's way smarter than the two of us together." Her voice turned into a whisper. "And I'm certainly not going to let you take the risks by yourself."

Skinner looked at both his agents, pausing to look at John. "She's right John. If you want to set up a trap, it's going to be the two of you or none of you."

John nodded reluctantly. "If you say so."

Monica looked at him. "I'll be fine John."

He sighed and pursed his lips together. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. He was interrupted in his thoughts when Follmer moved back to his desk. "How about going to the movies?"

Both John and Skinner looked up at him, nodding. "Public enough." Skinner eyed John. "What do you think?"

John nodded in agreement. "Not a bad idea." He paused to look at Monica and she nodded. "That's a plan."

"We need to set up a plan of action," Skinner said, getting up from his chair. "But first of all, I'm going to drive to two of you home." He turned around to look at Follmer. "I'll take it you want to help us."

Follmer bowed his head. "I feel like I have to."

Skinner nodded. "I'll be back later and we'll discuss tactics." He looked at John. "Come on you two."

John looked up at Skinner. "Shouldn't we be here when we discuss tactics?"

Skinner shook his head. "I think you already know what our plan will be. You and Monica just have to be there. And you have to be very careful."

John got up from his chair and waited for Monica to get up. But she was leaning back in her chair and struggling to get up, her injured arm not really helping. He held his hand out and she took it, John pulling her to her feet. "Thanks." Their eyes locked, temporarily forgetting where they were. They were pulled out of their reverie when Follmer coughed.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I have work to do." John could swear he saw a small smile around Follmer's lips, but then again, he could be mistaken.

They walked out of the office, Skinner waiting for them. They caught up with him and he eyed them. "What?" they said at the same time.

Skinner put on a straight face. "You have to be very careful about your relationship. If Kersh gets hold of it..."

"What are you talking about?" John questioned.

"That little charade in AD Follmer's office. I don't know if he can be trusted completely."

"He won't say anything," Monica retorted, looking at John. He shook his head in agreement.

"I don't like the guy either, but I think he will keep his mouth shut." John smiled cheekily. "Until I do something to royally piss him off."

Skinner tried to contain his laughter. "I'm serious folks. Be very careful or they'll split you up."

They both lowered their heads. "We know." They followed Skinner to his car and drove off.

JOHN DOGGETT'S RESIDENCE, 1.30 pm

Once they got back home, Monica got back in bed and tried to sleep. After having found out Follmer was actually innocent, she found sleep coming easily. John had ushered her upstairs and her head had barely touched the pillow or she was asleep. When Monica woke up, she put the sheets on the bed as well as she could with one hand and walked down the stairs to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She stopped dead in her tracks when next to the couch she saw a box with a Golden Retriever pup in it, a red ribbon around its neck. The small dog waggled his tail when he saw her. She walked over to the couch and picked the dog out of the box. She didn't notice John watching her from the doorway, a tender look appearing around the corner of his mouth.

"I heard he was looking for someone to take care of him." As he approached her, she couldn't help but smile at the huge grin on her face.

"I don't know what to say John." She blushed slightly, before turning her eyes to the dog again.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with it," he said. "You oughta thank Santa for his very late Christmas present."

"You had this set up since Christmas?" she questioned.

"Yes, but you had to wait months to get one. Those dogs are very popular." He patted the dog's head. "And I can see why."

"He's very cute. Thank you so much. Thank you for taking such good care of me." She put her finger on his chin and tenderly kissed him on the lips.

"I wouldn't have done it for anyone else," he replied, a tender and loving look on his face. "How about giving the animal a name?"

"Yeah, he deserves a great name," she said while looking at John and then back at the pup. "How about Amigo?" She smiled sheepishly. "He reminds me of you. But I think he's way too..."

John interrupted her before she could finish. "He's way too cute for his own good?"

"I was gonna say that. But he reminds me of you in so many ways. He's sweet, dependable, I'm sure he's loyal and he is indeed very cuddly." Monica smiled, remembering that conversation some time ago.

John was grinning. He lifted her chin with one finger, steel blue eyes boring into melting chocolates ones. "Is that what you really think of me?"

She didn't answer, she just threw her arms around him. John held her tightly in return. "I guess I got my answer."

Monica looked up at him. "Yeah you do John." Their eyes met once again and John tenderly places his lips on hers, tracing them with his tongue, seeking for entrance. Monica opened her mouth and he was about to deepen the kiss when the microwave rang. He looked at her apologetically.

"Our timing really sucks." He grinned at her. "I'll make it up to ya."

She grinned back at him. "I'm sure you will John."

He took her hand in his, and followed by Amigo, they walked into the kitchen. John laughed when he felt soft paws crawling up his legs. He put his hand on the dog's head. "Down Amigo." The pup looked up at him, not really understanding what John wanted. He got down and growled. Monica laughed.

"I think he wants to play." The dog walked over to her and she patted his head. "Not now Amigo, later." Amigo turned his head at her soft voice. She looked back to John. "I think he needs to be trained."

John nodded his head in agreement and got up, taking something from the counter. "That's why I bought you this boo." He handed a book to Monica, who smiled thankfully.

"Thank you John." They both looked at Amigo when he started growling, chasing a fly around the house. Monica burst out in laughter. "I guess he's still to young for that."

John nodded his head. "Yeah, it might be a little to soon to start training him. He's only ten weeks old."

Monica smiled when the dog happily walked back in the kitchen. "I can feel he's gonna be trouble."

"Why's that?" John questioned.

"Because it's a dog you picked out," she answered, grinning from ear to ear.

John got up from his chair, walking over to Amigo and kneeling down next to him. Monica looked at him with an amused smile. He smiled back up at her, moving closer to her chair. "The way I see it you're gonna need all the help you can get raising him. Plus he'll have a lot of space to play in my back yard." He suggestively whispered in her heard.

Her eyes turned wide. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

John's face turned deadly serious. "No, I'm not asking you to move in with me." He looked up at her, surprise evident in her eyes. He took her hand in his and smiled. "I'm actually asking you to marry me."