I Thought It Was You – 18?

Summary: Natalie is found in the woods after disappearing from the LPD lobby waiting for lunch. Finding a post-it note from Natalie's KC book he thinks she's snuck out to help solve the case. He and Rex find her in the Buchanan Preserve. He knocks her over just in time as an arrow buries itself in the tree right where her head was. Furious, John begins to berate her. She interrupts him to explain she was drugged and brought there. He notices her head is bleeding from where she hit a rock on the way down.

A/N: Yeah, shamelessly stole from the dumbass spoiler for next week

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"John, I don't want to go to the hospital."

"You." John stopped and looked at her. "I'll call Michael to meet us at the hotel."

"Let Rex take me back, you need to get back to work."

"I swore I wasn't going to let you out of my sight. I did once. I'm not doing it again."

"You can't by me twenty-four hour bodyguard." Natalie shivered and swayed slightly.

"Hey." John put his hand on her arm and moved her towards the force car he had come in. With his other hand he speed dialed his brother.

He opened the back door and sat Natalie down and kneeled in front of her while he wrapped up his conversation with Michael.

"You all right?" he asked.

"I feel fine. I just...why is this happening?" Natalie sighed in frustration and leaned back on the seat.

"I'm going to find that out. You're going to help me."

"I am?" she asked, perking up.

"Michael is meeting us at the hotel. When he's done we're going to over everything from the past few days with a fine tooth comb. You have the answer in there."

"Gut feeling?" Natalie asked.

"Yes."

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"You really should have stitches put in that gash."

"I hate stitches. They scar." Natalie was sitting on the couch in John's room.

"Dr. Morrison won't leave scars. Her stitches are immaculate. You don't want to mar that beautiful face."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Natalie teased as Michael bent over her and put a bandage over the wound.

"Watch it brother," John warned.

Startled, Michael looked up at John.

Natalie laughed and her eyes glittered.

John caught her eye and smiled back and then looked back down at his notes.

"I'm done. Try to get her to the hospital, John."

"I've spent enough time in the hospital in the past week, thanks."

John and Michael exchanged a silent look before Michael began to pack up his supplies.

When Michael was gone, Natalie walked over to John and looked down at what he was reading. He put his hand out and captured her hand without looking.

"We never did have lunch."

"Go order something. We have time to eat before Andrew gets here."

"The hypnotist?" John had explained what he had in mind on their way back to the hotel. Natalie was uneasy with letting someone dig around in her brain, but if John thought it would help she was willing to try.

Sensing her uneasiness, John looked up from the question list he was devisin and pulled her closer. "It'll be all right." He put his pen down and slid his other hand around her waist. With his teeth he lifted her shirt and pressed his lips to her stomach.

"Hungry?" Natalie asked, her voice raw with desire.

John nodded, rubbing his stubble over her sensitized skin.

Natalie slid her hands into his hair and closed her eyes.

John undid her pants and slid them off her hips to pool around her ankles. Her panties followed.

Natalie sighed as John spread her thighs and slid his finger back and forth over her moist center. Her head fell back as he grasped the back of her thighs and pulled her forward and over his mouth. Natalie's moans filled the room as John tasted and tortured; his tongue and lips were all that touched her and it was all she was conscious of as she spiraled up the pinnacle of pleasure. Slowly, with practiced strokes he pushed her tighter until she was pulsing over him. Still he would not release her. He pulled her more deeply over him and she gasped and saw stars. Her movements got more urgent and he finally let her go. With a special sweep of his tongue he let her fall into the ocean of pleasure that consumed all of her senses. Her cries filled the room, but she couldn't hear herself. She was lost in the tunnel of ecstasy he had built inside her.

Meanwhile, he released his own aching member.

As her movements slowed John slid his wet tongue up her body and let her collapse in a heap over his lap. He clawed his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth against his, feeding her her own taste and relighting the flames that flickered inside her. He moved underneath her and thrust his naked manhood inside her, setting off another storm that rocked her body over and around him. He thrust up and inside her, caught up in her waves of pleasure and within minutes he was flooding her with his own release. The feel of his hard pulses set off another wave of ecstasy.

It was a while later when awareness began to seep back in. Natalie's head was resting on John's shoulder and she still sat sprawled in his lap and he was still inside her. Suddenly, he began to tremble. Worried, she lifted her head and looked at his face.

"What's so funny?"

"Do you know how many times I have wanted to do that to you in the office?"

Natalie shook her head.

"I can't count that far back."

"That far?" Natalie asked.

"Oh yeah." John began to kiss her again.