Title: Witness, Part II Author: Agent Myers Rating: R, (Sexual situations, this one's a little racier, folks! But I don't think it's quite NC-17) Summary: I can honestly say that I have never loved anyone as I loved John Doggett. And given the chance, I would fall in love with him again. Hell with it, I already love him. I never stopped loving him. Keywords: DRR, V, A, Doggett/Reyes, Reyes POV Spoilers: Season 8 Archive: Gossamer, Okay. Anything else just let me know, I'll probably say yes! Disclaimer: You know. See every fanfic ever written. Mine's the same. Authors Notes: (See part one for all-inclusive notes) Now that I've written both parts, I think I like this one better. It's easier to write women because I am one, therefore I think this is better than part 1. But I have a great time writing both characters, because no one really knows them that well. So, I hope you enjoy this! Feedback: Of course!!!! Bring it on!!! Nadjjaa@hotmail.com *** "Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you..." - Sarah McLachlan *** I'm home. I feel as though things have finally come full circle for John and I. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I'm hopeful. Tonight, it's my turn to watch him sleep. I woke last night to find him staring at me in a most thoughtful way, as though he had been watching me for quite some time. When we endeavored to sleep this evening, entangled and slightly sticky from sweat, I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep. And so I lay there, listening to him. His short, quiet breaths turned to long, deep ones. And his face, that stone face...melted away, and he looked more like a slumbering child than a man in his late thirties. When he is asleep he looks so peaceful, as though the horrors that created the lines on his face never existed. I can't see his eyes, either. The icy blue pools can hypnotize me sometimes. That's why I catch myself staring at him. No one really knows John Doggett. You'd never guess that this man was human sometimes. When they found his son, out there in that field, John didn't cry. He didn't even tear up. Everyone on the task force thought he had lost it. Some probably thought that he broke down later, when he was alone. But I know better. I know John Doggett. He never cries. He held it all inside, just like he did when Linda died. He would let it eat away at his insides, like acid. Although I'm sure it wasn't easy to hide all the damage inside of him, he would never, ever let anyone know how much he hurt. Except me. The one and only time he cried, was with me. It wasn't an explosion of tears and emotion, but it was momentous for John. Even as I held him, and his body quietly shook with silent sobs, I was happy. That for him to share this with me, to bear his innermost soul, had to mean that I was special. That I meant something in his book. But he still needed his solitude. I gave it to him. I think he still feels guilty, but I don't want him to feel that way. He didn't break our relationship off because he didn't love me, or because he tired of me, but because he knew that his path was one of total anguish and self-destruction, and he wanted only to protect me from it. He didn't want to bring me down with him. And as much as it hurt me to leave, I appreciate that he cared enough to protect me like that. I knew his son. I knew his little crooked smile, the way that he looked so much like his father. He loved baseball, and he loved his father. After Linda passed on, his John was all he had. He wanted to be just like him. I heard the boy say, on more than one occasion, that he wanted to be a cop just like his dad. It hurts so much sometimes, to think that he will never get that chance. As I lay in bed, I feel those old, painful memories sneaking up on me again. I try to put it out of my mind. Before Luke's murder, John and I had a wonderful time together. The work kept us busy most of the time, but we spent time together nearly every day. We never moved in together. I knew that Luke liked me, but I was afraid he might believe I was trying to take his mother's place. I know that feeling...when my mother got remarried, I hated her new husband. He tried to do things with me, take me places and so on, so that I would accept him as my "new" dad. I didn't like him, and refused to accept him as anything, until I was about ten. Looking back, I realized that he never wanted to replace my dad, he just wanted to be a family. I was afraid that Luke would look at me in the same way that I looked at my step-dad. And I could say that I didn't move in simply for Luke's benefit, but really, it was me...I couldn't handle that kind of rejection. I think John always knew that. But looking back at our relationship, I can honestly say that I have never loved anyone as I loved John Doggett. And given the chance, I would fall in love with him again. Hell with it, I already love him. I never stopped loving him. So, as I sit here and remember our second night of shameless passion, I feel excited, and a little scared. Sure, it's been a great two days. But it's too early to tell if this is for real. Unbeknownst to John, in the deepest darkest dungeons of my mind I have been contemplating spending the rest of my life with him. Bearing his children. Kissing him goodnight and waking up to him each morning. But they are just fantasies. The last forty-eight hours could be explained as simple as the stress of our work, or the lack of companionship. Not love. I guess I will know soon enough. John Doggett does not beat around the bush. It he wants me, he will tell me. If he loves me, he will tell me. If he wants me to stay forever, he'll ask. And I'll be damned if I won't say yes. You'd think he's boring. He isn't. He loves beer and Nascar, and camping. You might think he's probably not a very good man to be in a relationship with, because of his work. But I've never met a man so devoted to making me happy. He's not really a flowers and champagne kind of guy...but a midnight ride on a motorcycle and a shared six pack is more in line with my tastes, anyway. John Doggett is a man that is good at everything. And if he isn't, he doesn't rest until he is. You can count sex among those things he's good at. I look over at him, still sleeping soundly in the same position...and my stomach flutters just thinking about it. I've never had a lover who was so devoted to giving me pleasure. The things he can do with his hands...God. But he's not an animal or anything...I don't go for that. But he's madly passionate. He takes his time. He pays attention to my reactions. He talks to me. Not dirty, but lovingly. He tells me how beautiful I am. He touches me in places that other men would completely ignore. Like behind my ears. I tingle all over suddenly. And I watch him now. He's lying on his back and slightly on his side, with one arm at his side, the other lying across his chest, which is half-exposed by the white sheet. My eyes move down the sheet, and I can see the outline of his body underneath. I ache to touch him. I wish I could do it without waking him, but that's not something you can do to an ex-marine, and expect him to sleep through it. And so, I am content with my own provocative thoughts, as I imagine what's under that sheet. I smile in spite of myself. You've got one dirty mind, Monica. But then again, a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste... I snuggle down into the sheets, moving close to John. I lay my head on his shoulder, and my hand on his chest. As if I cannot control it, my hand begins to move, smoothing across his tight chest, to his arms, down his stomach... Bingo. I look up at his face, and he's smiling. "Somebody's awake..." He says, in a slow, rusty voice. But I wasn't sure if he was talking about me, or... Before he has a chance to open his eyes, I plant my lips on his and kiss him softly. His smile gets bigger as I touch him. My kisses travel down his neck, to his ear, and back to his mouth again. His free hand slips under the sheet to pull me closer. And we dance. ~F~ *** Please let me know what you think....I'm thinking of writing a sequel, maybe another series of vignettes like this one, continuing their relationship. But I need opinions!