Here's chapter 2 now, and big thanks to Gumbycan for being an awesome beta!

Person of Interest does not belong to me.

Enjoy.

~POI~

It's been two weeks since Finch took care of Reese, neither was budging about their feelings or their strange 'I love you' dreams, to be honest they have been mostly quiet and reclusive (if that was even possible for Finch to be more than he is!); only meeting when a 'Number' came up.

Their current Number has lead them to a warehouse, name of Jacob Watson, 33 years old and his current profession consisted of smuggling illegal firearms to the local gangs of New York. His smuggling has come to the point of getting attention from local police and Reese, not wanting the illegal firearms to kill an innocent, decided to use a direct approach, with a paper trail chased courtesy of Mr. Finch.

He was making his way around the warehouse, making a mental map on the place. He had noticed only one door that lead inside the warehouse,there was another out the back but it was blocked by boxes and trash, so there was only one way in and one way out. He had heard Watson say that he was expecting a shipment tonight, though Reese didn't really want to come again tonight, but a chance like this wouldn't come again for a while and he didn't want any innocent people getting hurt by these people. He double checked around the warehouse, noticing every little detail that could come in handy for tonight. Finishing his round he went back to the city, but he never noticed a pair of eyes that watched his every move.

~POI~

The figure watched as Reese drove away from the warehouse, and once he was sure that he was alone, he quickly ran inside. Once inside he ran towards the room farthest from the door, stopped to catch his breath, and knocked. Once allowed inside, he told his boss what he saw.

"A black car huh?" he asked, the other man nodded.

"Hmm, well then, looks like we will have a guest tonight. Everything will go as planned, the shipment will arrive tonight, and I want nothing to disrupt. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. You, take care of the people coming for the shipment, and leave the guest to me. Go."

"Yes, sir." he answered as he left.

'Probably a rookie cop' Watson thought, 'No matter, we will make him disappear.'.

~POI~

After leaving the warehouse Reese went to the Library, to report what he had saw and heard.

"So he's expecting a shipment tonight? Do you have any idea who the buyer is?" Finch asked.

"No, but we can just crash the party and catch them both." Reese smiled.

"Would you need help in that regard? I think it would be best if both detectives would also assist?" he suggested.

Cases like these made Finch nervous. There could be any possible outcome and worst case scenario is finding Reese dead. He quickly shut that thought away. If Reese died then Finch would have nothing left.

The Numbers helped, but only for so much.

Before he would bear all the weight of the Numbers, but now with Reese, the weight was easier to bear. Nobody had the moral compass Reese had, he can always find the skills Reese had, but there wasn't another Reese in this world.

"Maybe," Reese said after some thought.

Reese could have sworn a look of concern flashed across Finch's face, but he quickly shook it away. Ever since he was sick, he's been thinking about the three little words Finch (or his mind making things up) had told him. He's wanted to talk to Finch about it, but he didn't want to risk anything with the smaller man; staying quiet is the best course of action for them both.

"I'll let them know about it when you get there?" Finch offered. He knew Reese would want to get ready for tonight, and calling the detectives now would prove useless and unwanted tension for all of them.

Nodding, Reese left the library. A quick nap and gathering his weapons would help clear his mind and relax for a few hours.

~POI~

It was 5 o'clock when Reese reported back to the library, He and Finch decided that having the phone on while Reese went in would be best, Watson might reveal a bit more that could be used as evidence against him.

"Alright, Finch, I'm heading out," Reese looked over his shoulder. "call Carter and Fusco when I'm done with Watson".

"Of course, Mr. Reese." Finch said.

For some odd reason he had a feeling that something is going to happen. No matter what he couldn't shake it off. 'There's no reason to be worried', he thought as he saw Reese walk out, 'he'll be fine, he's been in tougher situations than this'.

God he hoped he was right.

~POI~

Reese had arrived at the warehouse but decided to park a bit far off to not get any unwanted attention. He waited in the car until nighttime had fallen, and a truck was heard from a distance. He got out quickly and headed towards the warehouse. He noticed the back door had been cleared and he looked inside. Seeing no one around he quietly slipped inside as the semi pulled in. He made sure the phone was on and his earpiece was in place.

He hid behind the big boxes and looked around. He now needed to come up with an escape plan. Ten men were in the warehouse, including the boss, and three from the semi. 'Alright, I can do this'. If the boss walked a bit closer to him he could use the boss to make the others give themselves up. He stayed hidden for a good five minutes. Each passing minute he grew, more and more, excited and frustrated. He wanted to get this over with. He wanted to talk to Finch about his dreams and tell Finch his feelings. It'd been two weeks since he heard Finch (or at least he thought it was Finch) say those words and nearly a month since he said such words to Finch.

He noticed the sudden reclusiveness and the 'number only' meetings. Though he will admit, that he also had been doing the same things, he had enough. He didn't want to admit his feelings when Finch got sick again, nor did he want to imagine Finch admitting his own. That is if he loves him. He doubts it, but at least he'll be able to rest more peacefully, knowing each other's feelings.

He continued to think when he felt cool metal pressing against his head. Reese closed his eyes, damn it when had he gone sloppy? He was careful to come inside, his car was at least half-mile away, so where did he go wrong?

"Get up" a gruff voice was heard.

Reese did as told. He was heavily outnumbered, not to mention they had more ammunition than him, this was bad and he didn't need to make it worse. Luckily for him Finch heard and started to call the detectives. "Help is on the way, Mr. Reese" Finch reassured.

"We have a guest boss." the man said as he and Reese go closer to the group.

"Ah. Thought we saw someone earlier, guess it was not just our imagination." Watson said. Reese shrugged, he'll try to drag this out as long as possible. Long enough for Carter and Fusco to arrive.

"So. Who are you and what do you want?" Watson asked.

"A concerned third party." Reese replied sheepishly.

"Funny guy." Watson laughed, "but that doesn't explain what you are doing here."

"Heard you were the one to contact if I wanted some guns, thought of dropping by."

"Right. Right. And, uh, who told you this?"

"Someone Around." Reese's reply earned him a hit in the gut. He groaned in pain as he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

"Well, I don't seem to remember you. They usually tell me who's coming" Watson wondered, rubbing his chin. "So you'll tell us, who told you about me, or I'll just kill you right now." he ordered. Watson was a careful man, with trusted contacts. His contacts' always told him about potential buyers and one coming up out of the blue roused the utmost suspicion.

"I told you 'Someone around', they don't want to be known." Reese tried to reason.

Watson didn't believe him and was getting tired of playing around. He nodded towards the man behind Reese. "Knock him out, we've been compromised." he commanded.

Reese looked up at Watson again, only to feel a sharp pain behind his head and the darkness overtook him.

"Let's move! We'll go to the safe house and we'll finish the deal there." he said, looking at an unconscious Reese.

"Boss, what about the cargo here?"

"Burn it. The cops might come and we can't leave any evidence inside. Leave him here; the last thing we need is a witness."

Watson ordered one of his men to go with the semi while he and the others soaked the place with gasoline.

When they were almost done with soaking the place, they heard sirens. Watson smirked. He may have been caught, but it would be pointless since the evidence the cops had needed will have be destroyed.

There was only one car with two cops. A female and a male both came out, guns drawn.

"Stop right there!" the female cop said, "You're under arrest."

"I don't think so, cop. This place is soaked with gasoline, and it would take a matter of minutes for this place to burn to the ground." he said as he lit a lighter. "So I think we are a standoff. You let me go and ignore all of this, or try to arrest me while I burn the only evidence you could use against me."

"I can't do that." the female said.

"Suit yourself." Watson let go of the lighter and the place was up in flames in a matter of seconds.

Both detectives quickly covered up as the heat quickly reached towards them. Watson made a run for it, along with his subordinates. The female detective quickly chased after him as the male ran inside the warehouse.

~POI~

When Finch heard Reese getting caught, he immediately called the detectives. After that he called and reassured Reese that they were on their way. He listened to Reese's interrogation and hoped that the detectives reached him in time.

When he heard Reese being knocked out he couldn't help but cry out. After calling him a couple more times, he contacted the detectives again.

"We're almost there, Harold" Carter said.

"I know, but I think John is in serious trouble. He's not answering, and I'm afraid something might be happening."

"John will be fine; he's too stubborn to be taken down like this." Carter assured him, but Finch had already hung up.

Finch was grateful for Carter's reassurance, but the nagging feeling he had felt all day hadn't left him. He'd be more useful to Reese out there than in here. He quickly got up from his chair, got in his town car, and left to assist Reese in whatever way possible.

~POI~

He arrived shortly, making sure he didn't pass any red lights and drove along the less busy streets, only for find Reese on the ground; Fusco on top of him trying to find a pulse.

'Oh God' he thought as he looked. 'please don't let it be. Please, God.' He silently begged. 'This can't be! This just can't be!'

As if sensing his presence Fusco looked up.

"Hey!" he called out, "he's unconscious, but alive. We need to get him out of here, before the others arrive.' Oh, thank God. But that didn't mean he was alright. That didn't matter for now, he was alive and he needed his help.'

"Ah, yes of course." Finch quickly got out of his trance and helped Fusco place Reese onto the backseat of his town car.

After seat-belting Reese, Finch turned to the detective. Barely now he could see how he looked. Fusco was covered in soot, a couple of burn marks in his face, and his suit had a couple of dark spots. He took a mental note to give him a new suit as a thank you. Before he could voice his thanks Fusco interrupted him.

"Let's get him out of here, first. You can thank us later." Carter already had Watson behind her car, and was currently waiting for backup to arrive. She and Fusco agreed to sen fusco to help Finch would need help with Reese, while she waited for backup.

Nodding, Finch decided that he would wait a little farther away from the inferno with Fusco while the others arrived. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry Reese on his own and needed whatever help he could get. Luckily for both of them, backup had arrived quickly and Fusco managed to slip away unnoticed.

~POI~

They arrived at one of Finch's safe houses, with a bit of struggle; they managed to get Reese in one of the bedrooms. Finch tried to take some clothes off of Reese, to allow a bit more room for breathing and to get him comfortable.

"Thank you Detective, I'll take it from here." Finch said. Though he was thankful for his help, he still felt that his privacy was being invaded. Getting the hint, Fusco decided to leave both men alone for the night.

"You're welcome. Do you have anyone to check on him?"

"I do. I'll call you and Detective Cater if anything happens." he reassured him and nodding, Fusco left. He would most likely be swarmed with questions, but it'll be worth it in the end. Reese has helped him greatly and it is only fair to return the favor.

As soon as Fusco left, Finch called Dr. Megan Tillman asking her to come and see Reese. Once assured that she would come, Finch got some towels and a bowl of warm water. He will try and clean him up; it'll be easier on both of them to check to see if there were any wounds that the soot and smoke had hidden.

Barely now he noticed how Reese smelled. It wasn't the musky oak smell that he loved so much, it was the gasoline and smoke smell that filled his nostrils. Finch, again, thought how lucky he was that the detectives were there to help Reese get out in time. He continued to clean Reese when Dr. Tillman arrived.

Megan wasted no time in checking on Reese. This man saved her from doing something she would have regretted, and she wanted to return the favor by helping them any way she could. She noticed his labored breathing, so she checked his lungs first.

"His breathing is labored, but that's because he inhaled a lot of smoke. He'll be needing oxygen for a few hours; I'll bring it by once I'm done. He doesn't look like he has any broken bones." she said as she checked his body. When she began feeling Reese's head, she felt a bump behind his head. Concerned, she lifted his head gently. She noticed the bump was slightly big, and might affect him when he wakes up.

"Everything seems fine, but the bump in the head concerns me. I'll bring an oxygen tank to help him breathe better and get most of the smoke out of his lungs." She left Finch with a list of things to do once Reese woke up and he called in his bodyguards to pick up the supplies he needed on said list.

Once Tillman came back with the medical oxygen mask and tank; and showed Finch how to properly use it. She also requested that Finch to call once Reese woke up, so she would be able to check him better and assess the damage was done upon him. Finch promised that he would call and thanked her, and then Megan left.

Finch made himself some tea, and changed his three piece suit to a clean t-shirt and grey pants, and sat besides Reese. All night long he would take a quick shut eye for a few minutes to check on him.

~POI~

Finch kept his vigil over Reese for the next couple of days. As promised he called both detectives on the update of the missing 'man in a suit'. He never left Reese's side and was starting to worry if Reese would wake up again. 'Wouldn't be surprised if he slept for a couple more days' he thought, finally relaxing, knowing that Reese's body needed the rest. The man was very active; even when he was injured he moved a lot. This is only way his body would get the proper rest it needed. Otherwise he would be asking for a case and/or corrupting Fusco while he's at it too. Another quick glance at the sleeping figure, Finch went back to reading the book he held in his hand.

Another half hour passed, then Reese started to stir. Finch quickly set his book aside, and neared the taller man.

Reese slowly opened his eyes, looking around. His hands started to move, feeling everything around him. His eyes started to move quickly, hands feeling everything, his breathing became short and labored. Wait, something is not right.

" ? John, you're okay. You're safe" he said as he took the oxygen mask off and closing off the oxygen tank.

"Finch?" Reese's voice was raspy. "Harold, where am I? Where are you?"

"You're in one of the safe houses. I'm right here, John" Finch's voice was trembling. Something was definitely wrong.

"Where? How come everything is white?"

"Here, John, I'm right in front of you. Nothing's white. John how many fingers am I holding up?" He held three fingers up in front of Reese.

"I don't know. Fi - Fin - Finch. Harold, I can't see you." Finch was getting more and more afraid that the damage was more than he originally thought.

"What do you mean?"

~POI~

When Reese started to come around, he was surprised to find himself comfortable. He felt tired and exhausted. He just wanted to lie there for a while and relax. Unfortunately his instincts didn't let him relax for long; he needed to know where he was and what happened to Watson.

He opened his eyes, but didn't see anything. Nothing but white. He moved his hands, trying to feel everything around him.

When he heard Finch, he relaxed. Okay so he's safe. Good. Good. But that didn't explain why he couldn't see Finch, or anything for that matter. He got scared, 'no' he thought, 'this can't be'. He can't be, sure he took a blow in the head, but that was hardly anything. Maybe Finch put something over his eyes.

When Finch asked him how many fingers he was holding up, he realized he didn't have anything on top of his eyes. He was blind.

"I can't see you. Harold, I'm blind."

~POI~

I am so sorry guys! I didn't plan to make more than three chapters, but this plot bunny I've named Mark Snow, decided to throw this at me. So it might be more than that….

As always R&R!