Ok, so this is an Revamp from an old story of mine, same plot and everything, only a few things changed around, I really like this plot and I hope you do as well. please if you like it then review- Evil
When Reese entered the library, normal coffee, tea, and doughnuts in his hands, He didn't expect to hear auguring amongst Shaw and Finch. The fact that Shaw was even yelling at Finch was a shock, normally the girl would just shrug off whatever the elder had to say, but by the sound of it, Finch must of said something that really ticked her off.
"No! I won't go with this! I'm sure Reese won't either!" Shaw yelled, Reese made it to the computer room. He only raised an eyebrow at the two, he hasn't gone noticed yet.
"Ms. Shaw, I understand your concerns, but this is something I feel is better in my field. Plus-" Finch responded to her but was cut off by the woman.
"Reese! back me up on this!" Shaw spoke first, her arms crossed, the look on her face screamed that she was going to kill someone.
Reese put the tea and doughnuts down on a table. Turns out he was spotted.
"Well, what are you two fighting about?" Reese asked taking out a doughnut and biting into it.
"We got a new number." Finch said, his eyes narrowed at Shaw.
"I've guessed as much." Reese mumbled sipping his coffee.
"Then guess where this guy is located." Shaw challenged him, her arms crossed and lips pursed in a thin line.
"Asia?" Reese said without skipping a beat, Shaw let out a low growl.
"No, an insane asylum! and Finch wants to go uncover as an insane guy! It's too dangerous! I know it and you know it!" She yelled, even though she was talking to Reese, she was looking at Finch the whole time.
"As I said just a few minutes earlier, Ms. Shaw, I understand your concern if you will just-" Finch spoke up but was cut off by Reese, he pursed his lips but let the man talk and focused on the computer his fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Get Root to do it, I'm sure she'll fit the part better." Reese said with a shrug.
"I can't believe I'm even saying this, but, John take this more seriously! Finch wants to go into an Insane asylum! It doesn't take a genius, which he is! to know that they treat people like dirt there! no! they treat them lower than dirt!" Shaw growled, she actually seemed to draw back just a bit, her shoulder's squared, she was not happy.
Reese sighed heavily at her, he then looked at Finch.
"She is right." He told his boss.
"Mr. Reese, I can play the part of an unstable man. Plus, I already thought this through, if Ms. Shaw would of let me finished my augment, I would of told her the rest of the plan." Finch said, now turning to Shaw, who immediately unsquared her shoulders and looked at Finch.
"Rest of the plan?" She asked, looking around, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, I already have ID's made for the both of you. Mr. Reese you are a security guard working on the fifth floor, and Ms. Shaw you are a nurse healing those who got hurt." Finch said leaning back in his chair looking at the two. Shaw stood there, looking like she was going to say something but kept her mouth shut.
"So, who is this guy? He's crazy I take it." Reese said, sipping his coffee some more.
"His name is Derek Newlands, patient at Willard Asylum. He was put in this asylum with multiple personality disorder, so far they only found two, He was also put under suicide watch for his first month there, it's been three months now." Finch explained, gesturing to the pictures on the cracked board.
Reese and Shaw looked at the picture of Derek, he wasn't all that much, a scrawny man with a thin face and body frame, he had brownish red hair and freckles all over his face and probably all over his body. Reese could make out a goatee on Derek's chin. Derek's cheeks were hollow, the look in his green eyes was the look of someone who had given up.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and say, he's not the bad guy." Shaw said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Never underestimate people Ms. Shaw." Finch told her, getting up and limping up to Reese, he handed Reese his ID card, then limped to Shaw and handed her, her own ID.
They both looked at their ID's
"Johnathan Cale." John read out loud, he shrugged and clipped it on his shirt.
"Samantha Rose...What did you run out of birds? Decided to move onto flowers?" Shaw quipped, Finch just rolled his eyes a bit but didn't respond to her.
(PS. I know her first name is Sameen.)
Shaw clipped it to her own shirt, a slight frown on her face.
"So, your going as a crazy guy, Finch, I'm still uncomfortable with this." She said as Finch stood up from his desk, he smoothed out his suit and took a deep breath.
"I am aware, and slightly touched, but it'll help us understand the number better, he might not trust a guard or nurse." Finch told her in a flat matter of fact voice.
"Ok, another question, how are you going to get in there and convince people you are crazy?" Reese asked, finishing off his coffee and taking another doughnut.
"Detective Fusco will help me with that, a court date already scheduled." Finch said, as he finished both Reese and Shaw were looking at him.
"When?" Reese asked.
Finch looked at his watch and then nodded.
"About two hours." Finch answered nonchalantly. Reese sighed and finished off his doughnut.
"Oh, you two should get going, you start your new jobs in an hour."
Reese and Shaw looked at each other then nodded, Shaw still looked like she didn't like this whole plan but she had no choice in the matter. They gave Finch one last look then started out, Reese then turned and walked back to Finch. Shaw wasted no time walking out of the library.
"I don't like you being in the field like this, but, know this, I'll always be around if you need me." Reese told Finch, then turned and walked out of the library. Finch frowned a little at this.
"I know, Mr. Reese..." He spoke to the library, Bear perked up at Finch but didn't move from his bed. Finch only smiled at the dog a bit then looked at his watch.
"I better go and get ready."
-transition-
"Wow, Glasses, you really want to look crazy don't you...it's weird not seeing you in something fancy." Fusco said as he eyed Finch and his attire.
Finch's hair was messy for once, he was wearing a normal white tee-shirt, slightly baggy blue jeans and flipflops.
"I feel...naked." Finch mumbled, he was use to expensive suits not something so flimsy.
"You'll feel even more naked when they strip search you." Fusco said getting into his cop car. Finch had to sit the back seat, he even had to have handcuffs on. He felt like an actual criminal.
"Glasses, can I weigh in on this?" Fusco asked looking at Finch from the review mirror.
"I don't see why not."
"Turn around and go back to the library." Fusco said bluntly to Finch, it was enough for the older man to look him in the eyes from the mirror.
"No. I have to do this."
"You won't last, I've read stories about some serious abuse coming from places like this, look wonderboy and Shaw aren't going to be with you, yes, they will be in the same building but they won't be there to help you."
"I know what I'm doing. I can handle it."
There was a few seconds of silence, Finch looked out the window, the buildings passed them at a normal pace, he shut his eyes. He had to do this.
"Look, You're crippled, they won't treat you nicely because of it. In fact, they may treat you worse." Fusco mumbled to him. Finch looked back at the man in the mirror and sighed.
"Please, Detective, could you just drive?" Finch asked him and went back to looking out the window, Fusco just simply sighed and continued to drive. Finch looked outside once again, watching the buildings and people pass by him quickly.
"The court is just up a head. Not too late to turn around." The detective tried again. Finch just simply shook his head.
"There is no turning around, there is only going forward." Finch spoke, but it was mainly to himself than it was the detective.
"Ok...So, the plan, you remember it?" Fusco asked as he continued to drive, he took a turn left, Finch could see the court building and he gulped a little.
"Of course I remember it. I tried to jump off a building saying that voices wanted me to do it." Finch said plainly as he looked at the big building getting closer and closer. He was starting to have second thoughts.
'No! I have to do this! for the number...' He thought, licking his, now dry, lips. He pushed the second thoughts in the back of his mind, he had to do this and get this over with. It was the only way to help the number.
Finally, Fusco pulled into the parking lot of the court, he parked the car and then turned around to face Finch.
"Last chance." Fusco told him, giving him a skeptical look.
"I have to do this, Detective, I have to."
Fusco sighed and turned the car off, he got out, opened Finch's door and helped the older man out.
"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." Fusco grumbled to Finch and he lead Finch inside the courthouse.
It was a nice courthouse, polished white tiled floors, dark oak desks and waiting chairs. It was busy, packed with people talking to each other, of course, there were cops at almost every door. Fusco had a grip of Harold's upper arm.
"What's your alias again?" Fusco whispered to Harold.
"Dove."
"Of course it is."
Finch rolled his eyes at Fusco.
They continued to walk till they reached their courtroom. Fusco let out several deep breaths, as did Finch. They waited outside the door, it shouldn't be long before it was their turn. Finch's lips pursed as they waited, he knew what he was getting into, he knew that it was going to be dangerous, but he had to do this, to save the number. Derek Newlands needed help or he needed be took down, either way, it was Finch's, Reese's, and Shaw's job to either help or take him down.
The door to the courtroom opened, it was the bailiff, he looked at the two and nodded.
"You're next." He said and Fusco gripped Harold's arm once again and lead the man inside the courtroom.
The judge was a elderly man, clean shaven, he had balding head with thin white hair. He looked like he might of been a drinker by his stomach.
"Alright...Mr. Dove, it says here that you...tried to jump out the window, you were saved by detective Fusco and when questioned about it, you commented saying that the voices wanted you to end it, is that correct?" The judge questioned once everything was up and ready to go.
"Y-Yes, your honor." Finch said in the microphone.
"Does Detective Fusco have anything to add to this case?" The judge asked. Fusco paused for a moment before speaking.
"Yes, your honor, Mr. Dove has been see with scratch marks running along his arms, he had to restrain him in the interrogation room." Fusco said. Finch slyly looked at him, this wasn't what they discussed! What was Fusco doing?
"I see...well, It seems that I will have to appoint Mr. Dove six weeks in Willard asylum, during those six weeks you will be under suicide watch, case dismissed." With a bang of the mallet the case was over. Finch let out a low sigh, he turned to Fusco but before he could say anything another guard took his arm.
"Let's go." The guard ordered, Finch could only nod and follow the guard, he gave the detective one last look and then looked forward, there was no turning back...