"Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout…Baby got back!"- Sir Mix-A-Lot
As soon as the words left the man's mouth John threw his fist across his face, knocking him out cold. The day had stared out normal they got a number who turned out to be a gang member who was about to shoot up a store because the owner wouldn't pay the gang protection money.
In order to keep the shooting at a minimal he and Shaw called in Fusco and Carter at the last minute. He forgot that today was Joss's day off, and judging by her attire she was probably at her weekly yoga class. He wasn't complaining though, her figure certainly did yoga pants justice.
One of the other members of the gang tried to take a pot shot at Shaw from behind, but before he could pull the trigger Joss body slammed him. She was currently bent over putting cuffs on the guy when the young man next to him made an indecent and lude comment about what he'd do to Joss if she was ever alone with him.
Long story short, he wasn't having this young buck talk about his girlfriend or her attributes. So now his fist hurt and the man was unconscious on the floor. Joss was staring at him with a look that said 'was that really necessary'. He just shrugged his shoulders and said the man fell.
He watched as a few squad cars pulled up and put the gang members in the back of the cars. He watched as Joss walked away with Fusco. He heard Shaw snicker beside him, when he turned to look at her she had a smirk on her face and she asked what he was looking at. He smirked and made his way to the car, just because he was white didn't mean he didn't appreciate a woman who had back.