IV. Stranger Danger

New York City, January 13th 7:30 AM

'Stop just stop….you always have a choice, you just keep picking the wrong ones….Damien I…'

"Passengers please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts as we begin our descent into JFK, the local time here in New York City is 7:30 AM and the temperature outside is 44 degrees."

Damien blinked the voice and memory away as he felt the plane jostle as it began to drop altitude.

"Shit"

He looked to his right at the woman sitting next to him as she clenched the arm rest. The woman had been high stung ever since the plane took off.

"Not a big fan of flying?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah I'm sorry I'm sure I've been annoying this entire flight."

"Not at all we're all afraid of something…" Daimen fastened his seat belt "…after all we're only human."

"Yeah,…. I'm Lauren by the way, I'd shake your hand but…." she looked down at her hands and their death grip on the arm rests.

"I'm Damien. Are you headed to the city for business or pleasure?"

"Neither, I'm just going home. I live here," Lauren breathed out.

"Ohh so you're a New Yorker, must be amazing to live in such a lively city."

"Yeah it is, until the novelty wears off and you find yourself on autopilot, putting in your 9 to 5, just to be to make enough money after taxes to pay bills and maybe go see Hollywood's latest shitty blockbuster.

He chuckled "I admire your honesty."

Lauren smiled as she relaxed "…but at least the foods good."

"It's the little things, that help us forget our surroundings for a moment," Damien pointed out the window.

Lauren followed his gesture as she looked out the window just as the plane touched down. She turned back to him and smiled, he had distracted her with small talk to the point that she forget they were flying.

"Thank you." Lauren mumbled out, a slight blush on her face as she noticed how strikingly handsome he was. Sitting in his three piece gray suit, his voluminous dark brown/black hair moussed back, the touches of grey at his temples on display. His beautiful cheek bones and jaw structure, accented perfectly with the most amazing set of blue eyes she'd ever seen. Even the glasses he was wearing could do nothing to offset his model looks or his clearly muscular frame under his clothes.

Lauren cleared her throat "So how long are you in the city for?"

"Hopefully not very long, I'm just here to look up an old acquaintance of mine."

"Ohh well it's a big city. How do you expect to find them?"

"It shouldn't be too hard, he ran into some trouble with the police a few years ago, I'm going to go have a chat with the arresting officer."

"Like I said this is a very big city, pretty sure one cop isn't going to remember one person that they arrested years ago."

"From what I know she's still in contact with him but if not I'm pretty sure my face might help jog her memory." Damien stood up as they began to un-board the plane.

"Why's that?"

"I've been told we look very similar, could even pass as brothers." Damien winked at her before he made his way off the plane.

Lauren grabbed her overhead bag looking after the stranger she just met on the plane. God, she wished she was this cop lady right now, if the other guy he was talking about, looked even half as good as he did, she'd loose her panties in a heartbeat.

New York City, January 13th 12:10 PM

John let out a sigh of frustration as he sat his beer back on the table of the pub and grill he and Shaw were in.

"What is it Shaw?"

"You didn't eat any doughnuts or drank any coffee this morning."

"That's because I already ate," John replied instantly regretting his choice of words as he saw Shaw's signature devilish grin roll out.

"I bet you did," Shaw grinned wider "Was it a very hearty and filling breakfast?"

"Yes it was," John smirked deciding to humor her, "…and the bacon and eggs were good too."

"This is a robbery, everybody on the ground and no one gets hurt!"

"Showtime" John announced as they both stood up, pulling their guns out and shooting the would be robber in his both his kneecaps. Before they made their way to the exit, telling the bartender to call the police as they stepped over the groaning would be assailant, Shaw stopping to pick up his shot gun.

"Really Shaw?" John questioned as they walked out the pub as he looked at the gun she just picked up.

"Hey I need my own arsenal…we can't all just rob pre-pubescent gun smugglers like you did," Shaw threw back as she got into the car.

New York City, January 13th 1:45 PM

Fusco examined her body posture, the smile on her face and the way she hummed as she did her paper work. He knew it happened, he knew his partner and Wonderboy did the dirty deed, and judging from the smile that had been on Carters face ever since this morning, Reese put in some real work.

"Can I help you with something Fusco."

Lionel leaned back and shook his head "uhhh…nope I'm good."

Okay than stop string at me Joss smiled before going back to her paper work, only for her duty phone to ring, she flipped it open and answered the call.

"Okay we're on our way." Joss stood up holstering her gun "Lets go Fusco we just caught a triple homicide."

Fusco shook his head as pulled his jacket on and watched her walk out ahead of him, although her smile was gone he could still see her happy demeanor shining through her eyes. He apologized as he bumped into a uniform as they crossed paths.

Damien exchanged apologies with the Detective as the brushed shoulders. He watched as the detectives left the prescient before turning his attention onto the desk that had the name plaque J. Carter on it.

He let his eyes roam over the meticulous desk, taking note of the organized files placed snugly at one corner of the desk, the tabs sticking out from the side showing him that they were alphabetized by last name. Everything on her desk had its place, he smiled a little as he looked at her cup holder, each side to four sided holder was labeled; blue pens, black pens, red pens, and pencils. He reached out and tilted one of her files and placed two of her pens into the pencils slot. Getting ready to leave when his eye caught sight of a picture frame next to her computer, it showed a younger version of the detective holding a baby and smiling. He felt anger rise in his chest as he wondered if Reese had a surrogate family with the woman. Snow hadn't elaborated on how 'close' close was in his report on the detective. Finishing his brief surveillance he walked out of the station swiping a few of the Detectives business cards off her desk.

As he exited the precinct he walked for three blocks before ducking into an ally, walking up to a dumpster. He flipped the lid open, shedding the upper portion of his police uniform, taking off his hat and tossing it into the dumpster next to the dead body of the cop he'd stolen the uniform from, pushing a few bags over the body and the cloths before shutting the lid and disappearing out the other exit of the alley.

New York City, January 13th 2:00 PM

Kate moved into the elevator, wheeling her suitcase inside, catching sight of one of the field agents she saw earlier, he was good looking but the cocky smile he was giving her was annoying.

"So how's it feel to be out in the field instead on pushing paper work…it must suck to be an analysis?"

"Not at all, I enjoy my job, gathering information is important" Kate replied as she watched the elevator approach her floor.

"How's that? Just sounds like menial work to me"

"We all have our place, some more important than others, eventually I'll be giving the orders you…," Kate stepped out the elevator looking back at the filed agent "…or I should say the ones who come after you because by then, you'll probably be dead or burned out,…have a good evening."

AN: So just for visual reference when you're thinking of Damien just think of Anson Mount, I saw a movie called Safe with him in it and boy did he looked yummy in his three piece suit...and in my humble opinion he and Caviezel look like they could be brothers.