Person of Interest does not belong to me.

Enjoy.

~POI~

Finch had arrived at the library earlier than he usually did. Since Reese had been there before him these past few days, he wanted to throw off the ex-CIA agent. Reese had been able to forgive Finch for not telling him about Sarah's case, knowing that Finch had meant well, but it was better for Reese to know about the cases, even if it meant remembering painful memories. It had been a few weeks from that case, but they have been able to reestablish their trust, and back to their banter.

Seeing that Reese was nowhere to be found, Finch let out a sigh of relief. He limped towards his monitors, turning them on, and walked towards the kitchen. Setting the kettle to heat up, he walked back to the main room. Typing on his password he wondered whose life was in danger, and how long would it take for them to finish. He looked around the library for a book, when he heard the kettle whistle, he quickly typed for the file of their current number, before walking away to make his tea.

Walking back, he expected some hot shot dealer, gambler with money problems, or some wannabe mob boss who pissed off the wrong person. He expected something with that nature, but not this.

He never expected this because he failed to search deeper on a number long before he and Reese began working together. A number he was too late to save.

Their current number is Joshua Arnt, Peter and Jessica's 7 year old son.

Finch's blood ran cold. How could he have missed this? He had gotten everything on Jessica when he got her number. If she had a son, he would have known about it. He would have to find out later, right now her son was in danger and he needed their help.

Just one thing though, how the hell was he going to tell Reese?

'The same way I always tell him, I guess' he thought to himself. With a keystroke he called Reese. By now the taller man must up and about, probably getting coffee for himself and tea for him, or a box of doughnuts.

"Morning, Finch" Reese greeted, "miss me?"

"Mr. Reese I think you should come and see this" Finch said.

"The Machine gave you another number. Who is it this time?" the taller man asked.

"Yes, but I think it's best if you should come and see this for yourself" he suggested, already thinking of ways to show this to Reese.

He just hoped that Reese would be able to handle this.

~POI~

Well, this is a turn of events. I had originally put this to thought on tumblr, in hopes that someone would do a fic about it, but with no bites, I decided to take a shot of it. If you want to take a shot of this, that is fine by me. All I ask is that I would like to know about it too. As always, R&R.

P.S. And just like in Firewall, I have no idea where I'll be going with this, so please bear with me.