Falling For Finch

Chapter 10

By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr

Author's Note: Hey everybody! So, this story is going to be wrapping up in about two or three more chapters. Sorry about the long wait, and as always thanks for all of the wonderful reviews and continued support! :D

Harold opened his eyes and wearily looked around. He eventually remembered that he had fallen asleep on the couch last night. He slowly sat up, but quickly laid back down, as a wave a pain shot through his spine. He let out a silent cry in agony as his old injuries flared back to life. After a few more minutes, Harold tried sitting up again and was thankfully successful. He slowly stood up from the couch and limped towards the bathroom. He relieved himself, then opened the medicine chest and pulled out two pain relievers. He quickly swallowed them dry, and limped out the bathroom.

*I know that couches make my injuries worst, yet I slept on it anyway. I swear, the things that I do for that woman.*

Harold's mind immediately flashed back to the night before,…to the moment when he held her comfortingly,…. to the second when their lips almost met for the very first time. He mentally shook his head.

*I highly doubt she even really feels that way. She was probably in a state of highly emotional distress when we almost kissed. John was right, why would she want a man like me when she could have a man like him?*

Harold slightly hung his head in depression as he limped over to Taylor's bedroom door. He opened it a crack, and just as he suspected, Taylor wasn't there. Figuring that Taylor had probably stayed with his mother for the night, Harold went to his bedroom. He cracked open the door and saw Taylor laying in bed sleep, but Joss wasn't there. Panic immediately set in as Harold quickly limped over to the bed, and shook Taylor.

"Taylor! Taylor wake up!"

Taylor moaned groggily as he slowly came to.

"Wh… What Finch?"

"Taylor, where's your mother!?"

"I don't know."

Taylor let out a yawn.

"Did you check the rest of the apartment?"

Harold quickly limped out the bedroom door and went to the kitchen and living room. Joss was no where to be found. He quickly limped back into the bedroom and saw Taylor sitting up sleepily on the edge of the bed.

"Did you find her?"

"No! I don't know where she is…"

Finch looked at the nightstand, and saw that her cell phone was gone. She must've left on her own will.

"But I will soon."

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Joss Carter casually strode into the NYPD police station. She walked to her desk with a steaming hot cup of coffee. It was 7 am on a Monday morning, hardly anybody was there yet. And the few that were, weren't even fully awake. Joss sat down at her desk. She had felt bad about leaving without telling Finch. But she knew he would've forbidden it. On the way out the door this morning she saw him asleep on the couch. She had walked over and placed a small kiss on his forehead before pulling the blankets up over him higher. She had done it for three reasons. One, she felt sorry for snapping at Harold last night. Two, she greatly appreciated that he comforted her. And three, well she couldn't really deny it anymore. She had feelings for Harold Finch. And John had been wrong. She would pick Harold over him any day. Not because he was a gentleman, a software genius, or a billionaire. But because he cared about her feelings. And he had showed her that last night. Not only with his affectionate touch, but his loving words. She could see in his eyes that he needs her as much as she needs him. John on the other hand obviously hadn't cared about her feelings. He had made her feel like the biggest whore on the planet in less than 30 seconds! John didn't give a damn about her. Unfortunately, he had showed her that last night too. Joss hadn't even been sitting at her desk for five minutes, when her phone started to ring. She let a brief smile pass her lips once she had read the caller I.D. That Unknown Caller could be no one except for the reclusive billionaire himself.

"Carter."

"Joss! Where are you!?"

Joss figured that maybe she could tell a small lie so that she could work for at least 30 minutes before he called again.

"I went to go get some coffee."

She heard Finch sigh on the other end.

"Don't lie Joss. I tracked your phone, you're at the precinct."

Joss's cheeks colored in shame for lying, and then being found out 3 seconds later. There really was no fooling Harold Finch.

"Alright Harold…. You got me. I am at the precinct."

"How could you go back there!? The whole point of the safe house is for you and your son to stay put until Officer Simmons is captured."

"And how is that supposed to happen if I don't use my badge to my advantage."

"Where's Detective Fusco?"

"He won't be here for another half an hour. I called him back this morning."

"Joss listen to me. Get in your car and get back here now before the Captain realizes you showed up. I'll enter a sick day for you into the NYPD database."

Joss let out a deep sigh.

"Fine Finch. I'm on my way."

"Good."

The call was disconnected.

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Harold sat back in the dining room chair as he looked at his laptop screen. He had hacked into the precinct's security cameras, and had been watching Carter throughout their whole conversation. He smiled as he thought of when he had just trapped her in a lie and watched as her cheeks adorably reddened. Taylor paused his video game and turned to look at Harold.

"Will you just admit that you like her now!?"

Finch hesitated a moment before he answered.

"I do like your mother Taylor. Very much so."

Taylor almost dropped his controller. He couldn't believe it, Finch had finally admitted that he liked his mother. Now all Harold had to do was tell Joss himself.

"But does she know that?"

Finch shook his head as best he could.

"Well you should probably tell her. As soon as she gets here!"

Finch opened his mouth to protest, but was interrupted by Taylor.

"No! No more beating around the bush Finch. Just tell her. Because you almost stroked out when you couldn't find her. And you don't like her Finch, it's more than that. I can tell. Tell me what you feel for her. Do you like her, do you hate her? What!?"

Finch didn't have the time to think before the words flooded out of his mouth.

"I love her!"

Taylor sat opened mouthed, and Finch could feel himself going red. His phone vibrated, which sent a wave of relief through him.

*I've never been happier to receive another number in all my life.*

Finch tapped his earpiece and listened as the machine gave him their next person of interest. As soon as the machine finished spelling out the code, he automatically knew who it was. He felt as though the his heart had stopped beating, his lungs stopped breathing, time had time stopped going, the earth had stopped spinning. Taylor watched as Finch visually paled.

"You O.K. Finch?"

Finch hurriedly limped to the door and Taylor followed him. He grabbed his coat and shrugged it on.

"Taylor, I need for you to lock this door behind me. Don't open it unless it's me or your mother. Understand!?"

Taylor nodded his head, and watched as Harold disappeared into the hallway.

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Joss decided to take a shortcut back to the safe house. She cut through some neighborhoods that could get her there faster. As Carter slowly went through the next intersection, she heard a loud rumbling sound. She turned to her right just in time to see a black S.U.V. coming towards her passenger door at full speed. She tried to speed up and get out the way, but it was too late. The S.U.V. had been too close. It hit her passenger door and her car flipped over twice. Joss hit her head on the steering wheel, sending her into darkness.

Author's Note 2: Thoughts? :D