Falling For Finch

Chapter 11

By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr

Author's Note: Hey everybody! So, I really appreciated the reviews and Private Messages I got for the last chapter. A lot of you were really shocked at the ending. So, I'm also going to redo a couple of things from 3X10 "The Devil's Share." There will probably be only one more chapter after this one. So enjoy! :D

Finch tore through the streets of New York like a madman. He had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other one held his smart phone. He was tracking Carter's phone. However, the longer her signal stayed still, the more unnerved he became. He finally turned onto the same street as Joss's signal. He put the car to a stop, and stared at the horrible sight before him. His heart wrenched with fear as he quickly got out of his car, and limped over to Joss's car. Finch prepared himself for what he might find inside, as he bent down and peered inside of the upside down car. What he found inside was something he definitely hadn't expected. Emptiness. His throat went dry, and his blood ran cold, as he stared at Joss's blood on the steering wheel.

*This was deliberate. There's no way in hell this was an accident.*

Finch looked up and saw a security camera directly above the intersection. He quickly limped back to his car as sirens became audible in the distance. He quickly pulled off, and parked next to the curb several blocks away. He grabbed his tablet out of the backseat and began to hack into the security camera on the corner of where the accident occurred. He watched with a heavy heart as the black S.U.V. slammed into Joss's passenger door, flipping it over. He saw 2 men emerge from the S.U.V. armed and unharmed. They dragged an unconscious Joss Carter from the wreck, and threw her in the back of the S.U.V. like she was nothing. Harold felt an anger surge through him that he had never felt before. He grabbed the tablet tightly as he erased his presence of ever showing up at the scene. Then he wrote down the license plate number on the S.U.V. He threw the tablet down on the seat next to him as he attempted to get his emotions under control.

*Come on old man get it together. She'll be fine. You just can't act alone.*

Finch took out his cell phone and dialed Reese's number. It automatically went to a woman's automated voice. The phone was no longer in service. He swallowed down a growl of anger and frustration, before he dialed Fusco's number. It rang several times before he answered.

"Fusco."

"Detective?"

"Glasses? It's been a while since I heard from you."

"I'm afraid that now is not the time to exchange pleasantries Detective. I need a favor. Where are you?"

"I'm at the precinct, I just got here."

"I need for you to run a license plate for me detective."

"Sure, what is it?"

"JNQ-9307."

Finch waited as Fusco ran the number through the database. If he had been at the library with the proper technology, he would've ran the plate himself.

"Finch, what is this about?"

"I'm afraid that the savages who are running around in this vehicle, have kidnapped detective Carter."

"Carter!? Our Carter!?"

"Yes detective."

"So what do you need my help for? Where's wonder boy?"

"Well I needed for you to tell me the owner of the vehicle, and assist me in rescuing detective Carter. As for our mutual friend….. he is nowhere to be found."

"Nowhere to be found!? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"I'll explain later detective. Now, do you know who the owner is."

Fusco sighed on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, and you're not gonna like it. The black Lincoln Navigator, is registered to our pal… Patrick Simmons."

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Joss carefully opened her eyes as they tried to adjust to the lighting in the room. She looked down, and noticed that she was strapped to a cold metal chair. She felt a warm wet trickle on the side of her head, which could only be described as blood. She looked around the room and saw one ceiling light positioned above the middle of the door, a metal door, and a one way mirror. Carter continues to look around frantically, trying to find anything to free her from the leather straps connecting her to the chair. But there was nothing. She strained with all of her might against the restraints, but to no avail. The door to her right suddenly swung open. The man whom was as evil and dirty as they came, stood before her. Joss noticed that he was slightly limping, probably from when Finch had hit him with the car. Finch, how she longed to tell him her true feelings for him. But she feared, that she might not live to tell him. She just prayed that he would find her in time.

"Detective Carter. So nice of you to drop by and visit me. I've been awfully lonely these past couple days."

Simmons stood in front of Carter with a sly smile on his face. She looked up at him with pure hatred, and continued to fight harder against her restraints.

"I wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want to scar up those pretty little wrists of yours now would you?"

Joss stopped moving her wrists.

"You think you're so smart, don't you smug son of a bitch!?"

Simmons shook his head and chuckled.

"I don't think you're in any position to be calling me names Carter."

"Did you really think you were that important to him!? Quinn didn't need you! You were just one of the other many clueless officers in his back pocket! That's why he's in jail, and you'll be rotting next to him."

Simmons smiled smugly.

"You think you know everything Carter? You don't know a damn thing. Quinn's no longer being held prisoner by the FBI, instead he's under protective custody."

Carter's mouth fell open.

"And he needs me more than you know. He needs me almost as much as he needed your little boyfriend Cal Beecher, before he had him put down like the dog he was."

Carter's mouth turned into a thin hard line as she tried to contain her anger. Sure Carter had had her suspicions about Cal, but she hadn't know that he was a full fledged member of HR.

"You're lying. Cal wasn't caught up with monsters like you."

Simmons chuckled once more.

"Oh but he was Carter. And on top of that, he was Quinn's godson."

Carter was shocked.

"What kind of inhuman bastard kills their own godson!?"

"Well, we knew Beecher was becoming too curious. And, the longer he was around you, the softer he became. We knew it was only a matter of time before he would want out. But instead, he became to concerned about things that he had no business even worrying about. Long story short, his curiosity got the better of him, so the kid had to go. There can be no risks in having loose ends in HR. So we make sure we take care of ever single liability there is. And Cal,…. well he was just another one of those liabilities. Another loose end that got tied up."

Carter shook her head as tears formed in her eyes.

"Why would you even tell me all of this!?"

Simmons carefully kneeled down in front of Carter and looked her in the eyes.

"Because Carter, you're not leaving this place alive. The only way you're getting out of here, is in a body bag."

Simmons leaned in close to Joss's left ear.

"And I didn't appreciate you or your vigilante friend making an attempt on my life the other night. You're going to die a slow and painful death Carter. I'm gonna make sure of that."

Carter looked up just in time to see a fist coming towards her, before she was thrown headfirst back into darkness.

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Finch and Fusco both stood before Alonzo Quinn. Fusco stood with a gun pointed towards him, and Finch stood awkwardly next to him. A trail of dead henchmen behind them in the doorway.

"Come on tough guy, I don't got all night! Where's Simmons!?"

Quinn just stared at Fusco, with no sign of opening his mouth. Suddenly, an unknown man's voice sounded from behind Fusco.

"Drop the gun slowly buddy, or I drop you and your friend."

Fusco dropped his gun on the carpet, and both him and Finch turned towards the man and raised their hands in surrender. Just when he was about to walk over and subdue them, Finch and Fusco witnessed the man's head explode. His body fell lifelessly to the ground, his blood spattered on the walls, small parts of his brain scattered on the carpet. John Reese stood with his gun raised, and a grave expression on his face. Fusco stared with an open mouth at John and the body. Finch turned an unhealthy shade of green. John however, ignored both of their reactions, and walked over to Quinn. He raised his gun to his forehead, and gave him an evil smile.

"Hello Alonzo. You're going to be very helpful and informational towards me in these next couple of minutes. Now, where is Patrick Simmons?"

Quinn took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and looked up at John.

"What if I don't want to tell you where is?"

"Well, I'm not asking you Alonzo. I'm telling you. Where is Simmons?"

"And I'm telling you to fuck off!"

John momentarily let his anger get the best of him, as he hit Quinn on the side of the head with his gun. He placed it back in front of his head again.

"You better spill it Alonzo before I spill you all over this carpet like your friend over there!"

"If I tell you, you'll probably kill me anyway."

"You're right Alonzo. In 3 minutes, I'm going to put a bullet in you, whether you give me the information or not. And if you choose not to, then I'll make it as painful as possible. You can best believe that. So, if I were you, I'd spend the last few minutes of my life being helpful. Doing something right for once."

Quinn looked down momentarily, and reluctantly agreed. John grabbed a notepad and pen off of a nearby dresser, and threw it to Quinn. He quickly wrote down the address, and handed it to John. John tore off the paper, and put it in his pocket.

"Thank you Alonzo. You've been very helpful."

John had raised the gun back up to Quinn's head and had his finger on the trigger. Finch quickly walked up next to Reese and stopped him.

"Mr. Reese don't!"

John turned his head to look at Finch. The man whom he has been fighting with for Carter's love. He temporarily put that aside to listen to Finch.

"I don't know Harold. He's hurt people, innocent people. He's a waste of space, a menace to society."

"That may be true Mr. Reese, but our job is to protect the innocent, not decide who lives or dies."

"Finch, every time we protect somebody, we're deciding who lives or dies! Every time we protect somebody, we're playing god!"

"We're not playing god Mr. Reese,….. we're simply delaying the inevitable."

Finch let his words momentarily sink in before he continued.

"Besides, Joss has only been using legal methods to bring down HR. Killing Quinn in cold blood, is not something that she wants you to do. Think about that Mr. Reese. Think about Joss."

Reese knew that Finch was right and reluctantly lowered his gun. Quinn grinned smugly.

"I knew you didn't have the balls to kill me."

John slammed the butt of his gun across the side of Quinn's head, knocking him out. Finch just looked John.

"He had to much mouth Finch. Even you have to agree."

Finch just shook his head, and grinned lightly. John, Harold, and Fusco quickly left the building, and hurried to get to Carter. Finch sat upfront with John whom was driving, and Fusco got in the backseat. Harold sat quietly in his seat. He prayed that Joss was alright. He had to tell her how much she meant to him, and he was willing to do anything to make sure that happened.

Author's Note 2: A lengthy one, I know. But thoughts? :D