AN: Hi everyone, so this is the sequel to Entangled. If you haven't read Entangled this may not make much sense, so while I recommend reading it you could get by if you really want too. John and Joss are together, they are living together and Joss has a stalker :) This story is rated overall T but there are two chapters I have to warn you guys about, they get a little higher in rating. This chapter is one of the two. It's a higher T rating for the beginning little scene, I don't believe it's too graphic to deserve a M rating since I don't actually write the smut it's implied. So I wanted to make sure I warned you guys. Tiny sexiness at the beginning, so tiny you'll be done with it after a paragraph or two lol.

Thank you to Elaine for proofing this and letting me resend you like the whole second half of this story because I had to rewrite because of having a different idea for an ending to it lol, and for the helpful tips. I love the way this story came out and you were a big part of that.

Must remember the DISCLAIMER this time; the show/characters aren't mine (*sniff* if only they were) they belong to their rightful owners I just like to take them out to play };P

And before you read on I have to wish a very Happy Birthday to Jmbblack hope it's wonderful for you!

John was brought back to consciousness when he heard a rustling noise, his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as he saw Joss's cute little butt high in the air as she reached down on the floor for something. He reached out swatting her gently. "Good, you're up." She said as she straightened in success as she held up her earring with a smile. "Finally found it, I remembered wearing them when we went out to dinner with Taylor and Hayley a week ago." She started putting her gold small hooped earrings into her ears, sliding him a stern look. "We're running late this morning so get a move on."

John grumbled before rolling over, putting his pillow over his head, he was not ready to get going. They had made love much of the night, mostly due to the fact that they had not been able to sleep in the same bed for nearly a week thanks to cases, so they had gone out to dinner and talked, then fell into bed after midnight. Vigilance and Decima were two annoying groups that were keeping them busy as of late. He felt the comforter torn off his nearly naked body. "Oh no you don't, John, I'm not going to get my ass reamed out by Finch for your tardiness." She pinched his butt trying to get him going.

"Go away," he mumbled. "You kept me awake all night, then you want me to get going at 6 A.M.; even former assassins need their sleep." He grumbled. Their night last night had been...adventurous. He wondered if her ass was still sore from where they first made love last night, he smiled to himself.

He felt the bed dip before it went back up, signaling she had gotten up. "How about we say it was a draw over who kept up who?" she called out from someplace…he'd say their bathroom.

He flopped the pillow off his head with a smirk, leaning his chin on his hand. "You just want to say it's a draw because you don't want to admit you kept me up all night," he called out as she peeked out of their bathroom with her toothbrush stuck in her mouth. She shot him her patented glare while brushing before disappearing back into the bathroom. He heard a gurgling sound, before she reappeared. She zoomed past him towards their kitchen, making him roll onto his back to keep watch of her. She was still wearing her lavender chemise, he watched as she bent a little looking through their fridge, and he moaned as he twitched in response.

"I've got to get a shower in, get changed, and it's my turn to pick up coffees for Fusco and I, and I have to do that all in twenty minutes." He leaned on his elbows, peeking around his kitchen island to see her cute little butt better.

"Joss, come here for a second." He called out.

"What?"

"Just come here for a minute." He grinned as she straightened his gaze skimming over her breasts, then her flat tummy, and then between her legs where he envisioned she was nice and ready for him. He licked his lips as she placed the orange juice container and her apple on the countertop before moving over to him.

"What, what's wrong?" she asked again, irritable as she moved towards him. He snatched her hand in his, yanking her to him, and pulled her under him.

"God, you're so easy," he teased recalling a time when she said a similar thing to him, when she attacked him on his very floor.

"No, no, we are late already!" she wiggled while her hands pushing on his shoulders, he eyed her with a smile, as he tugged the front of her chemise down, exposing her breasts for him. He gently took a nipple into his mouth. "N-oh, stop, please." she moaned softly as he sucked gently, rhythmically while his hand slipped between her legs, touching her. Mmmmm, wet. "Work, we have to work," she forced out, but her body seemed to enjoy not working more, making him smile against her breast.

"Work…later," he agreed before he dragged his tongue across her nipple while slipping a finger into her.

"John," she moaned. He nipped her nipple, silencing her, and he tugged on her breast before releasing it. He removed his hand from her wet heat with a sigh, deciding to make her happy. He scooped her into his arms, carrying her to their bathroom.

"Alright, alright you want to save time, let's share a shower." Her legs snapped around his waist, as he leaned her against the vanity in the bathroom. He turned the knobs kick-starting the shower, while helping rid her of her chemise.

"Oh god, we're gonna be so late," she moaned as he dropped his underwear.

"You're early, Mr. Reese." Finch grinned as John strode into the library carrying his coffee, Shaw's, and Finch's tea. He felt smug, Joss had been adamant they were going to be late…well maybe she was, but he was early. "I see your living arrangements with Jocelyn have improved your tardiness."

"Hey, I was never late before we moved in together."

"Yes, but you were also never early either," Finch spoke, leaving John with nothing to say. Shaw snickered as she took her coffee, while Finch took his tea. John flung the foam tray holder away, bending to pet Bear behind the ears. The dog nearly purred. "We have new numbers, Mr. Reese." Finch gestured towards the board, so he turned and looked.

"Plural," he said, nodding to the photos taped to the board.

"Yes, a married couple of numbers to be accurate; Declan and Clara Reed were given to us this morning."

"Where do they live?" John asked Finch, but it was Shaw who spoke up.

"Sterling Acres, Declan and Clara Reed are multi-millionaires. Declan Reed is a real douchebag." Shaw smacked a hand over the cad looking man's picture. John was glad that his first impression by the photograph was not that far off. Declan Reed had the look of being a bit of an ass, while Clara Reed had a look of a shark.

"Ms. Shaw, a little less colorful commentary when explaining to John of our latest numbers please." Finch hastened to reprimand the other operative. John looked at Finch. "But yes, Mr. Reed is not a pleasant man," he added and that earned a snort from Shaw.

"Not a pleasant man, he's a jackass! Even I, who doesn't have that many emotions, can see what he does is wrong, and I used to kill for a living! But at least I killed terrorists." Shaw pointed to the man's photo. "Declan Reed was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, never worked a day in his life…well not worked at a conventional job I should say. During the recession he had been buying into small businesses as a silent partner to help give them backing, then turned around and sold them to the highest bidding corporation where the small business was dissolved and the owners/workers lost everything. How many small businesses in the state of New York did he help dissolve again, Finch?"

John turned to look at Finch irritably, he didn't care much about saving this lowlife, and he sort of hoped he was the perp so he could shoot this guy in the leg or maybe even higher. "Over seventy in the span from 2008-2010, as you well know Ms. Shaw."

"And how many lost their jobs again?"

"Thousands, Ms. Shaw. And before you ask, yes some of the victims, even entire families ended up homeless. A few even committed suicide, either out of shame or the hope that their life insurance policies would help their families regain financial security."

"And again why are we going to try to save him?" She demanded.

"Because whether or not he is a good person does not mean we are exempt from saving him. He is still a man, still another person that needs to be saved or stopped."

"Yeah well I hope he's the perp Finch, and Reese, I call dibs on shooting this guy!" Shaw said quickly before John could and shot him a look. Well he would let Shaw work some of her anger off, she seemed to need to. "But Reese, you haven't even heard the best yet about this waste of skin!"

"There's more about this scumbag that I need to know about?"

"Yes, because buying small businesses and selling them out from under the owners for a profit wasn't enough during that recession. He'd also been buying prime vacant land, bought out homeowners, and even had homeowners who did not wish to sell their home or land-had their properties condemned so he could build strip malls and then sell them for millions as the economy recovered."

"Are you sure the machine gave us his number to save?" John demanded because everything he had learned about this guy made it very difficult to even want to attempt to save him if he was the victim. He ruined so many decent and hardworking people's lives just to make a buck for himself. Talk about selfish and unethical.

"Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw, I know this man on paper sounds like a crook and is truly vile, but he is still a man and his number as well as his wife's has come up. We need to find out if they are the perpetrators or victims, and we need to stop whatever the machine sees. And if they are the victims we must save them."

"Whatever," Shaw threw her hands up, clearly hostile over this number. John never seen Shaw quite like this before and he had to agree with her, he didn't care much about trying to save this man. But if Finch felt they needed to be saved, he would do it.

"How about the wife, Harold, who is she?" he asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

"She's an adoption and foreclosure attorney, owns her own firm of Reed and Associates. Mr. and Mrs. Reed made quite a bit during the recession, she was the prominent foreclosure attorney for the regional banks. She helped banks foreclose on hundreds of homes during the recession and made tons of money doing so. She is also running for House Representative in this coming election."

"So not only is the husband a jackass, the woman is just as conniving."

"Ms. Shaw…." Finch warned.

"Right, Mr. and Mrs. Asshole need to be saved. Gotcha, Finch. Okay, so these two have screwed over hundreds to thousands of people during the time the economy sank, so that means they have thousands of possible suspects for their murder."

But, if all of this happened during the recession why did the machine just give us their numbers? No, there had to be something more recent that was happening that they had their hands in, just what? "We need to get close to them," John sighed, realizing he was going to have to actually speak to these individuals.

"I already set up a meeting for you and Ms. Shaw as a wealthy married couple to go speak with Mrs. Reed at her law-firm." Both he and Shaw made a face. "Yes, as a happily married couple who are seeking to adopt your first child. You should hurry your appointment is in a half hour." Finch said with a soft twitch of his lips, as his two operatives gave him disgruntled looks, before turning to walk towards the exit.

"Let's just be clear here, Reese, the reason we can't conceive is it's your fault," Shaw stated as they sat in the reception area of the uppity law-firm of Reed and Associates, forty minutes later.

"My fault? Why does it have to be my fault, why can't it be your fault?"

"Because I don't want these people to think my uterus can't handle your baby, because it can! My uterus kicks ass!" he rolled his eyes at her. "So it's bad swimmers on your end," Shaw said before purposely looking at his crotch. "Better warn Carter."

"Why, since for one, I don't have 'bad swimmers,' you're just making that up, dear, and secondly, Carter and I aren't going to be having children." He always wanted a family but it wasn't possible. Just because Joss and he were content being together, she loved him, and he loved her (which he really needed to find a way to tell her), didn't mean they were ready and willing to conceive a child. It just wasn't in the cards for him. The receptionist appeared again.

"Sorry for the delay, Mr. and Mrs. Rooney, but Mrs. Reed will see you now." They followed the receptionist to a large office and opened the door. Clara Reed looked nearly the same as the photo Finch taped to the board, only difference was her hair was a bit shorter than in the photo. She was pretty, but she looked even more like a shark in person. Her eyes shrewd, her long almost pointy nose, and narrow chin gave off the vibe that she was just like her husband.

"Sorry, for delaying you Mr. and Mrs. Rooney, I'm Clara Reed," Mrs. Reed apologized, standing to shake their hands. Shaw jerked her hand up and down, which made the woman look strangely at Shaw, but said nothing. John smiled as he gently took her hand. She motioned for them to take their seats, which they did.

"It's quite alright, we are just grateful that the number one adoption lawyer in New York, is going to help us find a child." Shaw said as she faked a grin then looked at him, before patting his cheek. "My husband and I have been trying for several years, just going at one another, ripping at our clothes, screwing whenever I'm all ovulating and then some," Shaw said winking. "My husband can't get enough sex with me. It's been like that since we met; sex, sex, and more sex, not that I'm complaining or anything, Mrs. Reed. He gets the job done sometimes twice during one go around, if you know what I'm saying!" John squirmed as both women laughed. "But we were told John's swimmers were slow, we nearly gave up on having a child until a friend suggested that we consider adoption." He tilted his head as he tried to keep from glaring at Shaw. She just made him sound like a sex addict who had an erection 24/7 and couldn't get enough of her.

"Mr. Rooney, there is no shame in having slow or a depleted sperm count. My husband, Declan, found out he is sterile at the age of sixteen. When we got married I figured we would just be content without children, but now we have been contemplating adoption ourselves." John schooled his reaction as she spoke sweetly. He was surprised because from what he learned about these two, they sounded to into themselves to ever have children whether it was natural or adoption.

"You are thinking about adopting a child too?"

"Yes, but after I win House the Representatives seat," Clara said as if there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to win. She and her husband were probably going to buy people off or something to make it so that it did happen. "So, you are looking to adopt any child. Now I must ask, do you wish for an American child or would you agree to adopt a child from out of country."

"We aren't particular Mrs. Reed; we just want a child to love," John said and Clara smiled. She turned to look through a bunch of paperwork beside her and with her distracted, he felt a harsh elbow into the side from Shaw. He leaned over. "Elbow me again I'll break your arm, honey," He whispered seductively in her ear.

"Say something so sickeningly sweet again, honey, and I think I might vomit on you," Shaw whispered back, then straightened quickly, sitting right once more in their chairs when Clara Reed turned to look back at them. She put a big packet of papers in front of them. Then for the next hour they were subjected to adoption talk, signing forms and more forms, and then finally they were freed from their hell. They exited the law-firm drained. "I nearly killed myself with her letter opener from boredom. Listening to her talk is a new form of torture."

He concurred as he nodded his head but he clicked a button on his earwig. "Finch, we just signed our lives away for a child to adopt. Mrs. Reed seems to think we would be perfect for an independent adoption, she claims to have several connections and will be able to find us a child in no time."

"I figured as such, Mrs. Reed specializes in independent adoptions, however I need more information on her adoptions. I'm currently working on a way to get that information." Finch sounded like he was out of breath, meaning he was already doing what he was just informing them about and John shook his head.

"Finch you don't need to go into the field, Shaw and I can handle it," John said, not liking that Harold was going out doing something potentially dangerous.

"Yes, except for the fact that Mrs. Reed believes you are seeking adoption through her. Don't worry, Mr. Reese, I assure you I'll be quite alright. Did your meeting with Mrs. Clara Reed clue you into anything?" Finch sounded amused at his worry.

"Not really Finch, other than I hate her more than I did before meeting her," Shaw said. John agreed, it had been a colossal waste of time, other then the fact that they did get to force-pair with her phone and they did get to meet Declan Reed when he entered her office during their consultation. Shaw had hurried to force-pair with his phone. "And they think John's a three pack a day smoker who has an erection for me every ten seconds," Shaw added with a small laugh. John had gagged twice trying to hide the force-pair from the Reeds. "Honey, I think you need to quit smoking for our child." Shaw leered at him as she had fun at his expense.

"Right after I seek help for my sex addiction, honey. As much sex as you claimed we had they probably think I need to seek therapy before we get to adopt a child," he snapped as he turned on the microphone of Mrs. Reed's phone to listen to her conversation with her husband.

"I did a little more research on Declan Reed before I left the library, Mr. Reese and Ms. Shaw. He has an older son named Brandon Reed from a previous marriage that we might need to locate and speak with."

"Wait…Declan Reed has a son, Brandon Reed…as in biological not adopted?" John asked as they both paused, walking to Shaw's car.

"There are no adoption papers, just a birth certificate, and the photograph of Brandon Reed suggests he is the biological son of Declan because they are very similar in looks." Finch said as John and Shaw shared looks. "Why?"

"Well, Mrs. Reed said that her husband was sterile. How old is Brandon?" It was possible that Declan became sterile due to a medical condition rather than born sterile, maybe he had Brandon at a youthful age.

"Brandon is twenty five." Finch said after a moment. Well, there went that theory. If Brandon was twenty five, that means Declan was roughly the age of twenty-two when he had him, which was past the age Mrs. Reed said he was diagnosed as sterile.

"Something funny is going on." Shaw said as she climbed into the driver seat and John got in the passenger's. "Hey, Finch how long have the Reeds been married?"

"Declan and Clara Reed got married at 26, his first wife died at the age of 24 in a house fire, he was a widower."

Shaw gave him a quizzical glance. He agreed something was definitely not right with what they were told, something was fishy, and they were going to find out what.

"So darling, who was those two?" John and Shaw leaned in towards one another to listen to the couple's conversation as it finally got interesting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rooney, they are loaded."

"How do you know?"

"Mr. Rooney is an assets manager, while Mrs. Rooney is director of the same company; they pull in annually roughly a million and a half before bonuses and there were a LOT of bonuses last year from what I've been able to pull up so far."

"Ooh, baby, we can charge them more."

"Yes, and Mrs. Rooney said they have been trying for years, which means they're desperate, and they'll pay extra to have their bouncing child in their arms, quickly."

"Mrs. Rooney is sexy." Declan Reed spoke, making Shaw cringe and John laugh softly.

"Ugh, Mr. Asshole finds me attractive, great I need to go get a shower in," Shaw whined.

"You just attract them, Shaw."

"Shut up Reese."

"Yes, she was." The woman purred and John's brows rose, as he looked at Shaw.

"Not only do you have Mr. Asshole you have the misses too, you're like a magnet Shaw."

"Kill me now."

"Did you see Mr. Rooney though? He's just as sexy as she was." Mrs. Reed moaned. John pouted he had been having fun at Shaw's expense, but now this gross and truly despicable couple had to go and ruin it! Shaw laughed.

"Now whose laughing, they're probably figuring out how to get us in bed!"

"Mmmmm, maybe once we make money off of them, we can seek pleasure from them too, Declan. But, we have the perfect boy to give them, they don't care about the age and we need to get rid of him before he gets too much older." John looked at Shaw, whose eyes narrowed as she eyed his phone. "We'll tell them the adoption will cost fifty thousand which would include my attorney fee, plus the actual adoption of the child, and we then made a 40,000$ profit on the boy." John curled his hands into his fists.

"You're forgetting Trevor. We have to pay him ten-thousand to get us legal adoption papers for the boy so the Rooney's don't get suspicious of how we obtained the brat in the first place."

"No, I cut Trevor out, we don't need him anymore."

"No?"

"No, I found a new person, one that has to work for us for free." Mrs. Reed said.

"Why?"

"Because if she doesn't, we have the power to make her parents lose their business. Remember that strip mall I made you buy a couple months ago, honey?"

"Yeah,"

"Well her parents own a little restaurant in it. I gave McKenzie a choice, eitherhelp us discreetly obtain legal adoption papersor her parents lose their business and livelihood. She chose to help her parents."

"You are so wonderful, Clara."

"You too, babe." John clicked the microphone off as he heard the sound of clothing rustling, things crashing to the floor, and moaning alerting him to the fact that they were about to have sex.

"They're buying and selling children, Shaw." He whispered trying to rein in the need to smash his fists into not only Declan Reed but Clara as well. He didn't typically hit women unless they were assassins or criminals, and this woman was very much a criminal.

"Okay Finch, can I now just shoot them?" Shaw demanded.

"We'll send them to prison," Finch said quietly, having heard the entire exchange between the Reeds himself. "We need to find out where these children are being held. If they are running a ring of buying and selling children, they have to have them placed somewhere close by for easy access. Once we find the children then we'll hand deliver them to the police."

"Please tell me you recorded their conversation, Finch."

"I did Ms. Shaw. I suggest you two split up, one of you go search their home, while the other remains with the Reeds. I'll send the information I have to the detectives once I get back to the library. I don't need to hack into their computers at Mrs. Reed's law-firm any longer since we now know how she obtains the children for her private adoptions. I'll ask the detectives to look into the Reeds' backgrounds for us, and I'll try to find out if they own or are renting anything that could possibly hide children they are keeping to sell." Finch sounded upset before he disconnected. John looked at Shaw.

"Flip ya for who stays with the Reeds', Reese." Shaw said as she pulled out a quarter.

"Heads," he called as she flipped and it showed heads! "Ha, I'm taking the house, you can stay with these two," really glad he didn't need to remain in close proximity with them; afraid of what he would do to them if he did. John went for her door handle. She grabbed his arm, he turned to look into her brown eyes.

"Hurry, because I don't know how long I'll be able to restrain myself from shooting these two." He nodded his head before throwing the door open and exiting her car as she did, as he hurried to round her car and switch spots with her. He started the car and hurried away, leaving Shaw in the parking lot, really wanting to shoot the two and not in the knee caps either!

Okay so I apologize for the HORRID title but to be perfectly honest I've been trying to think of a good title and got nothing, seriously nothing came to mind for this one. I tend to get a title at the last possible moment it's my hardest thing to do is title these darn stories for some reason. So again I'm sorry for the blah title. The story is completely finished and I have 11 chapters from Elaine, and this is story number 2 of 3. Yes it's a trilogy because honestly I couldn't finish everything as I grew near the end of this story and didn't want to force it.

I got a few more works coming, and Careese Themes will get a new update but i took a step back on that to finish up some other stories that were pushed in the background because I had been focusing on Themes. So Themes will be coming back sometime soon, not sure when but there will be an update. With that being said I'm going to post new chapters to this story on Fridays.

Anyways thanks for reading I hope you are ready for the ride!