Disclaimer: I do not own the property even though I wish I could borrow Reese for a day. Thanks SWWoman for the look over.

Chapter 14 - Cleaning Up

John and Joss got back to the loft in record time. As they were getting back into the city, they passed by a few cruisers that looked to be heading into the direction of the warehouse. Stepping over the threshold, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of them had intended for a gunfight to ensue, but at least they managed to capture the brothers.

They walked over to the kitchen and Joss grabbed a seat while John went over to the fridge to grab them each a beer. Handing one to her and grabbing a seat himself, they each took a sip before John took out his phone and put it in between them.

They waited until he picked up. "What's going on Finch?"

"Well it appears that you and the Detective have caused quite a bit of trouble. Detective Fusco informed me of the state of the scene and it was quite chaotic."

"Hey, don't blame us just because they didn't like party crashers" John teased.

"Regardless, I take it that you two sustained no injuries?"

"Well they managed to graze me a bit, but it'll heal up" Joss admitted.

"Are you sure Detective because I am more then capable of getting care for you if it is quite serious?"

"It's just a small scratch that I just need to put some alcohol on but thanks for the offer."

"You are welcome. Also there is one other thing that I need to tell you that may help essentially in your case Detective."

Her ears couldn't help but perk up. "Oh really, you got maybe some evidence that could help me put them away for longer than a while?"

"I have just that. While searching the scene, Detective Fusco reported to me that he discovered a footprint near the entrance where the men from HR were standing. I asked him to send a photo so that I may analyze it. After performing a comparison, it appears that the prints from the warehouse and the prints that Mr. Reese found at the scene of the murder of Detective Szymanski are a match."

"Really? Is there any chance that you could be wrong?" She said apprehensively. She didn't want to get too excited and then be disappointed.

"From the photo in both scenes, I can see the distinct impression of a serial number and they also match. This will aid you quite a bit in your case against one of the men."

"You also have the recording as well for me to bring along as evidence?"

"Yes, the conversations have been archived on a hard drive and ready for you when you need them."

"Thanks Finch. If it hadn't been for you and John, I would still be stuck or maybe even dead."

"It's what we do. Now I will leave you be to recuperate until you're ready."

"Okay Finch, talk to you tomorrow" John said before hanging up. He looked over and saw Joss visibly relax. He was happy for her that she was finally going to get her wish on the knowing the truth. His next job for now was cleaning the wound for her.

Placing his drink down, he stepped up to her seat. He resisted the urge to laugh at the quizzical look she gave him before holding out his hand.

"Let's go to the bathroom and I can clean that scratch up for you."

She waved him off. "It's fine, I'll just take care of it later. I'm still going to be here for another day at least."

"Actually I also wanted to finish our more discreet activities."

"Well if that's the case, then lead the way" she said as she stood up and followed him to the bathroom.

Inside, she took a seat on the toilet while removing her jacket and placing it off to the side. She watched as John recovered some cotton balls and alcohol. She ended up making conversation while she waited.

"So do you think this will all work out John?"

As he approached her, she could see the surprised look on his face. "Are you actually having doubts about your case?" He then soaked the cotton ball lightly before passing it over the scratch, eliciting a small hiss from her.

"It's just that I don't believe how close we are to taking this whole organization down for good. I'll just be glad when it's all over."

"I hope nothing goes wrong because I wouldn't want to see you moping around here." She shot him a dirty look. "Just kidding" he defended, causing them both to laugh. He passed the swab only a few times before he deemed the wound clean. He threw it out and put the bottle back in the cupboard. He noticed something fairly familiar as she looked at him while sitting there.

She waited a bit before asking "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just that I'm having a sense of déjà vu."

"Oh, from when?"

"It was from the night when you that hit man tried to drown you." He pulled her up and held her in his arms. He didn't do anything but look at her, trying to burn a different image of her in this scenario other than that night.

"I don't remember anything. All I know was that you decided to strip me down to nothing but my underwear."

"As I stated before, I promised I was a gentleman. I just wanted to get you warmed up because the water you were in was freezing."

"Well I'm starting to feel cold from the rain tonight. Maybe we can try to warm each other a different way" she suggested.

He began to unbutton the front of her shirt. "I'm glad that you agree. I wouldn't want you to get sick before you make your big arrest tomorrow." He pressed his lips to hers again while he continued with the task of divesting her of her shirt.

Her shirt was then placed aside to be dried later as he then began working on her pants. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his eagerness to get things going. She was quite the opposite and wanted to enjoy things in a much slower manner.

Her pants became the next victim and she was left in her black underwear. She then chose to oblige and began work on his clean pressed dress shirt. She took her time with the buttons, hearing the breaths of frustrations escaping his lips. She tried to hide her laughter as she plucked every little button through the holes until they were all free.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders but caught it before it hit the floor. She took the time to fold it up before having it join her things. She then crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at him in that damn undershirt again.

"You know, the next time we're going to have sex, I should give you a warning. You are just wearing that thing to piss me off."

He pointed at the padding near the top. "It's not like I have a choice. I would rather have this so that guys don't know I'm protected until it's too late."

She accepted his excuse and reached for the hem. "Even if it is for your safety, that doesn't mean that I have to like it." She pulled it up and over with a fluid motion and threw it to the neat pile. She began to run her hands over his body. No matter how many times she saw him, she was always fascinated by how beautiful he was.

Her fingers traveled up, intent on remembering every single ridge of his abs and every sprinkle of permanent injuries that he had sustained. She couldn't resist leaning forward and tasting his body for herself. She heard a grunt barely escape his lips as he began to pass his large hands through her hair. She felt him lifting her away from him just to attach his lips to hers once again. She wrapped her hands around his neck as she pressed her scantily clad body against him and dueled with him.

Busy with her lips, he reached around her to unclasp her bra. Bringing her hands down long enough to remove it from her body, he tossed it aside. His hands traveled across the expansion of her sun kissed back as he felt every bit of her under his fingertips.

Because of a lack of oxygen, they separated and he smiled at her flushed face. He gave her another quick peck before beginning to strip himself of his pants.

Once he was in nothing but his boxers, he reached in the shower and had it begin spraying hot water into the large tub. They then took the time to strip themselves of their last bit of underwear. John took a moment to admire Joss in all her naked glory. Before he would abandon his plans, he pulled his eyes away and made his way inside.

Joss waited as he pulled back the curtain and entered the shower. She then saw him hold a hand out for her, which she took gladly. Bringing her inside, her back was against the spray of the water, which had already soaked down her hair and had it begin to stick to her skin.

John was fascinated with how beautiful she looked with her hair framing her face. It looked unnatural, the beauty something that no normal human would possess. Reaching for her, he directed her to face the shower head and she felt the water hit her. Before long, she felt his long fingers travel past her hips until they reached her burning breasts and began to play with them.

He began to squeeze and mold them, eliciting wonderful moans from her lips. His fingers moving forward, he then began to squeeze and tease her nipples, feeling them harden under his ministrations. Joss leaned forward, pressing her hands against the tile wall to keep herself standing as she continue to suffer from the sheer amount of pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

"Who..who would ha..ve know that showers cou…ld feel this good" she uttered with a shaky voice. He would twist and pinch the sensitive peaks, not intent on letting go just yet. Instead he leaned forward to reach her ear, being sure to brush himself against her slightly. He smiled when he heard the intake of air and whispered in her ear. "Do you know how beautiful you are when you are in ecstasy Joss?" He felt her shake her head, unable to give him a real answer.

"Please…" was all she could utter, wanting him so much.

"Let me just get a taste" he said before relinquishing his hold her breasts. The soft whimper of protest didn't escape his ears as he repositioned himself. He leaned down until he was looking into her core. He took a finger and passed it through her outer lips, causing her to jump slightly. He then gripped her ass roughly before begin to thrust his tongue into her, hearing her shout out in response.

He could taste all of her sweet nectar as he began to press deeper. He watched her struggle to keep herself up, her hands beginning to ball up into fist. He dug his fingers into her flesh as he continued to feast on her.

He used two of his fingers to stretch her out so that he could explore her further. His tongue then took it's time to travel up the edges, collecting her juices on his tongue. The yelping and moaning was not lost to him as he continued to torture her. The water began to get lukewarm as it washed away the dirt from earlier.

Her body felt like it couldn't last much longer. She had to tell him to stop or she wouldn't be able to prevent herself from letting go without him. "John" she said with a raspy voice. "John…"she uttered louder, getting his attention.

"Yes?" he asked as he finally pulled himself away from her twitching body.

She looked back, holding his lust filled eyes with hers. "Not like this" she said simply. He understood quickly and reluctantly eased away from her. He rose up to full height and firmly gripped her ass again. He then began to barely pass his erection through her entrance, seeing her fingernails scratch against the tile.

He couldn't help himself in playing with her. To be able to have control over her was something that he would take the time to enjoy. He then leaned forward, using his left hand to turn her head to him. Seeing her absorbed in bliss, he waited until she opened her eyes before he kissed her.

He inched himself through her core as the sound of her fingernails dragging could be heard loudly. Because of his attention to her, he easily maneuvered through her walls until he couldn't go any further. Breaking the kiss, he assumed the position and began to pull out of her. As he pushed back in with power, he could hear the yelp again and smile. It continued on like this, each time John changing the angle of the thrust to touch every inch of her core.

The sounds continued to get louder as they continued he continued to fill her, both of them trying to fight off the quickly approaching release. Joss's face was pressed against the wall, her breasts being crushed each time he pushed back into her.

Freeing one of his hands, he reached under her left knee and lifted her leg in the air, allowing him to reach deeper into her. Joss outright yelled at this new position, feeling him reach all the way to the womb.

"God Joss, you are squeezing me so much" he said through gritted teeth as he struggled to keep upright.

"It's your fault" she yelled as she continued to meet his thrust. The friction soon became too much for either of them as that familiar feeling began to eat away at them.

John lifted her a bit higher, now hitting her clit with each stroke. This was her end as he heard her scream her release soon after and began to fall to the floor. Her insides felt like they were on fire as she began to black out from the euphoria. He followed soon after with a few more thrusts into her now tight, blazing hot core as he exploded inside of her, letting the water from the shower wash away the sweat from them.

They took their time to collect themselves. Joss was the first to recover and sat up on her knees, looking at John in front of her. She crawled her way to him, giving him a soft kiss while he wrapped his hands around her. When she pulled away, she saw that he was looking for something. Following his hand, she saw him grab some soap and a sponge.

"How about we get cleaned up" he offered with a smile as he started on her back.

A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed another hot moment with these two. I just adore the chemistry of these two on screen and they just make me squeal in joy when I see them together. Big hugs to you SWWoman for constantly helping me. I appreciate it a bunch. I also appreciate everyone checking this out. There are only a few chapters left to go everyone. Dum dum dum