Monica Julietta Reyes (sequel to John Jay Doggett) Author : Tirduj dollarstodonuts@hotmail.com Rating : NC 17 Disclaimer : not mine. Note: no beta used for this one and I'm writing most of it in the subway, so bear with me, please :) Category : DRR Sumary : sequel to John Jay Doggett, taht's all I'm gonna say ! :p "Because the only person I want is a woman. I just can't tell her for a lot of reasons we both know too well." Doggett said smiling lightly. Reyes smiled back and gave his partner a hug. "I'm glad to hear it." She said. "I'm sorry you had doubts. Changing the subject, next time I'll choose the movie." "Maybe." Minutes later, John said goodbye to Monica and left. Once the door closed, she leant against it and sighed. "I love you John." Doggett had rested his forehead against the hard hood of the door.He knew she was just behind it, he had heard her voice saying the words that neither of them have been able to speak out loud in front of each other. He was about to knock at the door, not exactly knowing what he was going to say, but wanting to see her, needing her to understand. But instead of knocking, his open hand laid only gently neer the peephole. He sighed, trying to gather his stength, he stratled at a noise behind him. "Are you okay ?" Monica's front door neighbor was syanding at his door, trying to find his keys. "Yeah I just. Hu, forgot something, but I think it could wait until Monday." The neighbor smiled at John "Ok, good night agent Doggett." "Good night." The neighbors closed his door and John left after a last look at Monica's door. ********* It was Sunday morning and Monica was doing yoga, sitting in the middle of her living room. She really needed toi relax after the last few weeks. There was a knock at her door and she hurried to it, hoping to see John at her door. "oh.. hay ? what's up ?" "You don't look happy to se ma, you're expecting someone, what happened to your ankle ?" the neighbors John has croosed the path last evening asked. "No and it's nothing, I have just a little limp now. Come in, Brian." "Thanks, I got a big problem with.. that !" he said showing her a box." It's close, can't open it." "What's in it ?" "I don't know, an ex-girlfriend left it. I hoped you could fired it open or something ?" " 'Fire it open' ?" "You're the bada$$ of the building Monica." She glared at him. "I will see what I can do." she said as tehy entred the kitchen. She rummage to find some tools to open it and finally find one. As she was working on the box, Brian just stood, watching her with admiration.* "May I remind you I don't know what's in it ? be careful." "It's okay" "Yesterday, I saw your partner, he was at your door." She raised her head. "Yeah,we watched a movie last evening." "No, I mean it was late, amost midnight. He has his head against your door and he didn't knock but laid it flatly. I asked him if he was okay but he just gave me some crap. Is he okay ?" Monica had opened the box and was now staring at Brian. "I don't know, midnight you said ?" she said handing him the box "Yeah, oh pictures, thank you so much !" he hugged her tighly, kissed her firecely on the cheek and then looked at the pictures. Monica smiled slightly. "Anytime" Brian walked to the door. He saw Monica was thinking about what he had said. "You know Monica, He said taht he forgot something. Did he left something ?" Monica looked around. "No, I didn't see anything." Brian c*cked his head, thinking about that. "maybe he forgot to tell you something, you should call him or even go to see him. He really looked...sad, a little lost." "Maybe." "Ok, I go, thanks for the box, you're the best !" ******* Monica looked around her all her apartment for something belonging to John. Finally she found a book he had gave her to read. The book in hand, she began to speak to herself. "You know that's not what he wanted.. or maybe it was... no can't be... but then what did he want ? I mean he's not like what he had said wasn't clear.... Maybe he wasn't feeling well.. maybe he *is* not feeling well ?.. Should I check on him ? I'm not his mom... but I'm his friend.. moreover I've nothing to do and seing him even on a Sunday doen't bother me..... ok I like seeing him... I love seeing him. And the book is a good excuse, isn't it ?.. Hell he's my friend and my partner I don't need any excuse to see him ! Ok, now I go !" She grabbed her jacket and her keys and left her apartement. Downstairs, she paused. "No, I shouln't..." she stared at the book. "Hey !" she looked around to see Brian."He forgot the book ?" "No, Yes.. maybe." Bria chuckled. "I think the two of you should really talk, FBI rules or not, there's something between you, wanna a bit of advice, girl ?" "shoot !" "Get it on ! Keep it secret or not but please get it on ! Or next time I crossed your path I will need a knife to cut that sexual tension. I only see you two what ? hardly a dozen of time but I felt it. So now, Monica, move your adorable little a$$ and tell him, kiss him, rape him, whatever, but act !" Brain was frantic. "hey, hey, slow down.. I go.. and if he.." "Go away ! he won't turn you down, I won't go with you and I don't know what you could say. I'm late." And he ran outside. Monica looked down at the book in her hand, she hadn't even finished it yet. She went bak to her apartment. ******* Monica parked in front of John's door. She stepped out and saw that his truck was in the alley and wet. He must have washed it she thought, images of a shirtless sweaty Doggett running through her mind. 'STOP THAT !" she yelled inwardly. And Doggett appeared, he had been bending behind the truck. To Monica's relief, he wasn't shirtless and sweaty but the jeans and the white t-shirt he was wearing weren't disguting either ! The least she could say was that he was gorgeous. She tried to focus on what she wanted to say even if she didn't know what exactly. "Hey, you're washing your truck ?" "Yeah, morning Monica, what's up ?" "I saw Brian, you remember my neighbor, well he told me that yesterday you have forgot something and I thought it might be this book." As soon as she pronounced the words she realized that she had left the book at her place . Doggett looked at her, amused. "And the book is ?" "At my apartment." She said matter of factly. "Great, anyway, I don't need it. Wanna come in ?" "Yeah" Monica sat as Doggett went to the kitchen for coffee but she couldn't stay still so finally got up and walked hurriedly to the kitchen. She knocked into him as he moved to the cupboard. "Sorry" "Sorry" They muttered but did not move to step back. Still close to him, Monica started to laugh softly. "What ?" Doggett was confused. "I... Brian, he told me something this morning and.." "What ?" "Sorry ?" "What did he say ?" "He said that I should come here." Doggett raised an eyebrow, he turned around to settle the two cups on the table behind him then stood exactly where he was before. "And he said we should get it on because next time he see us he will need a knife to cut the" she paused "sexual tension" "I guess I know why". He said stepping a bit closer. Tentatively he leant in and Reyes met him halfway. Their first kiss was slow and gentle but quickly the passion overtook them and John wrapped his arms around her as she lifted his T-shirt, the pictures of him shirtless and sweaty rushing back to her mind. He made her walked backward to the fridge. "Cold" she said panting as he kissed hungrily her neck. "You won't be cold long" he answered, sliping his hand between her thighs. She moaned loudly, one hand pulling his hair out, the other tearing his T-shirt apart. Monica could felt Doggett's hard on through his jeans and grabbed it. He gasped and as quickly as possible began to remove her clothes while his jeans slid down with Monica's help. After their underwears had followed the same way, he picked her up and she wraped her legs around him. They kissed fiercely and they moved back and forth, up and down. They were more and more vocals, John's hands were restless on Monica's body, sending sparkles with each little stoke on her breasts or hip. Monica could only hanged on him but her fingersnails scratched John's back when she came, immediatly followed by Doggett who growled in her neck. Finally Monica's legs fell down but Doggett held her a while longer, they recovered slowly and they pulled apart after a final kiss. Doggett stood in front of her, shirtless and sweaty, just like she had only hoped to see him. She hugged him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, kissing the soft skin. He hugged her back, caressing her back. The end.