Falling For Finch

Chapter 4

By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr

Author's Note: Hey everybody! Thanks to those of you who reviewed last chapter. I am sorry about the errors. I have limited time to write and often have to write quickly, which is the cause of my mistakes. I am however very pleased that some of you are still on board with the Cinch pairing! Please continue with the honest reviews!

Harold Finch stood completely breathless on the front porch of Carter's house. He couldn't believe it. Joss Carter had kissed him.

*What am I doing! She's to beautiful for me! She probably meant that kiss in a friendly way! Besides, I'm old, crippled and broken beyond repair. There's no way in hell a woman like her could ever fall for a man like me. I couldn't even run forward 10 steps to save my own life. If I can't run or even turn my neck, what good am I to a beautiful, young, vibrant woman like her? It will simply never happen. But at least in my memories, I still have tonight. At least… I still have that one kiss. And for now….. that's enough.*

Despite just putting himself down, Harold's lips turned upward into a smile as he slowly raised his hand to where Joss's lips had been only mere seconds before. Harold turned around and limped off the porch. Maybe the evening hadn't been a total bust after all.

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As soon as she closed her door Carter turned around, leaned against it, and closed her eyes. She was struggling to control her breathing.

*What is that man doing to me!? He's not even my type! He's no where near my type! I wonder if Finch DOES have a crush on me. He told me in the restaurant, that the men I had been with didn't know how to treat a woman. He was right, it turned out that every single last one of them just wanted to get inside my pants! But there was something about the way he said it that just sent a jolt through me.*

Carter was so deep in her own little world, that she didn't even notice Taylor walking up to her.

"Hi Mom!"

Joss's eyes bolted open.

"Oh… Hey sweetie. You scared me."
"Oh, sorry. How'd dinner go with Finch."

Carter zoned out before answering her son.

*He was opening doors and pulling out chairs for me all night. Then he had on that beautiful suit. I should have invited him in so that I could have ripped that beautiful suit off of him. Wait…. where the hell did that just come from!?*

Carter quickly snapped back to reality with a slight blush on her face.

"Oh…. Oh it was nice. Really nice. Finch has even more expensive taste than I thought."

"Mmm hmm. You were just thinking about him."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw the blush you just had on your face. You like him!"

"I do not!"

"You do to! I saw you kiss him goodnight! I was watching you to two out the window from the moment you pulled up."

"It was a friendly goodnight kiss for him taking me out and paying for everything. A kiss from one friend to another. I'm telling you, I do not like Harold Finch!"

"Yeah o.k., keep telling' yourself that mom."

Taylor started to walk away until he thought of something.

"Mom? Do you like what Harold does?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how he saves people. You said that if you were going to date somebody, you wanted it to be somebody who is kind to other people. Finch is beyond kind to people. He is saving people who he doesn't even know. You said that you wanted to be with someone who is good to you. With the way he is, I'm guessing Finch opened doors for you, pulled out chairs for you. Didn't he?"

Carter slightly nodded.

"I saw you give him his jacket. He put that around you when it got colder. Didn't he?"

Carter nodded again

"He's sent John to save your life countless times hasn't he?"

She nodded once more.

"Well you see mom. Harold Finch is perfect for you."
Carter opened her mouth to object when Taylor interrupted her.

"I'm not asking you to marry the guy tomorrow, I'm just asking you to…. give him a chance."

Joss Carter let what Taylor said slowly sink in. She let out a sigh.

"Maybe Taylor, o.k., maybe."

Taylor cracked a huge smile.

"Cool! Goodnight mom."

"Good night sweetie."

Taylor walked off towards his room, when he turned around suddenly.

"Oh. Just so you know. You looked so into that kiss that I thought you were about to wind up going home with Finch."

"It was only a kiss on the cheek!"

"That don't mean nothin'!"

"Boy, if you don't get out of here!"

Taylor chuckled as he walked down the hallway towards his room. Joss Carter began to slightly chuckle.

*Maybe he's right. Maybe I am falling for Finch. And it just might not be that bad of thing.*

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Finch arrived back at the library about 10 minutes later. He slowly limped up the stairs into his main room. Surprisingly John was still there.

"Hello Mr. Reese."

"Hello Harold. Have fun on your date with Carter?"

Harold detected something in John's tone. It sounded like disgust, jealousy, anger, and even… hatred.

"Mr. Reese. There was no date. It was a…."

"Thank you dinner, Thank you dinner. THANK YOU DINNER MY ASS HAROLD!"

Harold was extremely taken aback at how angry John was.

"Mr. Reese….."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE MR. REESE ME!"

"John… I don't what you're thinking happened between Detective Carter and I. But whatever it is I can assure you it's not true."

"I saw you Harold. I saw both of you! When you both left her house you put your hand on her back and she blushed! Then when I left and came back here…. I tracked you to the restaurant you went to. I watched you through the security camera above your table. I heard everything you said and watched every move you made. Then when you dropped Joss off, I used the traffic camera across the street from her house and saw you on the porch with her. So don't play dumb Harold!"

"I don't think of Detective Carter in that way John."

"That's a damn lie Finch! And you know that I like her. You know it. So I'm going to warn you once."

John jabbed an angry finger onto Harold's chest.

"Stay away from her."

"Or what?"

"Your ass will be mine Finch!"

John cast one last angry look towards Harold before he stormed out the library leaving Harold Finch highly upset.

*So that's how you want to play this Mr. Reese? Alright let the games begin!*

Author's Note 2: Thoughts?