AN:*pokes head out* Hi, everyone...sorry for the lack of update =/ I am trying! I'm going to try my hardest at spamming this story with updates!

This takes place during 3x20 and this chapter does have smut too, though it's at the end so you can read this if you are an anti smut reader for the most part just stop once you get towards the end where the smut is :)

"Why are you down, Carter?" Fusco asked as his friend and partner exited the captain's office clearly upset with whatever the interim captain had to say.

"I have been placed on desk duty for the next foreseeable future!" she glared at the captain's office. "He said I have to be placed on desk duty until I completed five appointments with the department shrink, and undergo a psych evaluation. Then I have to be given a physical, and if all that checks out is when I'll be cleared for active duty again."

"He's the interim captain, Carter, the FBI appointed him when they fired the captain after you brought down HR. Besides I think you're more upset because wonder-boy had to fly out to D.C. and you didn't get to tag along." No, she was more upset because she wasn't going to get to have mind-blowing sex tonight. John broke down last night, left and bought a pack of condoms, came back, and they had sex all night long. She was tired, sore, and oh so satisfied. They finally gotten to be together, and now he had to go flying to D.C. just perfect, she had been hoping for a repeat night, tonight. They could have had some dinner, some conversation then sex and more sex, which sounded perfect to her.

"Yeah well, I was hoping John would stay in New York for a while since I just got back in from Rome." She grumbled, sitting down at her desk.

"So what's going on between you two, Carter?"

"What do you mean?" she answered vaguely.

"You and wonder-boy, you two start something or what?"

"Why?"

"Stop asking a question instead of answering mine." Fusco griped. "Did you start something or not?"

"We started something," she admitted lifting her chin, waiting for Fusco's comments. But when none came she eyed him suspiciously. "What, no snide comment about John?"

"Nah, because I realized something that I hadn't realized before Carter."

"What?"

"You two just fit. You relax wonder-boy, and wonder-boy makes you happy." Fusco said with a shrug. "And your happiness is all that matters to me, even if it's with my bane of my existence." She smiled.

"Thanks Fusco, I just hope the rest of our friends will be as welcoming."

"Why you think the little mini Reese won't? I think she's been cheerleading for you two to get together for a while now, and four eyes don't seem to be the nosy type." Fusco replied. Her phone buzzed with a text, Joss pulled it out, and saw it was from Shaw. She smirked. Yep, Fusco was right, Shaw didn't care. Because the text merely read; 'nice hickey you gave Reese'.

"Yeah well I hope so." Joss agreed. Not that she cared what her friends thought, she loved John and he loved her back, and that was all that mattered. Her friends blessing would be nice but not necessary.

"You seem happy John," Finch said quietly as they sat in his car with the opera music playing.

"I am Finch," he agreed as they watched McCourt walking around without a care in the world. "Joss is back from Rome, has mobility back in her right arm, and can do what she loves doing which is being a cop. I'm glad for her."

"And you're glad she'd home."

"Of course I'm glad she's back from Rome, Finch, I missed her." He agreed not taking his eyes out of the lens that he had zoomed close to see McCourt.

"Of course, John, and it has nothing to do with the change in your relationship status." That got John's attention. He turned to look at Finch.

"How do you know about that? Were you listening in on us?" he demanded.

"No, no, of course not John, I wouldn't ever listen in on you and the detective."

"Then how do you know?" John demanded. Finch's gaze dropped to his neck, John groaned as he realized there had to be a mark. He grabbed the visor, pulled it down, and looked in the tiny mirror and moved his head to the side, and sure enough there was a hickey. Damn it Joss!

"I'm happy for you both, John, the detective is a wonderful woman and you deserve to be happy."

"Thanks," he grumbled a bit, feeling his cheeks heat at having not taken a moment this morning to check to see if she left any marks on his neck, she had been sucking there quite a bit last night. Oh god, he wondered if Root and Shaw had seen it. He would never live it down if Shaw had seen it! John pushed the thoughts out of his mind, focusing back on the congressman. "This isn't working, Finch, he doesn't even know the danger he's in, and I can't get close enough to him. They can hire Secret Service Men to protect him if there is an elevated threat to his life."

"What do you suggest we do, Mr. Reese?"

John rolled his window down, pulled his gun out, and fired in the general vicinity of the congressman. "Now he knows, now drive Finch." Finch's eyes were wide, and he peeled away from the curb.

Things had gone bad to worse. He helped Shaw walk around as they had all come back in from D.C. after working McCourt's case.

"Are you going to be alright, Shaw?" he asked quietly as they walked around the streets of New York, hiding from the police. Harold had disappeared, he was upset about the machine giving McCourt's number so they kill him. John was going to do it, was going to kill him, but ended up not for Finch. Finch didn't wish it, didn't want him to kill the congressman, and he knew internally that Joss wouldn't want it either.

"I'll be fine, been shot worse. We need to find Finch."

"If Finch doesn't want to be found, we won't find him." He murmured. "We need to keep a low profile until the news media about the abduction of McCourt goes away."

She nodded her head. "Go see her, I know you want too."

"I do but I'm not leaving your side Shaw until I know you'll be alright." He continued to help her walk.

"Like I said I have had worse, Reese, I think we are going to have a problem. McCourt is green-lighting Samaritan and we failed to stop him. Samaritan is going to come online soon." John nodded, which was why he needed to go visit with Joss. He needed to warn her, he needed to see her, and explain why he was going to be scarce for a while. "Go, I'm fine." Shaw stated and he released his firm hold on her elbow. They parted ways, he pulled his beanie over his head more so that any police that could see him wouldn't recognize his face. John texted Joss asking her to meet him at her place, he smiled when he received a text almost immediately back.

John picked her lock ten minutes later, letting himself in and waited. He tugged the beanie off his head, pocketing it, tugging his gloves off too. He turned when the door opened. "John you here yet?" she called out.

"In your living room," he smiled softly as she flew inside and wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't even seem upset about the fact that he broke in again.

"John I was so worried about you, you hadn't called or anything, and I was watching the news about McCourt." She pulled back. "You're alright?"

"I am, Joss, but I needed to see you and warn you."

"No," she shook her head, taking a firm hold on his cheeks. "No, I'm not letting you go if that's what you think. I don't care, we just got this thing between us going."

"I'm not letting you go, Joss, not yet at least. But I need to warn you that Samaritan might be coming online and if that happens I will not be seeing you. I will not risk your life. I can't."

"John we have been through a lot worse, we can struggle through this."

"I hope so."

"You don't sound confident."

"Because Samaritan is a different animal, Joss, we have been through a lot but I'm not sure if we can outdo this."

"We can." She assured. "I'll have confidence enough for the both of us. We can get through this, together."

"I love you Joss," he took her lips with his, passionately. She moaned as she pushed at his jacket. Joss wasn't going to waste a single moment of their time together. John was worried she could see it in his face. She pulled him towards the staircase, while she dominated the kiss. He sighed heavily, as he followed her up the stairs. He broke the kiss, she turned and ran up the stairs, discarding her jacket as she went.

"Catch me if you can, John." She teased hearing quick footsteps behind her. She squealed as he caught her around the waist, tumbling her onto her bed, her hands going for his dress shirt. He had taken his blazer off somewhere on the steps.

"Caught ya," he grinned as he pinned her hands to the bed.

"Now what are you going to do with me?" she teased as she curled her legs around his hips.

"Hmmm," he nipped her chin. "That my love is for me to know and you to find out." He purred as he ground into her softly, earning a moan from her.

"You tease," She giggled as she parted his shirt, before tugging it from his waistband of his pants.

"You'll just have to be patient, Joss, and we both know how impatient you are." He slowly sat back shrugging his dress shirt off, before he knocked her pumps off, while she smiled as she eyed his pants noting the nice bulge.

"And we know how impatient someone gets himself." She murmured as she spread her legs on purpose. He stared between her legs before sliding his gaze up to her eyes. He licked his lips and she swallowed a moan. She sat up and their hands rustled with clothing, both needing to get skin. "I say it's you who is more impatient." She moaned as she pushed him onto his back, dragging her tongue across his chest, pushing his shirt off the bed.

John immediately rolled her onto her back. "It's you," he whispered as he easily pinned her hands to the bed with one large palm. He tightened his grip when she tugged. "And I'm going to tease you until you are begging me to take you to prove it." He assured as he finished unbuttoning her shirt with his free hand. He cupped her breast.

"You're cheating," she said tugging on her hands again. She moaned as he cupped her breast as he tightened his grip on her hands. She couldn't free them. Joss wasn't going to forget the fact that he was using his strength against her, Joss was going to get even for this because she might not have his strength to hold his hands down, but there were things that would help her out. Namely her handcuffs. She gasped as he pressed his palm against between her legs, she wished her clothes was out of the way.

"Mmm," he took her mouth and his hand slid from between her legs, undoing her button and zipper. "You're mine, Joss." He murmured against her lips, before he slipped a hand into her loosened pants, under her panties.

"J-oh-John," she moaned as his touched her. He smirked down at her.

"You're wet." He teased her, before he found her entrance and slipped a finger into her. "And ready for me, tell me to fuck you Joss."

"John, will you please take my clothes off." She tried to remain polite. He slipped a second finger in her, while he ran his thumb over her clitoris. She squirmed under his hold.

"Where's my un-ladylike Joss?" he purred as he withdrew his hand from her pants, she growled in the back of her throat as she watched him lick his fingers. He was teasing her, purposely. "Tell me to fuck you senseless." He whispered seductively in her ear.

"Fuck me, just fuck me John." She gave up trying to be polite, she gave up trying to remain patient. John was right she was impatient, because she wanted him. It seemed that was all he needed because he sat back pulled her pants down, undid his, and she helped push his pants down. They both scrambled for the condom, John rolled it on quick, and he was inside her in seconds. Her pillows got pushed off the bed as he slammed into her.

"God, John," she moaned as she curled her legs around his hips, not caring at the restrictive movements, she wasn't going to last long anyways. "I love you." She bit hard on his shoulder.

"I love you, Joss." His voice was breathless, his thrusts were deep, strong, and hard. He drew her closer to the edge. "Look at me, Joss." He moaned. She opened her eyes, staring. Their fingers linked together, eyes connected. Joss felt the teasing gone, replaced with seriousness. Her orgasm rocked her seconds later, she stared into his eyes as she cried his name, climaxing hard. His sharp moan as she clenched him inside her, as spasms after spasms rocked her core, forced John over the abyss with her. He stiffened above her, he kept his eyes on her as he called her name, and it was intensely sexy sharing this sort of intimacy. After several minutes, after both their orgasms faded was when he collapsed on top of her.

"I love you John." She said again quietly keeping her arms and legs wrapped around him.

"I love you too, Joss, but sometimes love isn't enough."

"It is for us." She countered. He lifted his head, peering down at her. She saw the same worry in his eyes as earlier. "Let's just enjoy the here and now." She offered. She didn't want to argue and she surely didn't want to waste today.

"Shaw was shot, Finch left, I feel like I'm betraying my friends by being this happy." He admitted as he slowly withdrew her. Joss sat up watching as the man she loved slid from bed, walking into her bathroom butt-naked. Joss leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbing his shirt, and tugged it on. She sat waiting for him to reappear. John appeared a couple minutes later, looking hot all rumpled. Her eyes on his naked form, before he climbed into bed beside her. She snuggled against him.

"We have been through a long rough period, John, don't you think we deserve some sort of happiness. John, I was shot, you were shot. I had spent months in Rome, we spent months apart, and we are finally together. Is it wrong that I feel selfish and want to be this happy, even if our friends aren't?" she asked before lifting her head to lean her chin against his chest to eye him in the eyes. "Am I wrong?"

"No, of course not, Joss, we have been through a lot. I just…don't know what to do."

"We endure, like always. Why did Finch leave?"

"He's upset with the machine."

"Like you were?"

"Sort of, I was angry with the machine for not warning us in time to help you, and while I don't fully believe in the machine I believe in the cause. I believe in saving people, you helped me remember that."

"So what happened?"

"Finch doesn't agree with what the machine wanted us to do, we received McCourt's number as you know, but it wasn't to save him."

"Wait, are you saying…."

"The machine wanted us to kill McCourt."

"Why? It has never given you a number to kill before, why would it give one now?"

"McCourt has the power to decide if Samaritan will come online or not now that Northern Lights has been ousted to the public, and Decima has been schmoozing him. We received his number to stop the deal from happening."

"Can it even do that?"

"If the machine feels one life will save many. Finch asked me not to kill him and so I didn't. Joss, we have to lay low because of kidnapping McCourt. But while we were on the run Shaw got shot. When we got back to New York, Finch left, because he was upset with the machine."

"It will get better, baby, I promise." She whispered taking his lips softly with hers to ease his pain and worry. John was seriously worried. This was the most worried she ever seen him, besides about her.

"How did things go with the captain, have you been reactivated again?" he asked clearly changing the subject.

"NO! I am stuck on desk duty because I have to go through useless five shrink appointments, do a psych evaluation, and have a physical performed to even have a shot at being on active duty once more."

"Well you'll pass your physical with flying colors." He smirked, rubbing her thigh with his hand. "You'll get off desk duty soon."

"Yeah I know it's just going to be so boring," she said knowing she was whining a bit. But she hadn't worked an active case since taking down HR because of getting shot, then rehab, and now she had to wait even though she felt better because of stupid regulations!

"They're just trying to make sure you are alright, Joss, but if you want I could perform a mock physical for you." He smiled as he pushed her onto her back. She smiled back.

"Oh, out of the goodness of your heart you're going to help me get ready for my physical, huh?" she teased.

"Yeah, I want to help get you back to doing what you love, and if I have to offer my assistance at giving you a physical I guess I'll bite the bullet." He took her lips softly, sucking on her bottom lip.

"Alright, Dr. John, get to it, and examine me." She purred as she raised her hands above her head, he sat back his eyes blazed with lust and love.

"My pleasure,"

AN: Thanks for reading! Sorry for such the long drought of no updates I haven't been on in a while :/ ugh. I'm still trying to read all the wonderful fics that have been posted recently, and some recs I received when I was on the Careese chat.