And the Wolves are back!

Before anyone gets confused I should explain that this story takes place shortly after Joss was turned and mates with John, round the same time as Wolves Mate For Life. Joss is still growing into her Wolf powers and they have not had Cali yet. (Sorry GB!)

I want to thank fangirlu for not only betaing this story but also giving me the idea for it in the first place. I should probably give her co-author credit for all the great ideas and feedback.

I still do not own Person of Interest, I just mess with the characters for fun, not profit.

Summer 2009

John Reese swiped his key card in the door of the hotel room. With the caution born of several years as a CIA assassin, he carefully swung the door open and stepped into the suite, his gun drawn. He edged into the room silently, his eyes constantly moving.

"Is that a Glock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

John whirled, pointing his gun at the figure standing the bedroom doorway. Pamela Barrett didn't twitch; she was a CIA assassin as well and was quite used to looking down the barrel of a gun. John relaxed when he saw her and put his gun back in the waistband of his pants.

"I didn't expect you beat me here," he said.

Pam sauntered toward him, wearing nothing but a smile and pair of strappy high heels that accentuated her long legs. Like John, she was tall and lean with sliver blue eyes that marked her as one of the Wolf people descended from the Old Bloodlines. Her hair was long and blonde and she moved with the natural grace of a born Wolf. John watched her advance towards him, his own silver blue eyes glittering with lust. By Wolf standards her body was perfection, and John's cock grew harder with each step she took towards him.

She reached him and stood just far enough away that her breasts didn't quite brush his chest. Slowly she reached up and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. "I got an early flight," she purred softly. "Jack and I finished up with the Romanian Minister of Commerce early." She slowly began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

John bit back a moan of pleasure as her fingers brushed his skin. "I saw that on the news. Looked like a clean kill. Nice work."

"Thanks. Bastard won't be passing any more US secrets along now." Pam finished with the last button and removed his shirt dropping it on the floor with his jacket. "How's Crazy Kara?"

"Still crazy," John murmured.

Pam snickered at that, and then leaned into him inhaling his masculine scent. John's cock jumped, but his iron discipline made him keep his hands to his sides. "She wasn't too happy when she learned I wasn't spending my leave with her," he said. "She asked if I was spending it with you."

"She's a sore loser." Pam laughed a deep throaty laugh. "I stole her boy toy." Her hands slid under his undershirt and slowly she pulled it up and over his head, revealing his toned chest and stomach. "Oh look I messed up your hair," she smiled playfully, then reached up her hand to run her fingers through his black-going-salt-and-pepper-at-the-temples hair in a futile attempt to smooth his cowlick.

John closed his eyes at her touch but showed no other sign of his burning lust for her. They had played this game many times and he didn't like losing.

Pam giggled as she slowly ran her fingers over his abs then dropped to her knees to remove his shoes and socks. Still kneeling, she undid his belt, popped the button on his pants and then lazily unzipped the zipper. One swift tug and John was exposed in all his glory.

She sat back on her haunches to stare at him. John was also a near perfect specimen of the Wolf people. He was tall, without an ounce of fat on him. He had the body of a swimmer, all lean muscles instead of bulk. She stared at his cock with a smirk on her face, He was long and thick and rock hard. In her last play of the game, she gently licked the underside of his cock in one lick from balls to tip. John didn't flinch.

Pam stood up. "You win, John," she whispered. Suddenly, she was slammed against the wall with John buried in her pussy. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as she slammed into her. She didn't mind losing like this.

Their lovemaking was short and very physical. A picture fell off the wall, the glass shattering as John drove into her over and over again. Pam came first, screaming out her pleasure, dragging John over the edge shortly after her. They leaned against the wall panting for several minutes until Pam carefully unlocked her legs from his waist and shakily stood on her own two feet.

"Amazing as usual John," she smirked at her lover.

John looked smug. "There's plenty more where that came from. We have all week."

Pam stretched like a cat, a very satisfied, sated cat. "We are good together, aren't we? Would you like a drink?" She indicated an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne sitting sideboard. John nodded;so she moved to pour the beverage.

"Do you ever think about shucking the CIA and going back to civilian life?" she asked as she handed him his flute. "You're a born Alpha; we're both from the Old Bloodlines. We could put together an amazing pack."

John shook his head. "No," he said curtly. He didn't like to think about how he should be an Alpha now and how his pack betrayed him.** He certainly didn't want to tell Pam about it; she was a great fuck, but he never had considered her mating material. Pam may not have Kara's unmitigated bloodlust, but she was self-centered and egotistical. She was in the CIA, not to protect her country, but to prove to everyone that she was the best. He knew she was not Alpha material, her ego was too big.

Effective Alphas had to be unselfish people that put the pack needs above their own. Packs were tight knit social units that acted as extended families, with the Alphas acting in the parental/leadership role. Back in the Old Days, when Wolves were hunted simply for being Wolves, this role had been crucial to the survival of the pack and the Wolf species in general. Even today in modern times when Wolves were not actively hunted, packs run by poor Alphas didn't remain intact long.

Pam pouted at John's swift negative answer. She of course did not consider herself unsuited to be an Alpha. As a child of the Old Bloodlines, she had been raised to think she was a superior Wolf to those who were not from those old families. She was Wolf nobility and she knew she was special.

"On come on John," she purred in a lighthearted voice. "Wouldn't you like a pack of your own? And cubs? Lots of little Johns running around?"

Pam watched him carefully, but John's face remained unreadable. "That's not for people like us, Pam."

The truth was he would have loved to have a pack, a mate and his own cubs, he had been born and raised to be an Alpha and his whole life had been preparation for him to take over his parent's pack. But his parents had been murdered, and his pack had turned its back on him, so he had thrown himself into the Army Rangers instead. When the CIA had come calling he had thrown himself into his covert operations work, knowing that he was throwing away any chance he had a pack and a family. But after his pack's betrayal, he had long since decided that he was never going to have either anyway. He certainly wasn't going to have it with Pam.

Seeing that the conversation was closed on that particular topic, Pam straddled his lap, rubbing her still wet folds against his dick. "How about another roll in the hay, then? Is that for people like us?"

John hissed as his cock sprung to life again. Pam may be a narcissistic bigot, but she was damned good at sex. He reached down and adjusted himself so he slid easily into her once again. "Yes, that's for people like us," he growled.

John and Pam continued their affair, meeting up whenever their schedules permitted. The sex was unbelievably hot, and the company was slightly better than Kara's. At least Pam didn't babble on constantly about being "The Dark." It was still not ideal, but John had long ago resigned himself to a less than ideal life.

Pam was genuinely sorry when she heard through the grapevine that John had been "retired." She didn't for one second buy the idea that he was a traitor-she knew he was far too honorable-but he was gone by the time the news reached her and there was nothing she could do. In the years that followed, her thoughts would often turn to John and she would be filled with regret that she had never had the chance to mate with the handsome Alpha and form a pack of their own.

Present Day

Bullets were flying everywhere and Pam was pinned down. She checked her remaining ammo and swore to herself. So this is how it ends, she thought to herself. Never thought it would happen to me. She laughed bitterly.

Over the sound of the gun fire she heard an unfamiliar voice yelling something she couldn't quite make out and then more gun shots. She risked a peek over the low wall where she was crouched and got the shock of her life when she recognized John Reese. He was laying down cover fire, working in tandem with a short, brunette woman she didn't know. John turned to her.

"Black Lincoln at the curb. GO!" he shouted.

Pam didn't need to be told twice. She leaped over the wall and bolted down the alley as fast as she had ever run. Spying a black Lincoln idling at the curb, she dove into the backseat. The big car leaped forward, leaving a lot of rubber behind as it shot down the street.

Pam sat up in the seat and saw that her driver was a Black woman of average height who seemed to know what she was doing as she expertly gunned the car around the corner. The back end of the car slipped a bit, but the woman maintained control easily.

Pam looked back. "We're being followed!" She said.

"We got this," the woman replied calmly. Then she hit the brakes.

Pam looked at her, there was no one else in the car. "We?" She asked.

Pam got her answer when an enormous dump track smashed into the side of the pursing vehicle, rolling it several times. A pudgy middle-aged man in a rumpled suit with red-brown hair leaped from the cab of the truck and scrambled into the passenger seat of the car. "Go!" he yelled and the Lincoln leaped forward again. The man laughed. "Dump truck gets them every time," he said smugly. "That never gets old."

"It does when you're in the car the truck hits. It only takes once," the woman said wryly. "Are we being followed?" the woman calmly asked over her shoulder to Pam.

Pam looked again. "No," she said, the relief in her voice was palpable.

The woman touched an earwig in her right ear that Pam had not noticed before. "Finch how are John and Sam doing?" she asked. The answer obviously satisfied her because she smiled and said, "OK, we'll meet them there."

Pam remained quiet in the back seat as she sized up her rescuers. Both of them were Wolves; she could feel them using her Wolf sense. Somehow she didn't think they were CIA, but they seemed to be professionals. Mercenaries maybe? Hired by John to save her? She smiled at that.

The woman expertly guided the car through city traffic, moving quickly, but doing nothing that would draw attention. Finally they pulled into an underground garage underneath a high rise apartment building and parked the car in a reserved spot in the back corner right by the elevator. The woman and the man both got out of the car with guns drawn, looking around. After a thorough search of the area the man opened the back door of the car. "Coast is clear," he said. "Move fast."

Pam got out of the car with her own gun drawn and made a beeline for the elevator, her eyes constantly moving. The woman and the man got in with her,and the woman punched a code into the keypad. The elevator started to move, and Pam watched as the numbers of the floors went by. The elevator stopped at what she judged to be the top floor.

The doors opened into a richly appointed foyer. She could see a beautifully decorated living room beyond. The woman and the man both stepped out of the elevator. "Stay here until we clear the place," the woman ordered. Pam bristled a bit at the order, but did as she was told. She'd had enough gunfighting for one day.

She leaned against the wall in the foyer as she heard her saviors methodically work their way through the penthouse, clearing each room as they went.

After several minutes the man returned to Pam. "Come on," he said gruffly. She followed him into the living room and collapsed on the large sectional.

"I guess some introductions are in order," the woman said. "I'm Joss Carter, and this is Lionel Fusco."

Pam gave them a small smile. "Pam Barrett, but I'm guessing you already know that." She eyed the odd couple. "You're not CIA are you?"

"NYPD actually," Fusco said pulling out a badge to show her. Carter also showed hers.

Pam raised an eyebrow. "Since when did the NYPD get in gun battles with the CIA?"

Carter shrugged. "This operation is off the books, so to speak, but we do take exception to them killing people on our turf."

There was something off about mere policemen knowing the secrets of the CIA, and it did not sit well with Pam. She narrowed her eyes at Carter. "So, if you are only police detectives, just how did you know I was going to get 'retired'?" she asked with a trace of hostility.

"We have a reliable source," Carter replied with equanimity despite Pam's contentious tone.

Before Pam could say anything further, the elevator dinged again, and John, followed by the short brunette woman, entered the room. Pam was up off the couch and threw her arms around him.

"I should have known they couldn't kill you," she purred and then planted a big wet one on his lips. Pam heard Carter growl behind her and John swiftly disengaged.

"I see you've met my mate," John said while firmly holding Pam at arm's length.

"Your mate?" Pam turned and gave Joss a calculating look. Joss, fully aware she was now being sized up as a rival, merely smiled back.

Pam gave Joss an evil smile. "Did John tell you how close he and I were? We had a week in Vienna where we hardly left the hotel room," she smirked.

Joss arched an eyebrow at the now ex-operative. "No, as a matter fact he never mentioned your name at all," Joss said sweetly.

Pam narrowed her eyes. "Tell me Joss, were you Wolf born?"

"No, John turned me himself," Joss said with a hint of pride.

"Oh, I see," Pam scoffed in a dismissive tone. She turned to John with a sneer, "You mated with a mongrel?"

Joss, used to many years on the streets of New York, was unaffected by Pam's use of the slur for Wolves who had been turned rather than born. The rest of the team stared at Pam in shock, stunned by her casual use of the epithet.

"Give me a minute alone with Pam." John's quiet request cut through the thick tension in the room like one of Shaw's best knives through flesh.

"Of course," Joss said and led Shaw and Fusco from the room.

John glared at Pam. "Joss is my mate, and I will not tolerate any disrespect towards her," John stated flatly with a cold hard look that promised very bad things for anyone who disobeyed.

"She's a mutt! She's beneath you!" Pam hissed.

"No." John's voice sliced through the air like a knife. "I'm beneath her, but she took me anyway."

Pam's snort of contempt was her only answer.

Before the argument could go any further, the elevator chimed another cheerful ding and Finch stepped out. "Ah, you must be Pam Barrett," he smiled at the She Wolf.

Pam took one look at the expensive suit the funny little man in front of her was wearing and turned on the charm, all trace of her argument with John gone.

"Hello," she chirped. "Do I have you to thank for my rescue?"

"Indirectly only. Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw and the Detectives Carter and Fusco are the ones who deserve your gratitude," Finch responded as he threw a puzzled glance at John's stony face. Finch had been working with Reese long enough to know when he was furious.

"If you will follow me, I have a few things for you. A new identity and some money to help you get started." Finch lead the way into the living room where Carter, Fusco and Shaw were waiting.

Before Finch could get settled John held out his hand to Joss. "Let's go. Shaw, Fusco, you stay with Finch until he's done here." Joss took his hand and they left, leaving a puzzled Finch and an irate Pam to stare after them.

"So I take it you and Pam have a history?" Joss asked in an amused tone of voice as they rode the elevator down.

John growled deep in his throat. "I'm not proud of it. I had limited options."

"You don't owe me an explanation, John," Joss said as she wrapped her arms around his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder.

John raised his other arm and gently stroked her cheek. "I mated with the right woman."

Joss stood on her toes and kissed him. "As long as you don't forget it, we'll be just fine."

The next morning the team gathered at their usual diner for breakfast. There were five people and six breakfasts. Shaw couldn't decide between the Denver omelet and the tall stack of pancakes, so in typical Shaw fashion, she ordered both.

"You eat like my son," Joss teased her as she sipped her coffee

Shaw snorted, "Taylor's a good kid; I'm OK with that. Are you going to finish your toast?"

Joss pushed the last slice of her toast over to Shaw without another word and turned her attention to Finch.

"The reason I asked you all here is to discuss the possibility of adding Ms. Barrett to the team," Finch began but John interrupted.

"No," he snapped in a definitive tone that definitely did not invite any argument.

Finch looked startled. "You don't think we could use her skill set?"

John shook his head. "I don't trust her. Pam will turn on us if she thinks it suits her purposes. I don't want her knowing about the Machine. The less she knows about us, the better."

Fusco paused with a bite of his biscuits and gravy halfway to his mouth. "I don't like her since she was nasty to Joss, but we saved her life. You really think she'd turn us in?"

"Yes," John said flatly. "Pam's only true loyalty is to Pam."

"Very well, John," Finch said. "If you don't think she's trustworthy, that's good enough for me."

Joss had to admit she was relived; while she was not a jealous person, she did not like the way Pam looked at her mate. She trusted John, but Pam did not strike her as the type of Wolf who would honor the mating bond. If she ever saw Pam Barrett again, it would be too soon

**The story of John's pack's betrayal is told in my previous story Welcome Home Wolf. To make a long story short, John's parent were murdered and he was accused of the crime