Miss Caldwell left Timothy Myers' house in Cobble Hill with a smile on her face, Timothy always made her laugh. The trip back to her apartment didn't take long and she couldn't help but stop off at her favorite food truck on the way; a little treat for her at the end of the week. Truthfully, Harbor hadn't realized just how hungry she'd been until she started to lick the sauce from her Takoyaki off her fingers in an attempt to savor what was left only a few moments after she'd actually gotten her quick meal. For a few seconds she even toyed with the idea of returning for a second helping of Takoyaki but managed to convince herself otherwise.

She stepped into her building and let the sound of her heels on the tiled floor echo down the hall as she headed for the elevator only to stop when she saw the huge 'out of order' sign hung there.

"Seriously? Guess I could have had that second plate after all."

With a disgruntled sigh she made her way to the stairwell climbed who knew how many steps to her apartment on the fifth floor. All she'd learned by the time she got to her floor was that every other person in the building was just as pissed off about the elevator and that stairs were her new nemesis. Harbor hadn't been so pleased to see her front door in all her life, a glance down to her watch as she fished through her bag for her keys revealed the time to be bang on three o'clock. Maybe I'll have a really long shower, just me, some wine and the dulcet sound of Rammstein … or maybe Eisbrecher for a change. All her thoughts and mental song playlists died though when she walked into her apartment to find Shaw sat on her couch fiddling with a Beretta with Bear at her feet, the elder woman had started to make a habit of breaking into Harbor's apartment so it wasn't overly surprising when she just closed the door softly behind her and didn't make a fuss as she set her things down.

Their eyes locked for a moment – stunning green meeting cool brown – and Harbor had been about to ask what this little visit was all about when a gurgling noise caught her attention and her head snapped towards her kitchen just in time to see Harold leave it with a baby in his arms. The prostitute's eyes went wide and flooded with concern.

"Ah, Harbor, there you are." Hank seemed pleased to see her as he approached but she didn't even look at him, just the baby.

"Hank, please tell me you didn't steal a baby because I am not ready for kids yet."

The teasing went straight over Harold's head as he came closer still until Harbor wasn't more than a foot from him. Her heart melted the second she got a good look at the baby boy in Harold's arms, so adorable and tiny with bits of blond hair that stuck up everywhere.

"No." Said Finch as he finally started to explain what the fuck he was doing in her apartment with a baby that sure as hell wasn't his. "We saved him. Believe it or not this isn't the first time an infant has fallen into our care."

Okay, now I have a fuckton of questions.

Sameen drew their attention then when she gestured to the child with her gun and spoke in that disinterested tone of hers.

"I'm still weirded out how good with a kid he is."

The ex-assassin went mostly ignored since Harbor found herself more interested in the little one. The baby grinned and reached for her as she cooed over him, obviously the baby had decided he wanted the new adult to hold him a time but Harold made no attempt to hand him over.

"After the last child myself and Mister Reese took into our care I have realized that while we must keep the child as safe as possible, the safest place is not The Library. I do not wish to repeat the infant versus grenade incident."

Harbor's eyebrows shot up. "Grenade?"

For a moment or two Finch's mouth floundered as though trying to find a way of explaining that didn't sound like he and John had nearly killed a baby. He gave up about ten seconds later though and tried to shift the conversation along a bit.

"Not important. I do, however, need to ask you for a favor."

Somehow neither Harbor nor Shaw seemed overly convinced.

"Finch," began the seated woman, "I think she's figured it out by now."

Sure enough when Harold turned his cerulean orbs back to the young escort he found that though she'd been happy to coo over the child she had indeed figured out what this 'favor' he wanted was.

"I'm not a babysitting service, Hank." She told him sternly. "I didn't mind taking care of Bear, I don't think anyone ever would, but you can't dump a baby on me. He should be with his parents not an assassin, a whore and a man who doesn't exist."

Finch sighed as the child tugged on his tie. Harbor was right – usually was – but he really needed her to do this.

"I know, but unfortunately his mother and father have been murdered." Harbor paled at that, her eyes snapped to the child in concern. "I cannot tell you why but this boy has very special blood. People will kill him for that, they'd rather slay a child so they can keep their profits. Money is more important to these people. No one will ever suspect you have him so he's safe with you."

The young woman's brow furrowed. "His blood is special? How?"

"He just said he couldn't tell you." Shaw informed her with no emotion whatsoever.

For a couple of seconds Harold seemed to mull over the idea of telling her everything and how much she needed to know if she was going to care for the boy; that was if she actually agreed of course.

"His blood is worth its weight in gold in a way Golden Blood couldn't ever hope to be."

The raven-haired beauty didn't understand, she knew what the words meant individually but all together made no sense to her, still, Harbor didn't complain. Green eyes looked at the expression on Finch's face and then down to the young boy who refused to release his tie. After a moment she sighed deeply and stuck her arms out towards Harold.

"Give me the baby before I change my mind. I won't ask any more questions either."

Sudden amazement filled Harold's face, he'd honestly not expected her to agree after he'd heard her first comment. Root thrusting Bear into her care had been very different from him asking her to take in an infant.

"Have you ever taken care of a baby before?" Shaw asked curiously.

Harbor just shrugged. "Bit late for that question, don't you think, Sameen? I guess though, every woman has to figure it out when they first have a kid, right?"

Ever so carefully the tech genius handed the little boy over to Harbor, the child instantly cuddled into her chest; Hank didn't blame the kid. Her heart melted, this boy was utterly perfect and so sweet; she couldn't help but smile. Maybe later she'd question how quickly and easily her mothering instinct had triggered.

Harold appeared genuinely relieved. "Thank you, Harbor." Oh he truly meant that. "I will leave Bear with you for protection, I trust you remember his commands?"

That got him flashed a look that said 'dude, do you really have to ask' and Harold suddenly felt stupid.

"I've been speaking Dutch since I was twelve, yeah, I remember."

Shaw slipped her weapon away as she rose from the sofa and crossed the apartment to the front door, didn't seem like she wanted to be within ten feet of the kid and knowing Sameen Shaw she didn't. Neither Harold nor Harbor paid her any mind as she continued to rock the baby softly.

For a moment Finch got lost in how right Harbor looked with a child in her arms, all that compassion and kindness inside her left no doubt in Finch's mind that she'd make an excellent mother one day. Any child would be lucky to have Harbor Caldwell as their mother, Harold just envied whoever got to be the father because they'd get to see that heart-warming motherly smile every day.

"He's just been changed and fed so he'll probably want a nap in a little while. I left you a book on baby care as well, it's on your coffee table. His things are behind the couch." From the door Harbor heard Shaw mutter something which had sounded like 'good luck'. "Thank you for this, truly, Harbor. It shouldn't be long, a few days at most, Mister Reese is out in the field as we speak in an attempt to get to the bottom of this all. Fortunately Detective Fusco managed to slow our would be child killers down, at least for a short while."

Finch leant in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek then smiled down at the baby for a moment then headed for the door that Shaw had already vanished through. He'd just been about to reach for the handle when her angelic voice reached him.

"Hey, Hank?" He turned to face her. "This little guy got a name?"

Ahh, yes, probably a good idea she knows that. "Of course. His name is Sean."

And then Harbor was alone with the child. She just stood there a short while as she soaked up everything that had just happened; this was not what she'd had in mind when she'd left Timothy's house.

"What were you supposed to do? Tell Hank to leave with an helpless child in his arms?" Harbor questioned herself. "Yeah, because you were letting that happen."

Harbor made her way further into her apartment and around the couch to see the bags Hank had been talking about all neatly lined up and waiting for her, however, they went ignored because instead she went to sit where Shaw had been not two minutes earlier. Green eyes glanced over to Bear as she cuddled the child close, Bear seemed happy enough to wander around doing his thing so Harbor left him to it. The raven-haired beauty peered down at Sean, he couldn't have been more than maybe eight or nine moths, so small and perfect. Sean really was beautiful.

She grinned. "You're going to be a little heartthrob, aren't you, Seany."

Harbor teased as she breathed him in, he smelt of baby. Harbor hadn't ever held a child before, and Sean was so perfect. Suddenly her vocabulary had faded to nothing but perfect. The escort sat there with him cuddled close while she tried to figure out what she was going to do and how.

Harbor made a mental list so she could get it all straight for herself. The baby was in danger so it probably wasn't best to go parading Sean around Central Park but what else? Careful so as not to disturb the boy she reached for the book Hank had left on the coffee table and started to read. Sure she could have put every page into her head in about three seconds but that didn't mean she'd read it. Harbor made sure to read every single word, needed to make sure she wouldn't be the one to endanger Sean accidentally. Even reading slowly didn't take Harbor's brain all that long and soon enough the baby book had been tossed back down where she'd found it.

Ever so carefully a kiss was placed on the top of Sean's little head and his soft blond locks. He'd fallen asleep against her chest, his little hands rested on her breast lazily. With a gentle smile she pushed herself to her feet as quietly as possible and headed to her bedroom with Bear not far behind. She lay the boy down on her soft bed then surrounded him with pillows to keep him safe before she went back for the bags Harold and Sameen had left.

Maybe she should have been angry Finch had basically used her as a babysitting service but when she'd looked at that sweet little boy she'd realized her feelings on the subject didn't matter one iota; Sean mattered. How could she have just turned him away knowing evil people wanted to kill him, kill a child!

Harbor shoved away her thoughts of the danger Sean had found himself in for the crime of being born and turned her attention back to the bags. Inside she found everything one could imagine for taking care of an infant as well as a tiny stuffed rabbit which was only slightly larger than her palm.

"Aww, cute."

She smiled to herself as she crossed back to her room where she set the rabbit down beside the boy who had already drifted off.

~X~

Harold sat at his desk with his blue orbs focused on the mass of screens before him. Miss Shaw had vanished to 'handle something' while Reese continued to rush around the Manhattan streets at his usual gruff pace; everyone seemed to be in complete control of their part of saving this child.

"She take the baby?" Asked John via his earpiece as he rushed through Sugar Hill towards East Harlam.

"Yes, Mister Reese." Replied Finch softly. "Harbor agreed to look after Sean for us. However, I did assure her this would only be for a couple of days at the very most."

The last thing Harold wanted was for the escort to think he saw her as little more than a place for him to dump his problems.

John chuckled in that way of his. "Then I'd best track down Foster, hadn't I."

Harold truly hoped he did, not just for Harbor but for young Sean. No one should harm a child, especially one so young and innocent; the whole concept sickened Finch. The boy's parents had already been murdered, why The Machine hadn't given them their Numbers Harold had no clue, but they'd gotten Sean's Number and Harold would not let him suffer the same fate; he was eight months old for God's sake.