That night when John returned home and saw that Natalie was already there. She was sitting on his couch watching TV.

"Hey," John said noticing she looked a little nervous he said, "What's wrong?"

Natalie stood up, walked over, and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to wait in the lobby with Roxy She was grilling me about the other night and I didn't want to get into it with her. I hope it's all right that I'm here. I asked Roxy to let me in." Natalie said in a rush, "I know you like your privacy, I won't do it again."

"Hey, hey." John said interrupting her. "Do I look like I mind?" he asked kissing the top of her head and squeezing her to him. Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight."

Natalie looked up at him inhaling the sent of him at his neck, "what do you mean?" she asked.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to move in with me," John said quickly, afraid she would say no.

Natalie smiled, jumped back and looked him in the eye, "Are you serious?" she asked.

John smiled, relieved, "Yes," he said, "I am totally serious."

Natalie looked around and her smile dimmed a little, "Here? This place is kind of small for two people." She said, "plus well you and Evangeline practically lived here together."

"We could find a bigger place, one with enough room for a pool table." John suggested with a grin.

"You read my mind." Natalie said, then looked at him a little more closely. He looked tired and just a little haggard. "What happened? Was it that bad today?"

"We definitely have a serial killer," John said, "and he is playing some sort of game." He sighed, "I just wish I knew what it was before someone else dies."

"What happened?" she asked again.

"He left us a note this time." He looked at her and said, "What I tell you right now doesn't leave this room, ok?" Natalie nodded. "He wants information of some kind, the note said he would keep killing until we tell him what he wants to know."

"What does he want to know?"

"I don't know and that's what bothers me," John replied, "I don't think he wants us to know yet. I think he wants to keep killing until he deems that it is time for us to know what it is he really wants. This guy is very smart. Actually this case reminds me of another that I worked on. I would say it was the same guy only we caught the guy from that case." He said darkly.

"Could it be a copy cat." She asked

"I thought about that but there is too much so I don't think so. This case just has the same feel that the other did, " he said. Thinking about the two cases John realized that they had almost nothing in common but still he had a feeling they were connected. This one had the same feel to it, the same vibe from the killer. He just couldn't figure it out right now.

"How about we go to bed now," John asked, "We could try out those handcuffs." He quirked his eyebrow questioningly.

Natalie looked at him, and took his hand leading him over to the bed. When they got there she took of his shirt, told him to lie down, and then grabbed the cuffs. Before John could say a word she cuffed his right wrist wrapped the cuffs around the headboard and cuffed his left wrist so that they were above his head. John, startled, said "No fair," but Natalie just grinned at him.

"Who said I would be the one wearing the cuffs?" Natalie teased. As John watched, very aroused, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Johns breathing quickened and hitched as she reached for the clasp of her pants and unbuttoned them. Natalie shimmied off her pants and stood before John in just her bra and thong and John moaned.

John felt like he was going to go insane if she didn't touch him soon. "Natalie," he moaned as he tugged at the cuffs in frustration. Natalie knelt down on the bed, leaned over, and kissed him. Her tongue sliding over his lips but not going inside. He wanted to touch her but his restrained wrists prevented it so he arched up and ground him self into her. Natalie moaned and said "not yet" and moved off him slightly. As he groaned in frustration Natalie trailed her lips down his neck to his collarbone and sucked. John moaned again arching his neck giving her better access to him. After Natalie finished putting her mark on him she moved down his chest licking and nipping at his flesh. John writhed in exquisite agony his skin on fire where Natalie put her mouth.

Natalie smiled up at John as she took his nipple in her mouth sucking gently on it till it hardened under her tongue, her hands roaming his torso until she came to the top of his pants. As John moaned again Natalie moved her hand down to cup his rigid arousal. She loved the feel of him. His skin was so hot it almost burned her hand. She kissed his nipples gently then licked her way down to his waist. Natalie pressed a kiss on John's stomach and as he arched up she whipped off his pants and underwear.

John looked at her, his eyes glazed with desire. H couldn't see anything besides this woman who had him totally under her control. As she bent down to take him in her mouth John closed his eyes and groaned arching into her mouth. His breathing became even more ragged and out of control. Just as he was about to climax Natalie pulled back, John opened his eyes and saw Natalie sitting up and taking her bra off, her panties soon followed. After she had rid her self of the rest of her clothes she leaned over him and kissed him deeply pressing her body against him until he though he would burst. "Natalie!" he managed to gasp out. Natalie smiled and said into his mouth, "what?"

"I need you!" John moaned into her mouth again trying to reach for her only to be stopped by the cuffs. He swore under his breath then said, "I need to be inside you. Now" Natalie straddled him, positioned herself right above him, and slid down on him just an inch then withdrew. John trembled and shuddered under her and arched up trying to put himself inside her. "Oh No McBain, we do this my way" Natalie purred in his ear. John just moaned again thrashed his head from side to side at the sensuous torture Natalie was inflicting on him. He managed to say, "I'll get you for this" just as Natalie slid down on him fully. John rocked his hips up into her as he groaned in relief. They rocked together frantically until they reached their peak, shouting each other's names they tumbled back to earth into the others arms.

After a few minutes to catch her breath Natalie reached up and unlocked the cuffs. His wrist free, John wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, whispering breathlessly in her hair, "you are an amazing woman." Natalie snuggled in his arms and said, "No, John you're the amazing one," then kissed him softly. Once John had recovered his strength he grabbed the cuffs and said, "My turn," he proceeded to exact his revenge, or was it a reward. Neither knew after the night was over.