Chapter Four
Monica laughed, an image of the usually tough John Doggett running terrified at the sight of an irate woman flashing through her head. "Ok, ok, you win. You might though decide to run anyway when you hear who I work for. Most men usually do." Monica shifted slightly in her seat so that she was now face-to-face with John. "I work…" Monica paused for dramatic effect. "…for the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"You're joking?!" John exclaimed with an expression of pretend disbelief. "The FBI?!" Monica nodded. "In the J. Edgar Hoover building?" Monica nodded again, her lips curling up slightly in a discrete smile. "God, now I really think this is getting weird…"
"And why on earth would you think that?" Monica asked, trying hard not to laugh out loud at John's facial expression. He was pretending to look as though he was hard at thought, mulling over Monica's response.
"Would you believe that I also work for the FBI?"
"No way!" Monica laughed, pretending to look totally shocked. "No frickin' way!" John nodded his head, also having a hard time at containing his laughter. "Y'know what? Now I just think you are repeating what I'm saying to get me into bed with you…"
"Oh? And you came to this conclusion by…" John trailed off, his eyebrows raised teasingly.
"Well, by repeating what I'm saying, you are attempting to make it appear as though we have a lot in common and are therefore fated to meet each other." Monica replied smiling confidently, yet smugly, at her partner. "You then hope that we end up chatting the night away, with me gradually becoming more and more attracted to you, before you lure me into bed to have hot wild passionate sex with you until morning."
"Is it working?" John asked, smirking.
"Oh, I never sleep with men I just meet for the first time at a bar." Monica replied back flirtatiously, deliberately leaning forward a bit more to allow John to see more of her cleavage. She inwardly smiled when she saw John take a quick glance. This whole flirting charade was turning out to be quite fun. She was relishing the chance to be like a normal single woman out on a Saturday night for once. Her Saturday nights when at home usually consisted of a bottle of wine, lots of ice cream and a whole stack of case files that need to be studied before Monday, although she usually gave up after thirty minutes and would exchange them for a good sappy romance novel instead. It felt like such a relief to have a break in the lonely routine, especially in the company of her gorgeous partner. "I usually like to get to know the guy a bit more before I jump into bed with them." Monica continued, making her voice very sultry. "It's a rule that I keep to whenever I go out."
John laughed and leaned his head closer to Monica's, glancing down quickly to take another peek down the front of her dress. "Well, you know what they say, rules are made to be broken." He replied in his low gravely voice, causing Monica to suddenly feel a flash of heat all over her body. Usually she had some sort of witty remark to retort back when men gave such ambiguous comments. However, John's incredibly deep sexy voice had made the sexual innuendo in his reply even more apparent causing her mind to suddenly become blank. She and John had occasionally flirted before but never this intensely. All that she could think about now was how it would feel to have John's naked body wrapped tightly around hers as they made love, his sensual movements and arousal-laden voice slowly taking her to the ultimate ecstasy. Monica's deeply erotic visions though were abruptly interrupted as she looked in puzzlement at John who had started digging frantically in his trouser pocket with his hand. "Come on then."
"Huh?" Monica's eyes became involuntarily transfixed by John's moving hand in his pocket.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"What?" Monica gaped at him in surprise. Her mind started whirling with what John was implying. She had never expected him to suggest such an idea, especially in a public place. "Show…show me what?"
John looked deeply into her wide dark eyes. "My badge, of course. I wanna prove to you that I'm really am an FBI agent and not just trying to get you between the sheets." He grinned at her. "Why? Whadda ya think I meant?"
"I…err…erm…never mind." Monica face became extremely red. She decided it was best just to shut up now in case she said something she might regret later. She started cursing her dirty sex-crazed mind, blaming it on the lack of action she had had on the sexual front lately. She fumbled in her jacket pocket, having difficulties with the zip, before finally producing her black badge wallet.
John opened his badge first. "Here ya go. Special Agent John Jay Doggett. FBI." John handed it to her. "Sorry 'bout the picture though. Kinda makes my ears look even bigger than they usually are."
Monica smiled as she examined the picture. "Nah, you look perfect." She had seen John's badge numerous times but had never really fully examined his picture. To Monica it had seemed as though the camera had perfectly captured John's best features, portraying the true loyalty and courage that she admired so much about him. She handed it back to John, playfully nudging him slightly by their shoulders. "Big ears included. It's a very handsome feature."
"Err…thanks…" John collected back his badge, avoiding slightly at looking into Monica's eyes. She thought she had caught a hint of a blush on his cheeks but he had then turned so that his face was partly covered by the bar's shadows before Monica could observe him in more detail. "So, ya gonna show me yours then?" John asked, quickly trying to divert the conversation away from him.
Monica handed her badge to him, allowing him to look closely at the identification. "Special Agent Monica Julietta Reyes." He read aloud, flashing a large smile back at her. "The name's as beautiful as the picture."
Monica blushed deeply for the second time that night. She wasn't used to John throwing so many compliments at her and, when he did, it was usually about her investigative work. Monica though was finding this new playful and flirtatious side of John Doggett extremely attractive…and extremely arousing.
John handed Monica's badge back to her. "So Monica, do you work with a partner in the FBI?"
"Hmm? Yeah I have a partner. How about you."
"Oh yeah. I got one as well." John moved closer to Monica, the smell of his cologne nearly making her drift off to her fantasies again. "So tell me…" John rested his elbow casually on the bar. "…what's your partner like?"
Monica smiled and pretended to look thoughtful. "Oh, he's the typical perfect FBI agent. Workaholic, smartly dressed, always on time, never breaks the rules…" Monica took a drink from her beer. "He's a good investigator but can be so unbelievably stubborn. I won't tell you the number of times I felt like kicking his ass during our cases…" She turned her eyes back to see John smirking. It was obvious that he was thinking back to the numerous times they had clashed over their theories involving certain cases. Monica grinned. "So, how about your partner? I'm guessing they're also the model FBI employee who is also the world's best partner…"
John took a gulp of his beer before answering. "You're joking, right?! She basically drives me up the wall! She's always late in the mornings, she dresses sometimes showing more flesh than the Bureau allows, she tends to be impulsive which causes her to bend rules on occasion…usually dragging me along with her…" John chuckled softly. "When we work on cases she's one of the best agents around. But her theories…" John shook his head in amusement. "Her theories are sometimes the weirdest, most wacked-up ideas you can possibly imagine!" John then turned to look at Monica, his face suddenly becoming serious with his blue eyes penetrating right down to her soul. "Despite all that though, despite the lateness, the impulsiveness and her nutty theories, I wouldn't change her for anything in the world."
Monica's jaw dropped, her mind replaying over and over again John's last sentence. Her heart started to swell from the love and affection she detected at John's sincere words. She knew that although the whole conversation was part of the act, John's words about her were actually from his heart. The heart that only allowed entry to a few very special people, especially in the past nine years. It made Monica wonder on whether this evening would actually prove to be the night that their relationship takes the next tentative step towards the future. Before Monica could dwell on the thought, John decided to change the subject.
"So Monica, have you had dinner yet? If not, I know this great restaurant just a couple of blocks from here. And I kinda hate eating on my own…" John drained the rest of his beer. "So, whadda ya say?"
Monica broke out of her thoughts to look confusedly at John before fully realising his question. She then grinned and quickly finished her beer before replying, "I say, you just got yourself some company."
"What about that friend you were meant to meet tonight?" John asked with a hint of humour in his eyes.
"Oh, somehow I get the feeling he won't mind too much if I ditch him for you…" Monica replied coyly.
John gave her a large smile and got off his stool before offering his hand to help Monica off hers. With both of them standing up, John took the opportunity to look at her fully in her short black dress. "Well, I think any man will become heartbroken if YOU were to suddenly ditch them Mon…" John then pulled Monica closer to him by their hands, surprising her with the sudden closeness. "You don't mind if I call you Mon do you?" he whispered seductively into her ear.
Monica smiled while trying to keep from shuddering, the whispered question further increasing her desire for him. No one apart from John called her Mon. Even Brad when they were in their relationship still referred to her as Monica as he hated the use of pet names. Monica quickly dismissed the memory of her relationship with Brad from her mind. Tonight wasn't about the past and its mistakes. Tonight was only about her and John. "I wouldn't have it any other way John." Monica replied before John pulled her towards the exit, their hands still tightly clasped together.
End of Chapter Four
Monica laughed, an image of the usually tough John Doggett running terrified at the sight of an irate woman flashing through her head. "Ok, ok, you win. You might though decide to run anyway when you hear who I work for. Most men usually do." Monica shifted slightly in her seat so that she was now face-to-face with John. "I work…" Monica paused for dramatic effect. "…for the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"You're joking?!" John exclaimed with an expression of pretend disbelief. "The FBI?!" Monica nodded. "In the J. Edgar Hoover building?" Monica nodded again, her lips curling up slightly in a discrete smile. "God, now I really think this is getting weird…"
"And why on earth would you think that?" Monica asked, trying hard not to laugh out loud at John's facial expression. He was pretending to look as though he was hard at thought, mulling over Monica's response.
"Would you believe that I also work for the FBI?"
"No way!" Monica laughed, pretending to look totally shocked. "No frickin' way!" John nodded his head, also having a hard time at containing his laughter. "Y'know what? Now I just think you are repeating what I'm saying to get me into bed with you…"
"Oh? And you came to this conclusion by…" John trailed off, his eyebrows raised teasingly.
"Well, by repeating what I'm saying, you are attempting to make it appear as though we have a lot in common and are therefore fated to meet each other." Monica replied smiling confidently, yet smugly, at her partner. "You then hope that we end up chatting the night away, with me gradually becoming more and more attracted to you, before you lure me into bed to have hot wild passionate sex with you until morning."
"Is it working?" John asked, smirking.
"Oh, I never sleep with men I just meet for the first time at a bar." Monica replied back flirtatiously, deliberately leaning forward a bit more to allow John to see more of her cleavage. She inwardly smiled when she saw John take a quick glance. This whole flirting charade was turning out to be quite fun. She was relishing the chance to be like a normal single woman out on a Saturday night for once. Her Saturday nights when at home usually consisted of a bottle of wine, lots of ice cream and a whole stack of case files that need to be studied before Monday, although she usually gave up after thirty minutes and would exchange them for a good sappy romance novel instead. It felt like such a relief to have a break in the lonely routine, especially in the company of her gorgeous partner. "I usually like to get to know the guy a bit more before I jump into bed with them." Monica continued, making her voice very sultry. "It's a rule that I keep to whenever I go out."
John laughed and leaned his head closer to Monica's, glancing down quickly to take another peek down the front of her dress. "Well, you know what they say, rules are made to be broken." He replied in his low gravely voice, causing Monica to suddenly feel a flash of heat all over her body. Usually she had some sort of witty remark to retort back when men gave such ambiguous comments. However, John's incredibly deep sexy voice had made the sexual innuendo in his reply even more apparent causing her mind to suddenly become blank. She and John had occasionally flirted before but never this intensely. All that she could think about now was how it would feel to have John's naked body wrapped tightly around hers as they made love, his sensual movements and arousal-laden voice slowly taking her to the ultimate ecstasy. Monica's deeply erotic visions though were abruptly interrupted as she looked in puzzlement at John who had started digging frantically in his trouser pocket with his hand. "Come on then."
"Huh?" Monica's eyes became involuntarily transfixed by John's moving hand in his pocket.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"What?" Monica gaped at him in surprise. Her mind started whirling with what John was implying. She had never expected him to suggest such an idea, especially in a public place. "Show…show me what?"
John looked deeply into her wide dark eyes. "My badge, of course. I wanna prove to you that I'm really am an FBI agent and not just trying to get you between the sheets." He grinned at her. "Why? Whadda ya think I meant?"
"I…err…erm…never mind." Monica face became extremely red. She decided it was best just to shut up now in case she said something she might regret later. She started cursing her dirty sex-crazed mind, blaming it on the lack of action she had had on the sexual front lately. She fumbled in her jacket pocket, having difficulties with the zip, before finally producing her black badge wallet.
John opened his badge first. "Here ya go. Special Agent John Jay Doggett. FBI." John handed it to her. "Sorry 'bout the picture though. Kinda makes my ears look even bigger than they usually are."
Monica smiled as she examined the picture. "Nah, you look perfect." She had seen John's badge numerous times but had never really fully examined his picture. To Monica it had seemed as though the camera had perfectly captured John's best features, portraying the true loyalty and courage that she admired so much about him. She handed it back to John, playfully nudging him slightly by their shoulders. "Big ears included. It's a very handsome feature."
"Err…thanks…" John collected back his badge, avoiding slightly at looking into Monica's eyes. She thought she had caught a hint of a blush on his cheeks but he had then turned so that his face was partly covered by the bar's shadows before Monica could observe him in more detail. "So, ya gonna show me yours then?" John asked, quickly trying to divert the conversation away from him.
Monica handed her badge to him, allowing him to look closely at the identification. "Special Agent Monica Julietta Reyes." He read aloud, flashing a large smile back at her. "The name's as beautiful as the picture."
Monica blushed deeply for the second time that night. She wasn't used to John throwing so many compliments at her and, when he did, it was usually about her investigative work. Monica though was finding this new playful and flirtatious side of John Doggett extremely attractive…and extremely arousing.
John handed Monica's badge back to her. "So Monica, do you work with a partner in the FBI?"
"Hmm? Yeah I have a partner. How about you."
"Oh yeah. I got one as well." John moved closer to Monica, the smell of his cologne nearly making her drift off to her fantasies again. "So tell me…" John rested his elbow casually on the bar. "…what's your partner like?"
Monica smiled and pretended to look thoughtful. "Oh, he's the typical perfect FBI agent. Workaholic, smartly dressed, always on time, never breaks the rules…" Monica took a drink from her beer. "He's a good investigator but can be so unbelievably stubborn. I won't tell you the number of times I felt like kicking his ass during our cases…" She turned her eyes back to see John smirking. It was obvious that he was thinking back to the numerous times they had clashed over their theories involving certain cases. Monica grinned. "So, how about your partner? I'm guessing they're also the model FBI employee who is also the world's best partner…"
John took a gulp of his beer before answering. "You're joking, right?! She basically drives me up the wall! She's always late in the mornings, she dresses sometimes showing more flesh than the Bureau allows, she tends to be impulsive which causes her to bend rules on occasion…usually dragging me along with her…" John chuckled softly. "When we work on cases she's one of the best agents around. But her theories…" John shook his head in amusement. "Her theories are sometimes the weirdest, most wacked-up ideas you can possibly imagine!" John then turned to look at Monica, his face suddenly becoming serious with his blue eyes penetrating right down to her soul. "Despite all that though, despite the lateness, the impulsiveness and her nutty theories, I wouldn't change her for anything in the world."
Monica's jaw dropped, her mind replaying over and over again John's last sentence. Her heart started to swell from the love and affection she detected at John's sincere words. She knew that although the whole conversation was part of the act, John's words about her were actually from his heart. The heart that only allowed entry to a few very special people, especially in the past nine years. It made Monica wonder on whether this evening would actually prove to be the night that their relationship takes the next tentative step towards the future. Before Monica could dwell on the thought, John decided to change the subject.
"So Monica, have you had dinner yet? If not, I know this great restaurant just a couple of blocks from here. And I kinda hate eating on my own…" John drained the rest of his beer. "So, whadda ya say?"
Monica broke out of her thoughts to look confusedly at John before fully realising his question. She then grinned and quickly finished her beer before replying, "I say, you just got yourself some company."
"What about that friend you were meant to meet tonight?" John asked with a hint of humour in his eyes.
"Oh, somehow I get the feeling he won't mind too much if I ditch him for you…" Monica replied coyly.
John gave her a large smile and got off his stool before offering his hand to help Monica off hers. With both of them standing up, John took the opportunity to look at her fully in her short black dress. "Well, I think any man will become heartbroken if YOU were to suddenly ditch them Mon…" John then pulled Monica closer to him by their hands, surprising her with the sudden closeness. "You don't mind if I call you Mon do you?" he whispered seductively into her ear.
Monica smiled while trying to keep from shuddering, the whispered question further increasing her desire for him. No one apart from John called her Mon. Even Brad when they were in their relationship still referred to her as Monica as he hated the use of pet names. Monica quickly dismissed the memory of her relationship with Brad from her mind. Tonight wasn't about the past and its mistakes. Tonight was only about her and John. "I wouldn't have it any other way John." Monica replied before John pulled her towards the exit, their hands still tightly clasped together.
End of Chapter Four