"Now your gonna help me get him back."
A payphone began ringing not far off from Reese's right. He made his way over, picking up the receiver before he stopped. He was greeted with the same silence he had answered with. Then in what seemed like an eternity, a response.
"Hiya! Mr. Reese I presume?"
"Yes." Reese answered the women's voice.
"I heard you misplaced my Finchie. No worries I can help you get him back."
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Reese followed the instructions given by the mysterious women on the phone. Twenty minutes later he was standing by the private hangers at the Skyline Airport. Armed of course, he was taking no chances. There was a possibility of help. But the likely scenario, the one he was trained for; was this being a trick by Root. Here was a perfect opportunity to get rid of the only person to look for Finch.
Shortly after his arrival a jet landed and taxied over to the hanger Reese was waiting at. The only passenger on it was a women. She looked very young, mid twenties to early thirties at a guess. Her hair was a long wavy brown. Dressed unlike someone who should be coming off a jet. A simple pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket covering a band t-shirt. Reese could make out a small pocket knife in her jacket as she walked over.
"Hello Reese. Call me Hazel." She extended her hand to him. Before she could blink he had her against the hanger wall, her own knife hovering over her throat.
"You don't want to introduce yourself as an associate of Root's?" The pilot and steward saw the commotion as they exited the plane and started to rush forward. The women held her hand up stopping them.
"No it's ok. He has every right to question me." Unwavering she addressed Reese. "I can assure you I am not working for Root. I would do nothing to harm Finch. He is family to me." Reese looked in her eyes for a long moment. Searching for a clue to a lie. He slowly let her go.
"I'd like some proof on that." Hazel smiled as he handed the knife back.
"Follow me."
ooOOoo
They took a cab a block away from the library. Once standing in front of the building she began talking to Reese for the first time since the airport.
"This is your base of operations. You come in when Finch calls you with a new number. He gives you any information he has at that moment. And you began intel on the POI."
"POI?" Reese of course knew what POI stood for, but felt he should say something to show he was listening.
"Person of Interest. Now this is of course after Finch has his usual eggs benedicts at the Lyric Diner 3 blocks back the way we came." Instead of walking toward the rear entrance to the library, she started walking right past it. Reese followed warily behind. He lost track on the number of blocks. Silently shocked by how much she continued to tell him. She had information on all their numbers, she knew about his military career, she told him about Finch working in his own company for 17 years; and how Reese had almost blown his cover. She talked about Grace, and the measures Finch took to make sure he stayed away from her. She knew of conversations between Carter or Fusco and Reese that not even Finch overheard.
Reese never interrupted during this walk. He ran the options of how much Root could know. He came to the same conclusion no matter the times he thought it threw .While she may still be a threat; this could not be someone working with Root. But someone with this much information on them was a scary thought to him. Before he knew it they were stopped in front of an apartment. He only noticed because Hazel had suddenly stopped talking. Lost in thoughts staring at the door. He glanced over at her, she looked a bit fearful of the door. Like a bad memory was playing out before her eyes. Hazel shook it off and made her way inside.
Reese made a mental note to get the address to this apartment on the way out. Because this was most defiantly Finch's house. Organized and well furnished, it fit him perfectly. Pictures decorated the living room they had walked into. Many of them were of him and Grace. The rest, were of his mysterious new companion, Hazel.
"Well I guess he hasn't forgotten me." She glanced at the pictures before making her way over to one of the bookshelves. "Just give me a minute here." She pulled a photo album from the shelf and handed it to Reese. Before he could open it she was already making her way out the door. Reese caught up to her again as she hailed a cab. She gave the address to the library as they climbed in.
"Why'd we walk here if you were just going to hail a cab back?"
" I needed time to talk." She answered him promptly then turned to look at the window. The air of talking seemed to have left her. She apparently wasn't one to dwell on a topic or even so much as a space for very long. Reese made it through the first half of the album before making it to the library. It contained pictures of a younger Finch and a child to teen Hazel. Through varies stages of her life; from birthdays to prom.
ooOOoo
"Oh Finchie why would you leave these books like this? You break my heart." Hazel was of course referring to the books that still littered the ground on the first floor. Finch had placed most of the second floor books back on a shelf.
"Why do you call him Finchie?" She laughed at Reese's question.
"I don't know. I've just call him my Finchie sometimes." By now she had made it to his desk. She picked up the book Finch had been currently reading.
"One of my favorites. 'A Land Remembered.'"
"He read all the time."
She glanced at Reese standing beside her at the desk. "Yeah? The Finchie I used to know wouldn't make the time to read a novel."
"What is he to you?"
"… He's my adoptive father."
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A/N: So the season finale has been bugging me & I felt like running off with the fandom to tell my own tale for a spell. Haha please let me know what you think. I have quite a bit more written, but I wanted to see if people like the idea so far. This story would be multi-chap. I'll update tomorrow.
~Sierra
