Slipping into bed, Jane could feel the warmth of John's sleeping body next to her in that humongous thing that they called a bed. She hadn't touched him in weeks, and now she felt the urge to burst into flames. God he was so fine.

John was only pretending to sleep, so he wouldn't have to look at Jane's cold, emotionless face. He loved her all right, but he was having second thoughts about if she loved him. Sure she had married him and that meant love, but maybe the love had burnt out, like their sex life.

Jane woke up around five AM to get ready. She needed to leave before John did, so there wouldn't be any of that awkwardness. No, Jane needed to concentrate. She needed to focus. She re-counted her guns, in her private walk-in closet, and made sure she would have enough ammunition in case things got "sticky". Which they almost never did, since Jane was good at her job, but you had to be prepared for the worst.

John heard Jane get up out of bed and walk to her closet. She was leaving for LA this morning, and she would be gone for the weekend. Some investors conference, a big "how do you do?" thing. He shuffled around in bed, and realized that he could feel Jane's warmth form Jane's side of the bed still. It felt wonderful.

Jane got her bags downstairs and into her car, and went back inside to get some coffee, she felt like shit. She walked into thee kitchen and saw John drinking orange juice from the carton. Her job never ended.

"John," Jane said, and John took the orange juice carton away from his mouth and swallowed hiss gulp full of pulp.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you always have to drink from the carton? Is a glass really that hard to get?" Jane said while "tutting" at him. God, she could be so fucking difficult sometimes.

"I thought you were gone." John said flatly.

"Well, I'm not, I just came in to get some coffee before I left."

"Oh, well, could you hand me a glass then?" John said while sitting down on the stool.

"Yes," Jane said while getting a glass down from the cabinet and handing it over to John, perched on the stool. She then turned around and poured herself a cup of coffee. She turned around towards him, and John saw that it was the mug that they had drank out of the morning after they had met.

"I miss you Jane," John said quickly, before losing his nerve.

"Oh?" Jane said while turning around. She didn't want him to see her tears.

"I really wish we could talk sometimes. I mean, I just feel like there's this wall between us. I want to be able to love you again." John said, and Jane began to silently sob, but he couldn't see the tears rolling down her face.

"John, I really have to go to the bathroom before I go, can we continue this conversation when I get back?" Jane didn't wait for an answer; she just walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom and master bathroom.

John was puzzled by this. He didn't know what he had done to scare her off. Usually girls ate that up, and this time it wasn't bullshit. He decided to go upstairs after her. Bounding up the stairs, Jon realized that he didn't have a plan. He always had a plan, but this time it felt good to be just winging it.

Jane was re-applying her makeup when there was a knock on the door. "Hold on, please," she said and re-capped the liquid eyeliner. The door just opened, and in walked John. He looked even better breaking the rules then he did ignoring her. His shirt was open, and she could see the muscles of the body she longed to touch.

"John, I said hold on, please. You can't just come barging in on somebody."

John didn't answer; he just came over, and looked Jane straight in the eyes. He was close to her. Too close. If he didn't get a grip on himself, he would loose all self-control and jump all over her.

Jane decided to move, so she could get the hell out of there and onto her flight to Moscow. But when she side-stepped him, John blocked her way. Now, Jane was frightened. Oh sure she could handle anybody, but she wasn't sure if she could stomach hitting, or even hurting John.

"Jane," John whispered, and then leaned into Jane so he could smell her. She smelled like some fancy perfume, but underneath, John sensed that she as the same woman he married.

"John," Jane retaliated.

John didn't say anymore, he just leaned into his wife, and put his arms around her waist. He pulled her close, and kissed her. She moaned, and he opened her lips with his. Her arms were flung around his neck, and she felt so good wrapped around him.

Jane couldn't believe this was happening. She wanted it to last forever. However, she had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let he emotions get in the way of that. Jane pried herself away from John, and pulled herself together. "John, I must go, really. I will talk to you wwhen I get home on Sunday. Okay?"

John didn't see a way out of that, he couldn't force her to do anything, she was one tough girl, but he had still wanted that kiss to last till the end of time. Eddie would kill him if he knew what he was thinking.

From the car, Jane called Jasmine. She knew that she needed to check in with the girls.

John decided to all Eddie, and see if he wanted to get a drink before his plane left at noon. John would need one hell of a drink to stop thinking about Jane.