Dislcaimer : Sometimes I lay awake at night and wonder what it would be like to own them, but that's just creepy and obsessive, not illegal.

Notes : I started this chapter fic awhile ago, and have gotten quite a bit written, but I thought I'd post up a little now to know whether or not I should keep going on it. Lets see....any other explainations...oh yes. I love Mexico and the Mexican culture and I think it's very cool that Monica is from there, so I wanted to have that be a substantial part of this. Hm...and if you've read anything else of mine you'll know I'm not fluffy or romantic, but this won't be too angsty. I hope. :) I'm trying to make it more DRR, but very subtle. Fun. Original. Good. Yep. Soo...R/R please!

Oh, and as usual, I have taken lyrics from a beautiful song as the title. Sarah McLachlan- Wait.

1:09 AM

A long trail of pale smoke blew slowly from her mouth, out into the warm summer air. Chocolate brown eyes scanned the streets below with a lazy sweep. Long, practiced fingers flicked gathering ash from the tip of the cigarette, watching it flutter down, down, down...until it disappeared into the darkness.

"Hey, Monica," a familiar voice sounded behind her.

She turned and paused, then smiled. "Hey. That was quick. I was just..." she began to add, following his eyes to her arm hanging loosely on the windowsill, lit cigarette drifting snake-like clouds up into the sky. She smiled again. "...taking a break."

"I see that." He nodded matter-of-factly.

"You don't mind, do you John?" The smile wasn't wavering.

"Nah, I'll welcome the break." He replied in a half-groan as he laced his fingers together and stretched both muscular arms in front of him, making a slight cracking noise that made Monica laugh out loud in mock disgust.

After four long hours of paperwork (half that time spent pacing aimlessly around Monica Reyes's loft apartment), at least a six pack of Corona lights and a whole lot of broken pencil tips, the two FBI agents were tired and bored and frankly pissed off at every single suspect in those manila folders as if it was something personal and not just the fact that handling their photographs had resulted in many annoying paper cuts that night.

"Hey Mon, I was thinkin' we call it quits for tonight. Those things are givin' me a headache like hell...what'd you say?"

"I'll agree to that one." She wrapped her lips around the cigarette once more and sucked in, suppressing the urge to shudder as she felt the sharp, bitter sting of nicotine fill her body. It had been weeks since her last cigarette, and now here she was again...right back where she started.

...Last one, she swore to herself. Tomorrow I quit.

"Those things're gonna kill you, Monica," John sighed. "I thought you gave that up."

She lifted a dark eyebrow and without moving her head looked over at him. "Me too."

"You know caner's the second leadin' cause of death in the US righ' now. I'd think about quittin' for good."

She smiled and snubbed the end out on a old Spanish styled ceramic ashtray that sat on the windowsill, blowing out slowly the smoke she still held in her mouth.

"Well I'm glad you care about me after all." Her smile was contagious, and he couldn't help but return it with one of his own.

"Man, what time is it?" He asked after a moment, glancing around the apartment for a clock.

"Either really late, or really early, depending on how you look at it."

"One fifteen." John replied after a short pause, straightening back up from bending over the couch to look at the small clock resting on the coffee table.

"Mmm...the night is still young," Monica laughed, draping her other arm over the windowsill and breathing in deeply the rich night air. "It reminds me of Mexico." Her voice gradually became slower, tainted with nostalgia. Her brown eyes sparkled with sudden mysterious electricity. She looked over at him grinning that wide grin of hers, biting her lower lip slightly.

John just grinned back and watched his partner's face transform into anxious excitement. It was always fun to guess what she might be thinking when this happened. One of his favorite past-time games. Though he usually gave in right away, preferring to hear it from her lips.

"What're you thinkin'?" His eyes squinted as he looked at her, as if perhaps he might be able to see through her and into her mind if he did this.

Still biting her lower lip, Monica withdrew her arms from the window sill and turned to face him. Her eyebrows rose slightly and she asked, "Go somewhere with me?"

1:19 AM

"....Now? Right now?" John Doggett asked, surprised.

She nodded, still smiling.

"Well...where? It's almost two in the mornin', Mon."

"I know. It's somewhere I haven't been in awhile. It's open through the wee hours of the morning. ...Call it a surprise, John. C'mon, tomorrow is Saturday. No work," she added enticingly with an air of persuasion.

"Well-- Monica...I -- what about --..." He seemed to be looking for some excuse, and wasn't even really sure why.

"Stop making excuses, John. You're coming!" She rolled her eyes and threw him a look that reminded him of an impatient child, one that he had seen many times before and that was unique to her, but never failed to ensure she had won the argument. He shook his head and smiled. When Monica Reyes had her mind set on something, it was like attempting to stop a raging bull when trying to prevent her pursuing it.

"Alrigh' alrigh'..." He groaned, allowing himself to be dragged away towards the door. She was laughing as she tossed him his light leather jacket, throwing a black sweater that was sitting beside the door over her shoulders even though they probably wouldn't need them.

"I don't know why I let you do this to me time after time..."

"Do what, John?"

"Turn me into a spontaneous nut like you." He was grinning.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she let out a loud, genuine Monica laugh.

"It's because you adore me, you can't spend one precious moment away from me..."

She laughed in an overly seductive manner and headed out the door. John shook his head, wondering what he was getting himself into this time, before heading out the door to catch up with her.

Got a lot more where that came from if you liked it. Please review so I can know whether or not I should burn it! XD