Author's note: I enjoy this chapter because I got to add Taylor into the story I just adore that character and I love how Joss, and Taylor are together :) We don't see him nearly enough on the show as we should.

I hope you enjoy, and if you are patiently waiting for another post on Twisted Revenge its coming soon my friend and proofreader Elaine is so wonderful to read it over for me and she has three chapters to do so lol.

"You and me together," Joss danced as she stirred her eggs a bit as she blasted the stereo in her kitchen, "through the days, and nights" she belted out along with Alicia Keys as she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.

"Mom what are you doing?" she jumped a little when she heard Taylor filter over Alicia Keys powerful voice. She whirled around holding the wooden spoon to her mouth.

"No One, No one, No O-na-un-one! Can get in the way of what I'm feel-ling!" She was not as good as Alicia Keys but she didn't care and neither did her son. She danced her way towards their small dinette table carrying the pan with the hot food, flipping the eggs on the plate.

"What happened to your head mom?" her kid's smile evaporated the moment he saw the giant lump on her forehead peeking out from beneath her bangs. Damn it, she wished they covered it better.

"A stupid woman came rushing into the bathroom swinging the hard wooden door like it was a weapon and your mom was standing behind it."

"You alright?"

"I'm good and nothing can take away my happiness today, not even this damn lump on my head." She turned to go, making another set of scrambled eggs for herself.

"Someone's in a good mood for having to work on a Saturday." Taylor grinned as he hurried over to the steaming hot eggs. Joss turned down the stereo but kept humming along as she began stirring once more. "So I take it your date went well last night, huh?"

"You could say that again!" Joss was glad she had her back turned on Taylor. Her kid was perceptive and quick, he would surely know by the look on her face how well it went indeed. John kissed her and admitted to being attracted to her.

"Who'd you go out with?" Joss paused from swinging her hips to the beat and turned carrying the pan with her own eggs to the other empty plate. She sat down across from him eyeing him softly hoping he'd be happy for her.

"You know him, care to take a guess?"

"I do?" Taylor eyed her thoughtfully as he sipped his orange juice when he got a sudden look of realization. She grinned. "Is it your partner, Detective Fusco?" Joss nearly spit her orange juice out.

"No! He's a friend, besides he's dating someone."

"Oh." he eyed her speculatively and smiled. "I got it, it's the guy with the glasses."

"Finch?" Oh boy, there went her assessment of her son being perceptive. She was going to have to live through him running down a long list of people she wouldn't think twice of dating, wasn't she?

"I'm just joking, mom! It has to be Mr. Badass."

"You little smart aleck, I was worried there for a moment." she chuckled holding her fist out for him to bump. He got her and he got her good. She should've known when he said Fusco that he knew who it was immediately, though she shouldn't be so happy. How could her kid see what she hadn't?

"Sorry mom, I had to tease you, but it was a no brainer by how happy you were and how he looks at you."

"Oh he gives me looks?"

"Yeah, I saw it when he brought me back to you after I was kidnapped. He gives you those long looks, like you are the only woman for him."

"Oh he does, does he? How come you didn't tell your dear old mom here that he looked at her like a guy interested huh?" Oh how she hoped he was right about those sort of looks.

"I thought you knew," he shrugged his shoulders inhaling his food. Damn, growing boys eat a lot of food, didn't they?

"Need more?" He shook his head, pushing the empty plate back. "Well, we are having another date tonight and I'm hoping it goes better than last night."

"Mom, do I need to talk to you about sex?" Joss choked on her eggs as it slid down her throat before she was ready for it. She coughed and slapped at her sternum, sending glaring looks at her son. She picked up her orange juice before taking a healthy swig of it.

"I do not need a lecture about sex from my teenage son."

"I'm just saying, mom, that you haven't dated a guy in a while, and well, when I started dating Tiffany Carmichael you gave me this long lecture about things getting heavy. Now it's my turn. No sex unless it's safe sex."

"This is revenge for all the times I grounded you, isn't it?"

"Come on mom, I'm being serious. You think I want to talk to you about your sex life? I much rather believe you don't have sex, thank you very much. But I'm not naïve and the way you two look at each other it's bound to happen."

"I'm too young to have a stroke!" She did not want to talk about her sex life with her son at all. Her son shook his head but had a smile on his face. "Okay, talking about my sex life with my kid is over," she said firmly but with a grin on her face too.

"Agreed." Taylor pushed away from the table standing up. Joss stood up eyeing her watch before placing a quick kiss on the top of his head.

"Be good Taylor, and if you are going out with your friends tonight be home by curfew, not a second later."

"Gary wants me to stay over tonight."

"Fine, but only if you got your homework done."

"Did it last night while you were out."

"Good job, honey. I'll see you then tomorrow." He smiled when she gave him an additional kiss on the head.

"Yeah, and remember mom, if you have your own sleepover, take some condoms with you."

"I was just wiping the memory of us talking about this out of my brain and there you go bringing it up again." she sighed but smiled at how loving her kid was. "But don't worry I'll be alright. Love you Taylor." she called out, grabbing her jacket.

"Love you right back." he called out as she hurried out their apartment. She flew down the stairs realizing she needed to head to the pharmacy to get condoms. She didn't want to leave it to chance that she might actually get lucky with John and wasn't prepared. Joss pulled her car to the local pharmacy that was just on the corner of where she lived, hurrying inside. She almost skipped to the condoms as she eyed the large rack of them. Hmmmmmm what size to get? She bet he was an extra large and she grabbed the box before hurrying to go to pay for them when she stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing following me?" Joss huffed, not really angry, but she couldn't help but feel a little ire as she looked at the polished woman in front of her. Zoe Morgan stood with a smile on her face as her eyes fell to the box of condoms she held.

"Not really, I say this is more coincidental I was on my way to a client's home when I needed to get a box of those myself."

"Who fell into your web?"

"No one yet, I was going to buy them for Finch and John."

"Oh!" she hadn't realized Finch was dating anyone. The man was beyond peculiar but he was sweet. She was happy he was finding a little happiness himself.

"Extra large that's a good purchase." Joss refused to let herself blush. "I have to agree, I think John's got a nice sized engine under the hood."

"Nice euphuism, Zoe." she chuckled as several other customers walked around them. "Well, I'll leave you to buying condoms for Finch then. Whose he dating?"

"No one yet. I'm still trying to figure out who will make him happy."

"Maybe you should let him navigate his own way through it."

"Like you and John?"

"Point taken." Joss couldn't even argue with her. She suspected if they hadn't been forced on the date that both she and John would still go on believing that the other didn't share their attraction. "Well good luck, Zoe."

"You too, detective. I suspect getting John in bed won't nearly be as much of a challenge for you as it was for me." Joss shook her head walking to the counter to purchase the condoms.

"Someone's looking chipper this morning." Joss entered the police station eyeing Fusco's tired eyes as she almost walked on air over to her desk.

"You can say that again." she grinned as she sat down at her desk chair with a smirk.

"How so? You were stuck on a date with Mr. Happy."

"Because Fusco, I was stuck on a date with John and it was glorious."

"Please tell me that this isn't happening. You and wonder boy an item?"

"We aren't an item, well not yet anyways. What's wrong with John and me dating?"

"Nothing except for the fact that its Wonder Boy."

"What's wrong with John?"

"He's not exactly relationship material, Carter."

"How would you know? Have you dated him?"

"Good one," he said without cracking a smile. "I'm just saying the guy has a lot of issues and you both are complete opposites."

"We're not that opposite."

"Enough to get pissed off at each other a lot."

"Yeah." she grinned thinking about the times John pissed her off. Her batteries in her vibrator died the last time he pissed her off.

"Oh, ewwww wipe that gross look off your face, Carter." She laughed at the clear disgusted look on Fusco's face.

"Well you brought it up."

"Just don't get your hopes up is all I'm saying."

"Thanks for worrying, but it's not necessary. So how did things go last night for you and your date?" Joss teased.

"Oh you mean Mr. Vocabulary and I on our stakeout of the annoying girl? It went, let's leave it at that. Mr. Glasses isn't a great conversationalist."

"And you are?"

"Ha, funny Carter. But Wonder Boy and Einstein are going to be watching the girl today."

"John's going to be near that-that spoiled brat?"

"Yeah what of it?" He yawned, putting his glasses on to look at his paperwork.

"That girl wants John."

"So?"

"So, I don't share." she stood up.

"You worry too much. Mr. Happy has eyes for you Carter, even if it's disturbing to see." Did everyone see John's feelings for her, except her?!

"Well, I'm just going to offer my assistance to John and Finch if they need me."

"More like you want to keep an eye on John and the girl. The charges against her were dropped; it seems like mommy and daddy of the spoiled rich girl know who to buy off."

"Yeah, well she might get her way everywhere else but John's mine and she can't have him." Joss pulled her cell phone out calling Finch. She wasn't prepared to hear John's voice yet, especially after just getting a box of condoms. All she'd envision would be John in nothing but his birthday suit and a smile.

"Hello detective."

"Hey Finch, Fusco filled me in on the fact that John and you are with Veronica Donahue. Need some help?"

"No, Mr. Reese and I have it covered." she narrowed her eyes on the distinct laughter in his voice.

"How does he have it covered?"

"I've got to go Jocelyn, it's my turn." Joss could hear women in the background and John's soft voice before the blasted man hung up on her. Finch called her "Jocelyn,' which meant he was undercover, as was John. "Fusco, I'm gonna follow up on a lead."

"Yeah, yeah, give my worst to our mutual bane of our existence." She waved him off as she stalked out of the station. After she decked the girl for drugging her, she was going to lay claim on John so any woman in the immediate vicinity of him knew he was off limits.

"Mr. Reese, please try to look a little less-yourself." John scowled harder at Finch as he tried to ignore the women that were following them on the golf course.

"What does that mean?" he whispered as they followed much slower in the golf cart behind Veronica Donahue and Betsy Freeman, who was the girl's best friend. Finch had a suspicion that her best friend wanted her dead. Finch and Fusco had waited all night outside the Donahue's mansion without an event happening. But this morning Finch had found out Betsy Freeman dated Peter Paterelli for a year and a half before she was abruptly dumped by Peter for Veronica.

"It means Mr. Reese, these young women view you as a challenge." John turned to look behind them as Finch drove.

"I'm too damn old for some of these girls, Finch," he lamented as they were still being followed by several golf carts full of women from varying ages from mid twenties to possible mid fifties.

"Perhaps, but some women don't mind older men. Maybe try smiling, Mr. Reese. Maybe they won't view you as a mystery if you were a little bit more open."

"I'd much rather shoot myself in the kneecap than pretend to like their attention." He'd much rather one woman's attention in particular and she wasn't here. They pulled up to a stop behind Veronica's golf cart and John forced himself to get up. The girl hurried over towards him.

"Okay John, I have a proposition for you." He tried to not wince. This girl had propositioned him already several times since Finch forced them into a golfing excursion together.

"What is it Ms. Donahue?"

"Veronica remember?"

"Yes, Veronica?"

"If I get a better stroke on this hole than you I want a date."

"And if I get a better stroke?"

"You get to have a date with me." She grinned as if she was a prize. God, this girl was annoying.

"I guess I want to skip this hole." He thought he heard a laugh escape Finch who covered it with a clearing of his throat.

"Did I ever tell you Mr. Wiley, I enjoy the chase even more than winning?"

"Did anyone ever tell you that you don't always get what you want in life?"

"I always do."

"Well then I guess you are in for a hard lesson." John turned to look at Finch for help.

"There you are, Mr. Wiley!" John looked up when he heard Joss's voice, feeling utter relief as she hurried over. Oh thank god! John smiled, dropping the golf club moving towards her.

"Jocelyn," he called out ignoring the deathly look Veronica sent Joss. He moved towards her and her eyes widened when he grabbed her cheeks before he kissed her. He felt her surprise which quickly faded as she kissed him back. John took a step back and eyed her forehead. "Are you better?" he asked playing it up, touching her, though he truly wanted to know if she was alright. He leaned down close to her ear. "Sorry Carter, I need to get these women to back off."

"Who asked you to apologize?" she whispered back. "Yes, I'm better," she answered loudly for everyone to hear.

"Oh look it here, it's the undercover cop." Joss pulled away from him and walked around him.

"Oh look it here, it's the spoiled rich girl who lives off of mommy and daddy."

"Mr. Wiley and I were enjoying ourselves and you clearly don't belong here so how about you run along." John watched Joss's eyes. Uh-oh, the girl pissed her off.

"Well it seemed to me like Mr. Wiley appeared bored with you honey, and I'm here on official business." Joss said with a flippant smirk on her face before she turned more fully towards him. "John, I need to speak with you."

"Sure."

"But Mr. Wiley!" the girl whined, making John want to cover his ears from the noise she made. "We're in the middle of the course."

"I guess you and Ms. Freeman will just have to make due by yourselves. My assistant and I need to go speak with the detective."

"I'm not giving up, Mr. Wiley." she called out but was completely ignored as Finch and Joss walked with him towards the golf cart.

"When can I hit that spoiled rotten brat?" Joss grumbled as they all sat down in the golf cart and drove down the path away from them.

"Detective, we believe that Ms. Freeman could be the perpetrator against Ms. Donahue."

"Who?"

"The young woman with Ms. Donahue right now."

"Probably because she has to spend time with her."

"More likely it's because Ms. Donahue took her boyfriend." They parked further away, out in the distance, but close to see what was happening between the two young women.

"Looks like the women are headed in; I guess they don't want to play anymore." why hadn't they not wanted to play when Finch and he had been with them?

"Yes John, because you're not with them."

"What are you doing here anyway, Carter?"

"Well Fusco filled me in and Finch said you guys were handling it. So I decided to come help."

"I see," Finch replied trying to hide a small grin.

"Actually Carter, I think you might be able to help." John said watching the two young women speeding towards the giant gray building in front of the tennis courts.

"What?"

"If we are right that Ms. Freeman is going to harm Ms. Donahue, she might strike when they are alone together in the locker room."

"Oh no don't make me go in there." Joss pleaded.

"Carter, I can't go in there."

"Why not? They'd surely let you in?"

"Oh, so you want me to enter the women's locker room."

"No. Finch can do it. I've stomached as much of her as I can."

"Oh no detective, I can't." John agreed with Finch on that. Finch wasn't good in the field.

"Carter."

"Fine! I just hope she gives me a reason to deck her." Joss grumbled and he stared at her. Joss leaned close to him. "I can't wait for tonight John." He really needed to speak to her about this date thing. He didn't want her to think that he expected anything because he didn't. He enjoyed spending time with her even if it was in her best interests for her to be free of him.

Author's note: I love how Joss wants to deck Veronica (bawhahahahahahahaha will I or won't I allow her to get a nice punch in on the brat). Okay so I have a little hint for you guys for chapter 8 because I'm a tease like that :D

"If someone told me I'd be making out with you in a limo a month ago I'd say they were nuts," she whispered in his ear...

See I'm a tease okay I'm going to go skip off now, and worry about pointy objects that are about to be thrown at me for teasing that, but you guys love me anyways right? *big doe eyes*

Thanks for reading, and reviewing as always I enjoy it immensely and appreciate your kindness :) My proofreader is going to be overwrought with so many chapters hahahahahahahaha I'm going to be sending her the final chapter of this as well :)