DISCLAIMER: The Princess does not own Person of Interest or the characters. If she did, Reese and Finch would've become a couple by now.

Princess: FYI, I am not implying that Finch and Reese have a relationship of any kind, just Finch was… *grins* excited.

Pie: I don't mind if you think a few characters were OOC, I'm just writing what I want to happen and then letting you read it. *pouts* But I still love you.

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The bullet ripped through the night and I froze.

It took me almost four seconds to realize the Guy In A Suit, or… 'John', was bleeding. He had let off three or four bullets himself before I awoke.

Another shot, and it landed in Guy In A- John's thigh. He almost immediately jumped up painfully, and started running to a stairway.

I ran to it as well.

I started running as fast as I could down the stairs, gun drawn and in front of me.

I followed the trail of blood and sweat down the steps.

I also followed a faint voice echoing through the stairway.

"Harold," it said, the final breaths obvious. "No. You stay away. I'm not worth the risk." His stern voice filled with agony.

I heard the two clicks and bangs of the ground level door being pushed open. I also heard the screech of tires come and disappear with the opening and closing of the door.

I soon came to it and shoved it open.

"John," a man with short dark hair and glasses whispered, cupping John's face in one hand.

The other hand was holding him up.

"HOLD IT!" I yelled to them. The man looked up. I gasped. "You?"

"Harold," came a pained groan from John. "I told you not to come…" I thought I heard him say.

"And just look at all the fucks I give," the man's eyes were still fixed on me. They were nervous.

I can't do this…

I lowered my weapon and rushed over to the men. I grabbed John's other shoulder, holding him up straighter.

"Get him outta here. Come on." We both helped John into the backseat of the car.

All three of us were painfully aware of the screaming of tires from the SUV getting closer.

When John was lowered into the car, I stepped back, pulling my gun back out.

The man John called Harold spun around and planted himself in my view of John.

Blocking John from any bullets.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you." I comforted, forcing a smile across my face. "I'm covering my ass."

John chuckled through the pain, but Harold's face stayed stony.

"Get him the hell out of here." I ordered, jabbing my finger at them before lifting my gun higher, but to the side.

No time for mistakes here.

Harold finally calmed to my presence and spun back around to John.

"John," he whispered again, pure adoration in his voice.

He grabbed John's collar and shoved himself closer, half of him in the car, the other half out.

I saw Harold's lips crash down onto John's, and I turned away.

Harold pulled back, softly touching his hand to John's face before he rushed, or rather, limped quickly to the driver's side, leaping into the chair and speeding out of the parking garage.

I turned my gun to their disappearing shape and the SUV screamed up next to me.

I made a show of holstering my gun and walking away from them.

"What the HELL WAS THAT?" Mark screamed from behind me.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." I smirked.

Mark fumed behind me, but I was already halfway down the block before I heard the arguing of Mark and his associate.

I hope John survives; what little I saw, I saw Harold's sincerity on the kiss.

At least John has someone. He seemed like a lonely guy.

I laughed aloud, waving my hands through the air like I was at a concert doing the Windshield Wipers. I have never before felt this free.