Chapter 10: LIFE OF CRIME FIGHTING

The drive to John's apartment was relatively short. Well, minus the whole John trying to pry as much information as he could out of me. Which was just about nothing. I refused to answer his questions until we got to his apartment; that way I could convince him to talk about himself as well. When we walked to the top floor of the apartment building I was a little surprised to see only a few rooms. We walked into the room that was at the end of the hallway and boy was his apartment nice. I knew Harold didn't worry about the cost of things, but still, this place was gorgeous. It was one continuous room with large, ceiling to floor windows overlooking the park. John looked at me and laughed slightly at my amusement.

I walked over and sat down on his couch before I asked my first question. "So John, you want to know all about me? I mean I get it, spies need to know every little detail, but i've lived with a spy; meaning I also want to know every detail. So i'm only sharing if you share too." I said with a smile on my face.

John gave me an annoyed look before he said, "Fine,but i'm asking the first question."

I sighed. I should have known he would want to go first. If this was the only way I was going to get to know my new partner, I guess it would have to do. "Okay. Ask away John."

"You said your brother taught you how to fight, but how did you learn how to shoot a gun?"

"I used to work for the FBI. I learned the basics, but taught myself other guns." I had to think of a question to ask him. I wanted to know so much, but I knew I didn't want to reveal too much about myself and John was probably the same. "How did you come to work for Harold?"

"Finch found me and offered me a job. I thought he was crazy at first, but he convinced me that the machine was real and that I needed a purpose in life. So I took him up on his offer." John had a sad look on his face, that told me he probably wasn't in a good place when Harold found him. "How about you? How do you know Harold?"

"I met him while I was in college in New York. I wanted to learn about computers, hacking and cyber crimes. A professor heard about me wanting to gain knowledge and he had a friend of a friend of a friend, who turned out to be Harold. When I left the FBI, I knew that he had went off the grid, so I took a guess as to where I could find him. I went to the library and there he was. We talked about what he was doing and my predicament; he found out my brother was back in the states, and before I went to go find him, he offered me a job. I said i'd think about it and now three months later here I am. How come you're not with the agency anymore? You don't have to go into detail if you don't want, I know how the CIA can be."

John sighed before answering, "They tried to kill me and my partner when we were on a mission, but I figured it out and got away. They think i'm dead. How come you're not with the bureau anymore?"

"I did something they didn't agree with, so they put me on permanent desk duty. I couldn't live like that, so I quit" I laughed and so did John. "Did you always want to fight crime?"

"I guess so; I just didn't know it. I always hated when people got bullied when I was younger, but I didn't think much about it. Then when I joined the army and then the CIA recruited me because I was good at killing. I realized that I really enjoyed saving people and putting criminals away and I was extremely good at it. It bothered me that I killed so many people, but I enjoyed saving the country, if that's what we were even doing. How about you?"

"When you grow up a Westen, you learn to be a criminal of sorts at a young age I suppose. My twin and I definitely both have that mindset of needing to save everyone, so when he went to the army, I went to school to learn about crime. I needed to be helping people, not becoming the problem. I enjoyed it so much, but I never wanted to be a cop so I joined the FBI. I guess we were both meant to fight crime." I laughed a little and John smiled.

I was beat. After flying all the way here and saving John I was so tired. I couldn't wait to get some sleep. "Hey, I'm beat. Can I have a blanket and maybe a pair of sweats to sleep in? I left all my clothes at the library."

John walked away into a side room, that i'm assuming had his closet in it. He returned with a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a blanket. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No way in hell i'm taking your bed, i'll sleep on the couch." I said.

John gave me an annoyed look, "I can't do that. I'll sleep on the couch."

I was slightly annoyed. Of course he had to be a gentleman. "I broke your rib and there's no way i'm going to make you sleep on a couch with a broken rib."

John gave me that signature CIA stern 'No argueing look'. "My brother was a spy John, you can't intimidate me like that." I chuckled as I went to grab the blanket and clothes out of his hands. Before I could grab anything, he moved so I couldn't reach from where I was standing.

"John. Give me the clothes and the blanket. I know you want to be a gentleman, but seriously, I won't hesitate to break another one of your ribs." I said with my best stern look possible.

"You're going to fight me over who gets to sleep on the couch?" John asked with an amused look.

I laughed, "It is pretty ridiculous right? Fine i'll sleep on the bed, but if I have to stay here tomorrow you get the bed."