By the time nightfall came the child had been nothing but a perfect angel for Harbor, Sean had eaten, played and not cried once. If this was how motherhood was she honestly didn't see why people complained, or maybe she'd just gotten the most well behaved child to have ever existed.

The raven-haired beauty lay there in her bed and just watched the tiny child as he slept, Sean was utterly adorable, so tiny and cute. Silvery moonlight streamed in through her large bedroom window where it shined on his skin to give the infant an almost supernatural glow.

Harbor wasn't sure how many hours they'd spent together but she already adored the little one. She'd honestly not got any idea how anyone could ever even think of harming such an innocent boy. Killing an adult was one thing but a child?

"How could anyone ever hurt you, little one? Hmm?" She asked the silent room – save for Bear's snoring – more than Sean himself.

Harbor hadn't ever thought about having children, never had any siblings and hadn't been with Charlotte and Lydia long enough to grow attached. She'd not had a real relationship either, not really, sex wasn't a relationship or love. Harbor Caldwell had been alone for so much of her life, didn't really have friends. True she'd befriended some of the girls from Fowler's escort ring back at the hotel but ever since Harold and Reese had shut that down she'd lost touch with them. Autumn had held on the longest but she'd slipped through Harbor's fingers as well. The escort wasn't lonely, having only had one parent growing up then being alone from sixteen had taught her to be pretty resilient in all honesty. Still, laying there beside the young boy she found her eyes had been opened, it wasn't as though she suddenly craved a baby of her own any time soon, Harbor was only twenty-two after all, but the complete dismissal of the idea had faded.

Her mind flicked back to Harold holding Sean earlier that day and it had a grin on her face in seconds. Obviously the man was good with children, something Harbor had not seen coming, and she wondered if he'd ever been a father. Probably not, responded her mind, making Grace think he'd died was one thing but she couldn't imagine him doing the same to his own son or daughter even if it was to protect them. Shame, Hank really would have made a good father. Suddenly a strange mental image hit her, what if the tech genius and the escort had a kid? Harbor laughed, it would take over the world. She moved away from the silly image and back to Hank, he'd said that Sean hadn't been the first child to fall into their care. Harbor could imagine it easily enough, Hank and Reese arguing over what was best for a baby to eat, how to keep the child on a nap schedule that didn't interfere with them doing all manner of illegal shenanigans.

At some point sleep took the young woman into slumber, a peaceful sleep which she shared with Sean. Hank and John would undoubtedly be running around the city still but Harbor had done her bit and sleep was her reward.

~X~

Finch parked his Town Car and limped into Harbor's apartment building, he winced when he saw the elevator still out of order, he walked with a limp so five flights of stairs were not his friend. Still he didn't complain as he clambered up the stairs and even got a 'good afternoon' from one woman as they passed one another somewhere near the third floor. When he finally made it through to the halls on Harbor's floor he breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall a moment to ease his leg, then, when the ache had calmed down, he continued to her door.

The bespectacled man had been up all night to watch over Mister Reese and Miss Shaw as they hunted down every single threat to Sean. Sometimes the minds of people completely confused him and sparked an urge to go back to his code where everything made sense.

Hank had promised Harbor a few days at mostly and he'd fortunately he'd managed to keep that promise thanks to Reese's hard work.

He finally found his way to Harbor's apartment door where he knocked politely but loudly enough to be heard; at least he'd thought it was. Harold knocked again but still no answer came. He'd been about to tack her phone in case she'd gone out when a bark came from the other side. Bear! Suddenly a wave of worry and panic splashed over him. In seconds Harold started rummaging through his pockets until he found the spare key to her apartment and let himself in. Harold would worry about the ethical issues about it later.

Bear rushed to him for tickles but clearly wasn't on alert or concerned in the least, that just made it all the stranger that Harbor still hadn't answered him; especially because Sean wasn't anywhere in sight. He limped passed the kitchen and over to the shut bedroom door, without a word he stepped inside and there – thankfully – was Sean on the bed looking clean and fresh out the bath. Harold sighed deeply in relief … and then there was a shrill scream. Finch spun around to see Harbor wrapped in a towel and nothing else as she left the bathroom. Suddenly it seemed very logical why she'd not answered the door, the shower had been running behind two closed doors, of course she'd not heard him.

"Hank? What the hell?!"

Ah, yes, this doesn't look good, his mind told him rather unhelpfully. "I'm so sorry, Harbor. I called out and knocked but you didn't answer and with Sean in your care I grew worried."

Like a gentleman he averted his eyes even though he'd seen her naked multiple times before; it was the least he could do after he'd barged in. In the quick glance Hank had gotten he'd seen the way her damp locks clung to her neck and shoulders, the tiny drops of water as they rolled down the slope of her breasts; beautiful.

"So you go barging in like you own the place?"

Harold's eyes widened. "Em, I-"

She cut him off with that teasing smirk of hers. "Hank, relax. I get it, kid in danger, you needn't say more. Also, fully aware you do own the place." Harbor squinted questioningly then. "About that, are you sure you don't want rent?"

"Quite." He said without a moment of thought. Hank had no need for more money. "I apologize for the intrusion but as I said I was worried."

Harbor waved him off and instead went to Sean who lay on her bed. Harold tried, oh he really tried, not to ogle her backside and the way the gray towel clung to her but damn was she stunning. Harbor smiled down at Sean as he wiggled about in his baby towel before she went to her closet and started to dress. Hank couldn't see her behind the closet door but his eyes widened when the towel found itself thrown over the top of the door.

"Hank," she began in that lyrical voice of hers, "would you mind finishing getting him dry and put his onesie on, please?"

Finch quickly consented and did as asked. He couldn't help but smile at the child as he wriggled around and grinned clearly happy; he'd known Harbor would be a perfect caregiver. Harold had always loved the idea of being a parent, always wanted to be a father but no, with the life he led and the danger being a parent wasn't a good idea. He'd left Grace to keep her safe, offspring never being born was the best way to keep any children he could have had safe. Then there was his father, Harold had watched his father fade away over years without being able to do a single damn thing about it, if that ever happened to him he didn't want his son or daughter to be forced to watch as helplessly as he had. And he was too old, maybe a decade ago but not now.

"Is Sean safe now? You and Smiles save him like you saved me?" Harbor asked as she continued to dress. "Please tell me he is."

"Yes." Harold said assuringly. "Young Sean is safe. I never doubted he would be."

Lie! Since dropping the child off and that very moment he'd actually doubted Sean's safety sixteen times, all of which were a result of Miss Shaw going in all guns blazing.

"Who is going to take care of him now though?" She asked with a sense of sorrow. "You said his parents had been killed."

Carefully Harold pushed Sean's right arm into his onesie and closed the snaps then lifted the child into his arms to cradle and sat down on Harbor's bed.

"His aunt, his mother's sister-in-law, adores Sean and is more than willing to take him in."

They'd wondered why the aunt, a Missus Eliza O'Connor, hadn't been targeted but it all came clear when they'd learned she'd married into the family before being tragically widowed about a year earlier.

Harbor appeared from behind the closet door and closed it softly only to flash a smile at the tech genius.

"Good, he should be with family." She stepped towards him with a gentle clacking of her black heels. "Could you please zip me up?"

Harold stood quickly but realized he still held the child in his arms, seeing no other option Finch passed Sean to the escort then rounded her to zip up her pale orange dress. She chuckled then and Harold's eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Didn't see this coming." Finch's raised eyebrows turned to a furrowed brow so Harbor took pity on him and explained. "You, me, a baby."

He seemed calm on the outside but on the inside his blue-eyes were wide and panicked until he noticed the teasing gleam in Harbor's stunning polished emeralds.

She continued to chuckle as she rocked the small boy. "A whore and a reclusive tech genius, just imagine."

Together Harbor and Finch gathered up Sean's things and got him ready, however, when it came time to hand the child over Harbor was reluctant. In truth Harold didn't blame her, he could fully understand that she'd have come to care for the boy.

"Could I maybe … maybe come with you? Just so I know he's safe?"

The bespectacled man thought about it a time, on the one hand it would be helpful to have a little help with Sean until he got him to his Aunt Eliza, although, Harbor wasn't a part of his and Reese's world; he'd never intended that. Still, when he looked at the way she held Sean he knew she'd not be able to sleep unless she saw Sean safe for herself. Harold had brought Sean into her life, the least he could do was let her have some peace of mind.

Eventually he nodded and that was all Harbor needed. She held him all the way down the stairs to the street leaving Harold to only bring Sean's bag of things. They didn't speak as Harold drove to the aunt's house, not an uncomfortable one, just one where they didn't feel a need to speak. Both knew in that moment all they had to talk of was Sean and Harold had probably already said too much.

She cooed over the baby the entire way, bounced him as he giggled and wiggled his little rabbit at him as he grabbed at it. Every now and again Finch would cast a glance behind him to where she sat in the back seat with Sean in his carrier and smile; her compassion never ceased to amaze him.

When they finally arrived Finch spotted Mister Reese stood outside with Miss Shaw not two feet away, both looked desperate for slumber. The next thing he spotted as he exited the car and rounded it to help with the child was Missus O'Connor who seemed halfway between utter joy and total panic. Soon she'd have Sean in her arms and the boy would have a normal life.

The suit clad man held the door open for Harbor like a perfect gentleman so she could get Sean out before he reached in for Sean's bag. He wasn't stupid, Finch noticed the way Reese and Shaw flashed him questioning looks for bringing Harbor along but … well, this was how it was. Thinking about it seeing an innocent looking, young girl had been caring for her nephew rather than two heavily trained killers and a standoffish man with a limp, probably provided Sean's aunt some comfort; he hopped.

Slowly they approached the house and Missus O'Connor rushed down from her porch to Harbor and Sean. Blue eyes watched happily as Sean was handed over but Harold couldn't help seeing Harbor's reluctance – nor could John – her mothering instinct really had kicked in and Hank felt bad for her. Sure she'd get over it, wasn't like she'd reached 'adopt the kid' level but still, he'd handed her a child to protect and then just taken it away. Harold set Sean's bag down beside Missus O'Connor.

Unbeknownst to the bespectacled man Reese had quietly shuffled towards him without a sound, but once he was close enough he leant down to the shorter man.

"You been pretending you're one big happy family, huh, Hank?"

It was a stoic tease but Harold's head still snapped up so fast that it had to have hurt his neck.

"What?! There's been no pretending."

John smirked. "Oh, so you really are a big happy family. When is the wedding?"

"Mister Reese, I'd thank you to stop now." Replied Finch in a stern but quiet tone.

Despite Finch's clear annoyance Reese didn't stop, quite frankly he thought the shorter man needed to lighten up.

John rolled his eyes. "Come on, Harold, we saved the kid. Everything is okay. You could have asked Zoe to watch Sean or any number of other people but you went straight to Harbor. You didn't even think about it, just picked up his stuff, told Shaw to drive and went to Harbor's apartment."

"So?" Finch asked accusingly.

Reese sighed internally. "So, she loves you."

For a moment Finch's brain faltered, completely shut off like a computer performing a factory reset, then the world returned and Harold glared at his friend.

"Don't be absurd."

"Harold," Reese began as he raked a large hand down his face, "she's never tried to get anything about who you really are out of you, never questioned once. She took in Bear and then a baby without hesitation. You think she'd have done that for just anyone?"

Finch brushed Reese's comments off. "Harbor is a nice girl, doesn't mean she loves me."

Reese shrugged. "No, it doesn't." Another sigh. "But you wouldn't fight me so hard if you didn't at least have feelings for her as well. It's okay to love someone, Harold. It's okay to move on from Grace."

At the mention of his former fiancée's name Harold's irritation turned dark and angry.

"Please do not bring up this subject again, Mister Reese."

Then Hank stormed away – well, most people wouldn't have noticed the storming. When Harbor turned away from little Sean her brow furrowed to see the bespectacled man had vanished car and all. He'd not even said goodbye.

Confused the raven-haired beauty walked the short distance to Mister Reese, the whole time her eyes continued to flick about like Harold would suddenly pop up again.

"John, where did Hank go?"

Reese flashed her a look, one of mild pity. "He left … things to do, people to save."

Harbor paused a moment and slightly deflated and then, like it hadn't ever happened, that charming smile and sparkle in her eyes had returned. If John hadn't seen the change he'd have thought it all real.

"Oh. Well, if you tell me where I am I guess I can find my way back home."

Reese liked this girl, she didn't push, at first he'd thought she didn't care or wasn't smart enough to figure out just how much about the government and secret organizations Harold knew, then he'd realized how intelligent Harbor really was and gotten suspicious. Harbor had been fascinated by Harold because of the mysteries, because he knew all those things. Reese had come to understand that she didn't push not because she didn't care, she yearned to know and would happily take any piece Finch would give her for the jigsaw that was Harold Finch, but she respected him too much to do go searching. Respect was part of the reason the gray-haired man had stopped following Harold every chance he got.

Reese no longer had a doubt in his mind, he knew he was right. This utterly beautiful, young, intelligent woman genuinely loved Harold and yet Finch wouldn't let himself move on or believe it. For a genius that guy was seriously dumb.

"It's alright, Fusco will take us back." Said Shaw as she appeared beside them and Reese nodded.

The three of them headed to Detective Fusco's car without another word. Quite frankly Harbor felt a little abandoned, Reese was pissed with Harold and Shaw hadn't ever been that talkative. Reese hopped in the front seat while Shaw and Harbor got in the back only to find a disgruntled looking Fusco.

"You know I'm not a bloody cab service, right?!" Growled Lionel. "I've told you a dozen times that- wow!"

The detective cut himself off when he spotted Harbor in the seat directly behind his own via the mirror. His brown eyes raked up her long legs to the simple but effective dress then back down to her ridiculously high heels. This girl looked like she could kill a man in a totally different way to the other assassins in his car.

Harbor flashed him a smile. "Hello, Lion. Nice to finally meet you."

Clearly puzzled by the nickname he opened his mouth to question it before he decided he didn't care; this beauty could call him whatever she wanted. Instead he turned to Reese in the passenger seat beside him who'd been staring out the car at the houses that called the suburbs home.

"Who's your friend?" He asked. "And why is this one a stone cold fox?"

"Aww, you're sweet, Lion."

Sameen grimaced. "Please, don't encourage him."

Reese finally turned his attention back to the chubby detective. "She's Finch's girlfriend."

Fusco's eyes went wide in shock, Harbor's would have as well had she not thought the suit clad man was teasing.

"Yeah, pull the other one, Reese. No way Glasses landed her." He pointed at the escort with his thumb while he laughed.

Reese paused for a split second, if he couldn't get through to his boss then maybe he could get through to Harbor instead.

"Well he did have us move her stuff into her new apartment."

Fusco raised an eyebrow as he spun around in his chair. "That was for you?!"

Harbor nodded. "Yes, and thank you for doing that. Although, I'm not his girlfriend."

Reese sighed internally once more, maybe not.

"Still have sex with him though." Sameen wiggled her eyebrows.

Though on the surface she seemed to jest Shaw actually didn't want that mental image and regretted speaking almost instantly. The young woman beside her though just smiled brightly while Shaw buried herself deeply inside inspecting her knives; the entire time Fusco kept his eyes firmly locked on Harbor.

The escort shuffled forwards in her seat. "Word of advice, Lion, never underestimate the guy with a limp."

Completely at a loss as to what to say Fusco just started the car and drove away from suburbia.