A/N: For those of you who are reading Deep Blue, I am still very much writing on that story, this is just something I had to start writing, my muse wouldn't let it go! Hope you enjoy!

Special thanks: CCA, you rock! Thanks for helping me out and telling me what sounded good and what not, can't thank you enough! And to Laurie Lasagna also! Can't leave out MonaCK, she helped spark the idea!

Summary: The saying goes, 'what you don't know won't hurt you,' but for some it's completely opposite. What you don't know –will- hurt you.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Don't own them, I just get to borrow them for awhile.

What He Doesn't Know Will Hurt Him Anyway:Chapter One

"We'll say he was working on his car. Dad always worked on his car."

Finney sat back in his recliner as he drank down the rest of his beer. He was attempting to watch an old movie on American Movie Classics, but his mind kept wondering to his father's death. People at work would say that he was over the death now, and had moved on, but truth was that he was very good at hiding it.

"Everyone keeps looking at us, like they know."

"Of course they know Finney, he was in his suit."

He couldn't accept the fact that his father went out the way he did. He died a coward, he couldn't face up to his problems like a man, and he left his brother, sister, and most importantly his mother in a very bad situation. He gripped the neck of the beer bottle and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Back before he became a cop he always thought his father did the right thing. It never occurred to him that he was dirty, not one single bit. The whole reason he had become a cop was because he wanted to be like his father, to get the scum off of the streets the right way. It was a huge blow to his stomach when he found out the truth about CT.

Now that he did have the facts, looking back at events that happened when he was younger started to make sense and fall into place for him. The nights his father would come home really late, the private phone calls he'd get that he'd take outside, the way he'd dodge Brendan's questions about the job trying to shelter him as best as he could. It was strange to think that there was such a time that he was so naïve to not even realize what his father was up to, it almost made him extremely mad. There wasn't anything he could do about it now; hopefully his father's sins were buried with him.


He got to work the next day about 15 minutes early. For some reason there were times when he still felt pretty uncomfortable around authority figures that had worked with his father, especially Sully, who seemed to make it a point everyday to bring something up.

Walking into the locker room Sully was the first person he saw. He gave a small nod his way and went to his locker, hoping deep inside that for one day Sully wouldn't feel the need to say anything to him. Of course he wasn't that lucky, and he heard Sully's beaming voice echo throughout the locker room walls, only this time it was actually something nice.

"How's your mother doing?" Sully remembered seeing Mrs. Finney come into the station from time to time, trying to see her husband as much as she could since he wasn't at home that often.

Finney looked up from his shoes. "She's fine. She's strong." He was thankful Ty came in to take some of the heat off of him. "Hey Davis."

"Hey Finney." He placed his bag in his locker and looked at Finney smirking. "You missed a good time last night at Haggerty's."

Finney nodded as he finished buttoning up his shirt, walking to the mirror where he smoothed out some hair that was sticking up. "Yeah? What did I miss?"

Sully grumbled before Davis could even respond to Finney's question. "Brace yourself, it's bound to be a riveting story."

Davis ignored him, finally answering Finney. "Not a whole lot, had a drinking contest."

"No, at Haggerty's, what are the odds?" Sully retorted as he exited out of the locker room, not even giving the two younger cops a chance to rebute to his remark.

"Was Grace there?" Finney didn't want to come off sounding like a kid in high school, trying to get the latest gossip but the question just slipped out of his mouth. The moment he said it, he wished he could just suck the words right back into his mouth.

Davis shot him a huge grin, giving a playful giggle. "Yep, she was there. She asked where you were." Davis paused. "Where exactly were you anyway?"

"My mother's house." He didn't want to say why, so he left it at that, hoping Davis wouldn't ask anymore of it, which he didn't. "I'll see you in role call."


The weather outside was muggy. The humidity seemed to be right at 100, almost like you couldn't breath outside. The minute you took a step you were already sweating. The clouds above hanged low over the high rises, making the city of New York picturesque, almost like someone had taken a paint brush and let their imagination fly.

"Oh boy, today is going to be busy." Ty replied, looking up at the clouds as they got in 5-5 David to start the day.

"How do you know, the shift barely started."

Davis shook his head. "Finney my man, you have a lot to learn." He turned the keys in the ignition, listening to the v8 motor turn on with a loud hum. "It's one of the first hot days this city is having since winter time."

Finney shrugged. "So?"

"So that means everyone is going to be outside today." He pointed to the side of the street, at a stoop where several people sat, playing cards and drinking out of amber bottles. "Stoops get occupied, people drink. I don't think I need to say much more."

Finney watched as some kids sprayed each other down with water guns. "Yeah, I remember, back when I was a kid we'd go down the street to our neighbor's and bust open the fire hydrant." He smiled at the thought. "My dad sure did kick my ass when he found out what I was up to, but it was worth it."

"Yeah, I think every kid that has grown up in New York has done that at least once. Kind of like the way kids down in the south swim in their stock tanks that water their horses."

Finney laughed, looking out the window again, this time spotting two men violently arguing with each other. "Stop the car Davis."

Before Davis even brought the car to a complete stop Finney was out, making his way up to the two men that now resorted to shoving. "Woah, what's going on?" Finney asked, backing up a few people that had gathered around. Davis tried pulling one of the men away, but he just moved closer to the other guy.

"He cheated at five card draw!" The man gritted his teeth as he wiped some sweat from his brow. "He's crazy if he thinks he's going to get away with cheating me!"

"How do you know he was cheating?" Finney hated to think that Davis was right, but just by the looks of this the day would be very long for both of them.

"He's won 3 hands in a row! I know he's not that lucky!"

The stench of alcohol was evident on both of the men's breath. Davis couldn't help but smirk. "Sir, 3 hands isn't that much of a streak. You two need to split up and go home before you both do something you will regret."

"I'll never regret kicking his ass. Besides, I'm not going back to my house until the sun goes down, I don't got no air conditioner."

"Okay, well go play poker with someone else. If we see you two around each other again, we are taking you in. And believe me, the climate out here is a lot more comfortable than a cell." Finney backed away. "Go on, split up."

The one man that had been doing all the talking nodded. "Alright, I'll let it ride for now."

"I told you it'd be like this Finney." Ty looked down at his watch. "And it's only 3:20."

They didn't notice but the whole time they were at the scene a man was standing on the corner, watching every move both of the officers made, taking notes down as well as peering into a set of small binoculars. He turned to walk away when he saw their RMP was on the move again, he'd catch up with them later.


"5-5 David, respond to 42nd street, apartment 21, domestic dispute in progress."

Finney read the look on Ty's face, and before he could even say anything, Finney broke in. "Spare me the I told you so's, now I'll know for next time." He queued his radio, "10-4 Central, on our way." He looked at his watch. "I gotta learn to stop glancing at the clock."

They made it to the scene where a couple was out on the curb, screaming at the top of their lungs. "I wonder why a change of weather makes people crazy." Ty replied, shaking his head as they both got out of the car. "Okay, you two need to back away from each other now!"

"That's going to be the quote of the day, I can already tell." Finney then became serious. "Tell us what's going on, one at a time." He pointed at the lady, "You go first."

"He's trying to take my kids. He knows he doesn't have custody of them."

"That's crap and you know it Sheryl, I just came by to see them. She won't even let me go in the house to say hi."

Both Finney and Davis stood back, letting them get the full story, as long as it didn't get out of control. "Okay, continue." Davis said, folding his arms over his chest. This was all too amusing for him right now, even though it was a serious situation.

"He can't see the kids when it's not a scheduled visit, the judge said that. I'm just trying to stick to the rules so I don't risk losing my kids to this loser!"

That's when Finney broke in. "She's right you know, if the court ruled only scheduled visits then you can't be showing up like this. Things like this start happening, making your kid's life a living hell."

The man gave a sarcastic laugh, "Oh and you, you are going to come here and tell me what I can and can't do? This is none of your business. Why don't you go write some parking tickets or something and let me handle this myself."

"From the looks of it you aren't handling it well at all. We are going to have to ask you to leave before we take you in."

The man backed away, but before Finney knew it the man sent a backhand across Finney's face, causing his nose to bleed. "Yeah, you are not going to tell me what to do you son of a bitch!" Finney immediately felt the pain from the sharp blow, quickly putting his hands over the blood flow. Before he could even do anything Davis had the man in custody.

"Big mistake pal, we were going to let you go, let you out of this with a warning."

"So what changed your mind?" The man gritted his teeth, trying to fight Davis off.

"You gotta be kidding me! You just assaulted a police officer; your ass is going to jail! That's a big no no in this city!" Davis looked over at Finney. "You okay man?"

"Yeah yeah." He glared at the man. "I swear these jagoffs get stupider every day."

The same man that was watching them earlier was now down the street of this scene, and he couldn't help but laugh at what he had just watched. Young Officer Finney, getting beat up by a lowlife, it couldn't get better than that. That's when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Where are you at?" The raspy voice on the other end asked, growing impatient.

"I'm just watching Finney Junior, scoping out his day. I'll think I'll run by his mother's house later, see if I can catch anything."


Finney was glad that the day was over, it seemed like every second he was looking at his watch. Davis was completely right, the hot weather brought out every moron the city had to offer, and it seemed they came into contact with every one of them.

"Hey Finney, a few of us are going to Haggerty's, you wanna come?"

"I don't know man, I might need to go to my mother's."

Davis smirked, "I'm sure Grace is going, don't want to miss her again tonight now do you?"

"Alright alright, you convinced me. I'll see you over there."


He walked into the bar, not sure if he should be here but if he went to his mom's he'd only be sitting around, watching her cry and feeling awkward, so this was a good choice. He immediately looked around the room for Grace, but at first she couldn't be spotted. He pushed through a crowd of people dancing to "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and made his way to the bar.

"Grace is over there!" Davis yelled over the music.

"That obvious that I'm looking for her?"

"C'mon man, you look like a little lost puppy dog looking for their owner."

Finney didn't even respond, and he walked to the back corner where she was talking with some other medics. He smiled at her, handing her a beer. "You looked like you could use a drink."

She gladly accepted it. "Hey Brendan." She pulled him for a light kiss. "Glad you could make it tonight."

"Me too, it's good seeing you."


Mrs. Finney was dosing off into sleep when she heard a car door open below her bedroom window, down in the driveway. She got up out of bed, peeking out the window. "Who the hell would be coming to the house this late?" She continued to watch as the dark character got out of the car, but didn't proceed to the front door. They just stood beside their vehicle, staring up at the house.

Her heart began to beat out of her chest, wondering what was going on. It definitely wasn't Brendan coming for a visit; it was someone she did not recognize. She grabbed for her phone on her nightstand, dialing Brendan's cell phone. It rang, but his voicemail picked up. "Shit." She then left a message after he was done talking. "Brendan, this is mom, I need you to come over here when you get this message!" She hung up, hoping he'd get it soon. She continued to stare out the window, and now the man was walking through the yard, still keeping his eyes on the house. "Dammit Brendan, where are you?"


"I'll be right back." Finney said, leaving his beer with Grace. "I gotta hit the head." He walked into the bathroom, noticing he had a missed call on his cell phone. He opened the face of it up listening to the short message; the voice of his frantic mother came over the line. He gripped the phone tightly, almost breaking it. What could be going on? Was she just having one of her panicked moments? He wouldn't know for sure until he went to check it out.

He walked up to Grace. "Hey, I gotta get going, my mom just called." He patted her back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Is everything okay?"

He shrugged, not even sure himself. "I don't know."


The prowler was still out there, and Mrs. Finney was growing extremely scared that she didn't even want to move out of her bed. That's when she went to her younger son's room, checking to make sure he was still safe. She also looked in on her daughter, and both were sound asleep.

The man outside finally walked back to his car, getting in. He had done enough looking for the night and drove away. Mrs. Finney sighed, now looking from the window in the living room. She slid down to the floor, clutching the phone to her chest. The sound of another car door made her frantic again, and she was too scared to even look this time. She heard a key go into the lock, and in came her son.

"Mom, what's going on?" From the looks of things he thought she was having another attack.

"Oh my God, Brendan." She stood up, hugging him tightly. He could feel her body shiver, and he knew something was definitely wrong.

"Mom, what happened?"

She swallowed hard. "Brendan, there was a man outside. He parked in the driveway; he watched the house for a good while until you got here! I didn't know what to do."

He let her go, walking out to the yard to see if anything was left behind. She followed, though she was still a tad bit leery to make a step outside. "He stood in the driveway, then he walked through the yard."

"Why didn't you call 911, they would've gotten here faster than I did."

"I panicked."

Something wasn't right about this. He had a bad feeling all day that someone was watching them, and now this at the end of the day, a prowler at his mom's house. It made him angry. "Okay, I'll spend the night tonight. Everything will be okay." He led his mom back in the house, locking the three locks on the door and activating the security system. "Go to sleep mom, it's probably nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing."

He nodded, kissing her on the forehead. "It's ok." He knew it wasn't, but nothing could be done right now. He wasn't sure if his mother hallucinated it, or if it did in fact happen, but for now he'd assume it did, just to keep his family on the safe side.

TBC….let me know what ya think!