Author's note: Okay, everyone get ready for utter fluff! If you find bits of this ridiculous its because its meant to be, and if you find my humor-'nutty' or 'insane' its okay I've been told I'm crazy before so its not new to me :D You may enjoy the end of this chapter though there's more to come ;P

Carter, and Reese just make me SQUEE inside so I naturally have to squish them together as much as possible which could be why I wrote that one shot where John abducts Joss (*cue evil laughter*) which is in the process of being read by my friend, and proofreader!

"I wonder where our surprise is going to be John?" she asked as they exited the restaurant. John was still a little unhappy about what happened to her head and she couldn't say she felt the best. Her head hurt really bad and she wished she had some ibuprofen to take, but unfortunately her tiny little clutch offered no room for it.

"I think we should ask the driver to take us back to the mansion, you need to ice it Carter."

"Does it look that bad?" She would cry if it looked terrible. Their driver appeared and Joss watched as the man exited staring at her head. Oh god it did look horrible.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"I had a run in with the bathroom door, and a woman. Does it look that bad?" She decided maybe the driver would be a better person to ask. John was just over protective of those he cared for since he couldn't handle it if he lost them.

"Well-uh-it's a very big lump ma'am, but it doesn't detract from your beauty." She narrowed her eyes on the balding man in front of her trying to charm her. Which meant it was probably a honker! She walked determinedly over to the side mirror and squatted down to look. She gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god John, you didn't tell me I was growing a second head!" She turned to scowl at the man. He looked uneasy and damned adorable, not knowing what to say to her. She couldn't even be mad at him with him looking this way.

"Carter its not that bad. Really." His tone of voice didn't sound quite so certain.

"Not that bad, John, this isn't a minor lump; this is huge, it deserves its own zip code." Tears filled her eyes and John grabbed her hand helping her stand.

"Joss you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, no matter if you have a lump on your head or not."

"You're just saying that because you are being charming tonight John."

"No I'm not."

"So-" she sniffed. "-you mean you always thought I was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" she asked coyly.

"Yes."

"Really?" She smiled, all tears disappearing.

"Yes Joss," he said softly and gave her hand a tiny squeeze. Joss felt herself soar at that little tidbit. She had flirted big time with him all through the night and she had thought she was getting absolutely NOWHERE with him except an occasional flirty comment back. But now she wondered if maybe all her flirtatious comments had gotten under his skin a little to get him to confess that!

"If you are not up to it Ms. Bennett I will call Mr. Leiken and advise him of the situation he can proceed to give the surprise to you both on another day." Joss didn't want the date to end, but forcing John into another date would give her another chance of getting John to take the plunge. She suspected John was getting the clue she wanted him, and she had a feeling he just needed one more shove in the right direction one she'd gladly give him and reap the benefits of John wanting her too.

"My head does hurt a bit and I would like to reschedule it if you both wouldn't mind. You wouldn't mind, Mr. Wiley, being subjected to another date with me, would you?" Joss turned to look at him and batted her eyes at him.

"Of course not." he leaned down opening the door for them but paused to look at her. "What are you doing Carter?" he said low enough for her ears only.

"My head hurts John." she answered before climbing back inside. She didn't want to give up her date, but she was going to get maybe something bigger if she did use her injury to her advantage. John sat down beside her shutting the door quickly enveloping them together. Joss looked at John seeing his suspicious looks thrown her way and she played it up, sighing a little touching her head. Maybe she could get him to touch her again which was all she wanted. "It really hurts now, John." She should feel bad, she was playing on his protective nature, but she didn't.

"Lay your head in my lap Joss." his blue gaze was concerned now and she felt her breath clog in her throat. Lay her head on his lap? Was he trying to kill her?

"If you think it will help." she shimmied down a little and laid her head on his knees. She closed her eyes when she felt his hand gently sifting into her hair before he began gently massaging the back of her scalp. Oh god, was he amazing at this, she felt the tension in her slipping away, and hell, the minor headache she did have, was now a dull ache. He cupped her neck squeezing gently rubbing away the tension in her before reapplying slight pressure to the back of her head.

"Does this help at all Carter?"

"Mmmmhmmmm." she couldn't form words with the feel of his hand on her or his hard thighs pillowing her head. She leaned more into him enjoying the feel of him touching her immensely, and didn't want it to end. "John your hands are amazing," she moaned.

"Joss don't do that."

"Do what?" she shifted rolling onto her back staring up at him, his hand now just hovering above her cheek.

"You know what."

"Obviously I don't."

"What's with you tonight? You have been flirting with me and making things difficult."

"Maybe I want things difficult between us." She smiled, grabbing his hand touching him again. She loved when his light blue eyes darkened which happened every time she touched him.

"Are you still high a little bit?"

"John you know that the drugs have been out of my system for a while."

"Then it must be the hit to your head because you wouldn't normally act like this."

"Okay so you flirted with me right back John, so what's your excuse huh?"

"I wasn't flirting, I'm too old to flirt."

"Oh my god what was that whole winking at me thing then?"

"I didn't wink at you I had something in my eye." She stared incredulously up at him.

"John, just admit it you were flirting with me too!" She pointed up at him and he grabbed her index finger, shaking his head, but he had a smile on his face.

"No."

"Yes you were."

"Maybe a little." he conceded.

"I'll take it." She chuckled getting at least him to admit he was flirting. "I had a wonderful time, John, even if my head injury cut it short."

"Me too, but I think you could have survived, which begs the question: why are you pretending its much worse than it is?"

"Think about it."

"Joss I-" but the limo swerved suddenly with a squeal of breaks and horns blaring, ending whatever he was going to say. John cupped her to his chest and she couldn't say she was unhappy with this. She was enveloped in John's heat and his embrace. When he relaxed she tried to sit up to have a real conversation with him, but her haired pulled which hurt. She paused and reached out touching where her hair was pressed to his shirt.

"John."

"What Carter?"

"I think my hair is stuck in one of the buttons of your shirt." she said quietly trying to not to freak out. Joss rolled onto her other side putting her one hand on the other side of John's hip, and tried to look at his shirt.

"Joss this looks bad." No doubt-her face was hovering near his crotch but her hair was caught in the button that was just above his waist where the rest was tucked neatly inside his pants. She eyed the blasted button her hair was inconceivably wrapped around like a knot.

"Yeah, well help me." Their fingers fumbled colliding together and she couldn't help but laugh at her own situation.

"This isn't funny, Carter." The limo came to an ominous stop. At least no one could see them.

"If I don't laugh I'll cry instead, John." This day was terrible from the moment it started and she had thought this date would have been perfect. It had crashed and burned in flames, now to add insult to injury, her hair was caught in his button. If anyone saw them they'd think they were…oh god she needed to get her hair out of his button.

"Don't cry, Joss." Well at least she had this surprise Mr. Leiken wanted to give them to look forward too. Maybe date number two would be much better than the first one.

"Hurry up and get my hair out of your button, I can't get it out." she closed her eyes when the door to the limo opened and two faces appeared in the open door.

"OH MY GOD!" and the door slammed shut. John sighed.

"This isn't what it looks like!" John snapped.

"My hair is caught in his button!" Joss attempted at explaining. Even though it was the truth it sounded like a really bad excuse for the compromising position.

"What were you two doing to get your hair caught in his button?" Joss rolled her eyes. Zoe didn't believe them! She really couldn't blame Zoe though, she wouldn't have believed it if the roles were reversed.

"My head hurts and John was being nice to me to let me lay my head in his lap. Its not what it looks like, I swear! Please we need help." Joss tried to look at John and they both could hear laughter at their expense coming from the other side of the door. The door finally opened and Mr. Leiken appeared.

"Are you alright my dear?"

"I will be. Can someone help even cut my damn hair at where's it stuck in the button?!" she tried to be nice she really did. But they were all just staring at them and she knew how compromising the position appeared!

"Yes of course. Dave please go get Melanie to get scissors for Ms. Bennett." the driver nodded and hurriedly ran off.

"Your hair really is caught in his button." Zoe sighed squatting down to look at them.

"Why did you think we were lying?" John demanded.

"I don't know, maybe because you two want to devour one another, so I just figured things happened on the way home." She grinned before standing up slamming the door shut on them. Joss wished she didn't have to crane her neck too much to look at him because she felt John stiffen a bit at Zoe's words. They sat in silence with Joss's face mere inches from John's crotch, waiting for them to bring the scissors.

"Well I had a nice time." John said and heard Joss scoff as he walked her to her car. He wasn't being just polite and even though the fake date didn't go as planned, he still had a good time with her. He had promised himself after tonight he was going to push back fully away from her, but he couldn't do it. So he made a compromise with himself: he would just make sure they spent time with one another, but not alone together.

"You don't have to lie John, you can say it was your worst date ever."

"But it wasn't." This was by far not his worst date. Sure some things that happened weren't ideal today, but sharing intimate time with Joss had been a real pleasure. One pleasure he shouldn't be allowed too often.

"It wasn't? So you have dealt with a confrontational old prospect and having your date's hair get caught in your button of your shirt before?" she demanded eying him as she leaned against the driver side door of her car looking up at him expectantly. It had taken about two minutes of cutting the tip of her hair just so they could get separated. They then endured countless innuendoes and jokes at their expense for the next fifteen minutes. They were sworn to meet up tomorrow at seven here at Mr. Leiken's mansion to be taken by his driver to get their surprise, even though John had tried to assure the man they didn't need it. Joss hadn't really helped in getting out of it at all, and Joss's words in the limo were fresh on his mind.

"I can honestly say no I haven't, but spending time with you was interesting and very nice."

"You're such a gentleman, John." she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Thank you Joss for a lovely night even if we were forced into it." He moved forward to kiss her cheek but Joss moved her head at the last second so that his lips touched her soft ones. They stood still both a little surprised that they were kissing and John stepped back. Joss looked up at him with those beautiful dark brown eyes of hers and he felt like he was being pulled to her as his lips descended back onto hers. John's hands cupped her face as he deepened the kiss and she sighed into his mouth, kissing him back eagerly. Her arms slid up his chest slipping around his neck as she dropped her purse behind him as he pressed her more firmly against her car seeking more from her.

"So I guess this is normal for friends." John sprung away from her and they both turned to look at Zoe who was walking towards them in her long red jacket. "I don't know about you two, but I have never kissed any of my friends like that or pressed them up against a car like that. John, as always it's lovely to see you, and good luck detective." she grinned walking to the limo parked down near the gate awaiting for her. John looked at Joss and then bent down to pick up her purse for her, holding it out for her to take.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." they both stood still not sure what to do.

"So?"

"Joss, I'm sorry that I kissed you."

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, okay, it doesn't really matter since it wasn't even that good of a kiss." she shrugged her shoulders, and John felt his ire rise. That was a pretty damn good kiss and that's when he saw it. The smirk on her face as she looked at him. She said that on purpose to piss him off, well two could play her game.

"Yeah, you kiss like a fish Carter." her mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me I do not kiss like a fish!"

"You said it wasn't a very good kiss. You sure know how to hurt a guy!"

"I was lying John, I wanted you to admit you wanted to kiss me! You really think I kiss like a fish?! I'll show you." She snapped, grabbing his tie, yanking him down to her. She crushed her mouth to his and he sighed a little before he kissed her back much like before, but this kiss was different. It wasn't new and sweet, it was passionate and intense. John moaned in the back of his throat when he felt her tongue slide across the seam of his lips, and he immediately opened his mouth which was when she pushed back out of the kiss. He looked at her a little feeling dazed, and she appeared happy with herself.

"What is this Joss?"

"You tell me John."

"If you want me to say I'm attracted to you well, I am."

"That's half the battle. I've been flirting with you all night wanting to hear that. I am so attracted to you John and I finally get to tell you the answer to your question: its you. You are the one I wanted to ask me out, no one else." God this was too much too hope for.

"You're not just saying that?"

"God no, John. How can you even think I don't have the same feelings for you? I tried to give you signs all night and you were flirting right back. Then it seemed like a switch happened and you were avoiding me."

"I don't know what to do because I want you, but I'm not good enough for you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"How about you let me decide if you are good enough or not for me?"

"I'm just telling you the truth, Joss."

"Are you two going to argue there some more about your feelings for one another or are you going to allow my surprise for the two of you to help figure things out?" John turned to glare at the millionaire who was walking down his long drive way towards them with a smile on his face.

"We're sorry, we're on our way." Joss sighed.

"Don't be. I hope things work out between you two, and I must say you kiss, Ms. Bennett, much like I kissed my lovely fiancée Darlene with such passion and love. I hope the two of you are together for a long, long time." John held Joss's door as she climbed in and he shut the door softly before he made his way to his own. He wanted Joss in the worst way, but was it enough for them to forego their friendship and dive into whatever was between them? He wasn't sure if either one of them was ready for that, but she seemed as tired as he was at fighting it. Just where did they go after tomorrow, after their second non-date, did she want a real date? Could he even give her a real date since he was a wanted man and had enemies that would gladly shoot innocent people that were with him? He was so unsure of what to do so he decided to put it off until tomorrow and talk with her. Joss was right he couldn't take the decision out of her hands, but he could also advise her on all the reasons why he would make a lousy choice even if it hurt inside to do so.

Author's note: the whole scene of Joss's hair getting stuck in his button of his shirt causing everyone to think-something else was happening was too delicious not to write. I let my mom read it and she laughed and called me crazy so its okay if you guys think I'm nuts everyone else does too :) And I know I'm stringing along the surprise, but I can't help myself I'm a tease like that :P Anyone have a guess as to how their second non-date is gonna go?

Thanks so much for reading so far, and reviewing there's more to come which I'm hoping everyone is ready for the fluff-a-thon that's coming :P