He opened the door to cab for her.

She went in slowly, making sure he would be admiring her body when she got in, but his face revealed no emotions.

He gave a piece of paper with address to the driver. They travelled quietly again, their hands close on the seat but separated. He wanted to check what she would do if he sat closer, he moved his hand closer to hers, their small fingers in contact. She looked at him, and he knew that she was tired her look was dizzying. He gave her a small smile and she rested her head on his shoulder.

His smell was amazing, some elegant notes, some spicy .It was really suit to a gentleman like him; sandalwood, cedar, lavender maybe coffee and pepper.

He opened his eyes wide when he felt her head on him. The driver looked in back mirror but quickly looked away. His eyes returned to the road because of Finch's angry look at him.

When they arrived, Shaw was sleeping at his shoulder. He didn't want to wake her up. So, first, he gave payment for the cab with 'keep the change' of course. He gently got out from the cab and with the rest of his strength he took her into his arms. She was really light he didn't fell more pain in his back. He went to the building, 'good there is an elevator' - he thought. He went inside and pushed some buttons. The elevator took them to the highest apartment.

Shaw woke up when they were before the doors.
"Finch, where are we? And why are you carrying me!?" She looked at him.
"You should wake me up instead of carrying me and tell me where the hell are we? It's not my place." She pushed him to let her go.

"Sameen, we are in a safe place. I just wanted to bring you here to be sure you will be safe and leave you there.I would have called you in the morning when you would be sober."

"I'm sober!" She protested.

He looked her in disbelief. "So why are you sleeping on my shoulder?"

"It has nothing to do with, whether I'm sober or not. I told you, I'm sober and that means I'm sober!"

He placated her. "Okay, Sam can we just go inside?" He put the key in its hole and opened door for her then said, "Please, we can complete that strange conversation inside."

"I want to go to my place, I have there all the necessary things." She turned back and started to walk away.

"There are necessary things too Miss Shaw." He grabbed her arm and she gave him one of those looks which he really doesn't like.

"Sameen, I mean Sam..."

When I say necessary things Finch, I mean for a woman. Don't forget that every woman needs some privacy at the end of the day and some things to feel better or a warm bath after end of a hard day."

He looked at her confused
"I know that, there is everything you need here, I promise. Just please come inside."

She looked at him again but this time she went inside.
"Harold this place is huge!" She looked around like a small kid at Disneyland.

"Straight through is the bathroom next to it is the main bedroom. Here you have the living room. The kitchen is upstairs and as you can see outside is a small pool for your disposition. Comfort yourself, as I said everything you need is there. I will call you in the morning, here are the keys." He put a set of keys in her hand slowly and tried to contact her hand again.

"And where are you going? If I remember well you drank only one beer less than me. So you should stay here too. I believe this sofa is enough for a comfortable night's sleep."
She came closer to him to feel his breath on her face. She knew that he was close, she turned him on in a moment when she took off his tie, so now it should be easier to capture his emotions again.

He gulped nervously and stammered, "I don't think I should. I need to check John, if he is okay."

Shaw smirked knowingly, "We all know that Fusco is with him now Finch. He is in good hands and you have to rest for a while too. Look at yourself. You look really tired, and you reek of alcohol. So please stay."
She started to take off his coat then his jacket.

He stood there frozen, without any words. He didn't even move, didn't know what to do. Every touch of her hand gave him a small spike of pleasure. He forgot how it was to touch and be touched in return.

She hung up her coat next to his.

He looked at his watch it was few minutes after 2AM.
"It's really late. I will be sleeping on the sofa, and Sam lied to you a little. There aren't any women's clothes so you can take one of my shirt as a nightdress if you don't mind. They are clean and some of them haven't been worn."

She looked at him, "Something else you want to say me?"

"No that's all. Towels are in the bathroom, and there are some things to make your bath more pleasant too"

"Nice." She sat on the sofa. "I know it's late but I don't want to go to sleep just yet. This day was really hard. I felt great when we were in that club, but now... Finch, this place is depressing. I'm not saying it's ugly or anything it's just huge and empty..."

Harold ignored her."Do you want tea? I know I said I will never ask you to tea again but it's good for sleep so..."

She sighed."Okay then."

He came back after a few minutes. She was sitting the same way as when he left her, but without a shirt, only black tank top –again he wondered if she knew how that influenced him.. He put her tea on the table.

"Please." He sat next to her

"Thank you. You know it's funny. I never thought that you could be so normal before. At the beginning, I even didn't like you. You were like a rich, selfish child to me. Who only cared about his own business. Who would think that I would be sitting with you and drinking tea?" She turned to him and smiled.

He was sitting straight, tea in one hand the other hand at his knee. He was looking straight into her eyes and when she smiled, he smiled back.

For a second, she wondered how many secrets this guy was still hiding and how many wounds he had and of course how they look liked. She could even compare those wounds to her own only if he would shows her his..

"Sameen I..." he put his tea next to her."I'm really sorry for what happened at the cemetery. I didn't want to argue, not with you. I should have stayed calm. That situation shouldn't have taken place."
He wondered why he was telling her these things again, He knew that he was still drunk. Maybe her beauty had such a big influence on him. He hadn't been so close to a woman for years. She'd kissed him before they got to the taxi, she'd slept on his feelings were amazing. He couldn't resist, but he had to try. He wanted to do this so many times. Now he had a possibility to do just that. He leaned over her, one hand on the sofa to maintain a balance the other on her cheek. He started to kiss her slowly, his eyes were closed, but he wanted to see if she felt the same to him so he opened his eyes. Her eyes were still closed.

She answered his kiss by placing one hand on his neck close to his hairline. Her other hand she put on his thigh.
When their tongues joined, Harold shrugged and pushed her slowly away. He tried to takes his breath. "Again this day I have to say I'm sorry. I don't know why..." He didn't finish as her lips were again merged with his.

She gently pushed his back against the sofa, and straddled him. She heard his moan when she slowly started to unbuttoning his vest.
He wasn't sure what to do in the beginning, but when she took off his vest and begin to unbutton his shirt, he puts his hands on her ass. It was so soft even if she was wearing tight jeans, he could feel how soft and round her rear was. He couldn't resist and squeezed them a little. Sweaty moans left from her mouth and she rose slightly. She tasted so sweet, but he couldn't find the perfect description in his mind yet.

When she was in the middle of his shirt, she broke this long kiss. He wanted her lips back on his so he leaned to her. She put her finger on his mouth and he kissed it. One of his hands went up to her back and gently moved up and down her spine. One moment later the same hand was under her tank top but still at the back area.

She started to kiss his cheek, then jawline, going down to the neck with gentle bites on it. So gentle to not leave any marks. She knew he would not forgive her for that.

He leaned his head back and groaned at every bite.

She touched his Adam's apple and kissed it.
He helped her with his shirt and t-shirt.

She admired the view of his chest hair for a while and quickly after that started to kiss his chest. Her hands were massaging his abdomen and her fingers were stroking that sexy hairy path which disappeared somewhere in his pants. She come back to kissing his lips, his hands were still at her back and ass. When he squeezed her butt again she moaned and rose slowly. When she was sitting back on his thighs, she felt something hard under her. She knew that he left his phone in his jacket, his wallet was in his jacket, and it decisively wasn't a gun.

He broke the kiss.
"Sam, we can't"
"What?!"
"We can't do this. This is highly inappropriate"

She pushed him back, but still sat on his thighs.

He put his hands back to his side.

"Finch you are trying to say that what? You are trying to hide your emotions? But you can not hide from your body." She looked down and back at him.
"Or maybe you are just scared because you haven't done this for so long? Because if you tell me that this is what happens and you can't control your body, I will not believe you"

His head was down, he didn't want to look into her eyes. He knew that when he tried to lie to her like that he would lose everything but he felt that if this went too far it would be highly unprofessional.
"Yes that is what I want to say"

She rose to his face.
"So we are back strangers? And you want me to forget this day? You are really a strange man Harold. I think if you want to be like that, pretending, you will be always losing Numbers. You can't hide everything and you finally have to learn how to pay the consequences."
She got up from his lap, went to bathroom and slammed the door.

He was confused. She just left him with words sharps as swords. He looked down at himself nothing left, she just turned him off. He didn't know if he should regret that he started this situation or he was sorry for that he stopped it. He sat without moving and looked at the two cups with tea. Why did he behave like that? She was right he can't pay the consequences. He took his shirt from the floor and put it on but didn't buttoned it back. He took off his shoes and socks to moves quietly. He went to the bathroom door and leaned against the doorframe. Hand on which he leaned in pocket other rested on the frame.
"Sam I'm sorry... I don't know why I have done this. I didn't intend to, Sam?"

"Go away, go to your library where you feel better, alone with all your monitors. I don't want to talk with you, not anymore."

"Sam please..." He heard the water running into bathtub.

"I didn't stop it! You want something, but when it comes to you, you just don't know if you really want it. you don't know if it is just not as perfect as you think it is. You are hiding . Even during missions you only guide us with your voice, you are looking at us only with cameras, you are irresponsible. You can't hide, you can't run all the time! You can't just go away when you are starting something you SHOULD end it! Like a man, or maybe you are not a human huh? You are just an egoistic, eccentric billionaire who thinks that he can do everything he wants without any consequences. Now I am done and you have to go. Run, run to your library! Hide! You will never be human, you changed into your machine! Maybe that moment when you broke today was only an act in front of me. Because you were afraid of being alone. Or Simmons, because he saw your face. You just needed protection for today right? And a little pleasure. Someone who will get your dick hard! Admit it! You are a selfish fool, Finch!"

"Enough!," He stopped leaning against frame, his hands shaking from nerves, how can she judge him like that?