A/N: here's chapter two! Sorry it took awhile to update, but I was trying to put final touches on this! Thanks to the people who responded to the first chapter, it inspired me to try and hurry on this one! You rock, and thanks for letting me know how you feel about it! Also, the show never really mentioned Finney's brother's and sister's names so I'm just sort of making that up!

Rating: PG-13, with some strong language, so you have been warned!

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.

Special Thanks: Again to CCA, without her it would've taken MUCH longer to produce this chapter, and also it wouldn't be as good! Thanks girlie! Also to MonaCK for helping spark the idea to do a Finney fic like this!

Disclaimer: Still don't own them, and if I did believe me you'd know! (winks)

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What He Doesn't Know Will Hurt Him Anyway Chapter Two

Finney quickly rolled over, feeling his body slam hard onto the floor. He squinted his eyes, slowly awakening from the hard jolt to his body, only to realize he wasn't at his house, in his room, but in the living room of his mother's house. He looked up, seeing that he fell off the couch. He pushed his body to a sitting position, looking around as if he was on some far distant planet. He looked at his watch, it was 7 AM, and he was now wide-awake.

His memory then came back to him, funny how you forget things when you are still half-asleep. His mother. Supposedly a prowler was outside her house last night. He still wasn't sure if she was being delusional, or if it really happened but either way you could never be too careful.

He found his boots lying under the coffee table, and he grabbed them. He walked to the front yard, feeling that it was still pretty cold out. The sun coming up was beautiful, cascading a radiant shade of orange and purple through the clouds. He usually wasn't up early enough to see this site, and he was somewhat glad he was today. He was hoping that maybe with some shred of luck he could see some evidence left behind by the prowler, maybe footsteps or anything, but the yard looked like it always did, neat and tidy, with every ounce of perfection written across it.

His thoughts were interrupted by his little brother walking outside. He looked a lot like Brendan, they were both small, but his brother was smaller, considering the fact that he was younger, and still in high school. He still hadn't gotten over his father's death, but that was to be expected, he was a lot closer to CT than Brendan ever was.

"Brendan, what are you doing here?"

Finney licked his lips, he didn't want to let his little brother in on what could possibly be happening and scare him. "I just stayed over last night, see how mom was doing." He could tell his brother wasn't getting much rest either. "You doing okay Bryce?"

Bryce nodded. "Yep, I gotta go get ready for school. I'll see you later."

Finney nodded. "See ya." He then walked through the grass, but of course there was nothing. Maybe his mother did dream it or think she saw something. He wouldn't be sure until he saw it with his own eyes. He walked back into the house, trying not to make too much of a sound to wake her up, but it was too late. She was standing on the landing upstairs, looking down at him, her hair was a tangled mess and there was makeup caked under her eyes.

"Mornin' Ma." He began to walk up the stairs but he noticed she was coming down. "Want some breakfast or something?"

She held her hand up. "No, don't feel burdened to stay here Brendan. Go home."

"Burdened? I don't feel burdened." He put the coffee can he had in his hand down. What she just said really hit him hard.

"Just go home Brendan, get some rest. Everything is fine here."

He wasn't exactly sure why she was acting this way, but it was like a whole different person than last night when she was pleading for him to keep them safe. He knew it had to do with her depression, but it was still hard to understand. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, walking towards the door.

"I think someone needs to take their own advice. You need rest." With that comment he opened the door and left. He'd be back later, it was just too awkward to be there at the moment, especially when she told him to leave anyway.


"Everything okay Brendan?" Ty noticed that he looked rough, but there was no telling with Finney. "You look like hell."

Finney heard Davis talking, but he didn't even register that he was speaking to him. He just went about his business, staying in his own little world. That's when he felt a hand around his bicep, causing him to jump.

"Hey man, we playing the quiet game today?" Davis then walked back to his locker after he succeeded in getting Finney's attention. "You better grow a brain, I don't want to work with a vegetable today."

Finney nodded. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. Just have a lot on my mind."

Swersky peaked his head in, "Role call in five minutes."


"Did you go home with Grace last night?" Davis asked, trying to break the silence. He tapped his fingers on the window, glancing at Finney from the passenger side.

"No, I didn't." Finney didn't want to sound defensive but the last thing he wanted to talk about was last night. He was still debating if it really happened, but nonetheless it had him worried. For one, if it did now he's gotta worry about someone bothering his family, and if it didn't he had to think about his mom's mental health.

"What did you do then?"

Finney glared at him as if he asked a really offensive question. "I went to my mom's." He knew by Davis' facial expressions that he was about to get razzed about it. "And don't say any crass remarks, it was a legitimate reason why I went over there."

"Crass? I was just wondering why you'd do that over hanging out with your girl but you said it's a good reason so that's cool."

"5-5 David, respond to 34th and 3rd, FDNY needs you to direct traffic."

"Perfect."


"Did you go to the Finney house last night?" Two people were meeting at Battery Park, trying to keep a low profile as they smoothed out their future plans.

The other person nodded. "Yeah, I didn't see much. The oldest son showed up right after I left. I'm glad I decided to go when I did."

"Shit, we need to do something about him, he's making it where we can't get the information we need. It's a shame CT is dead now, his family has to pay for the dirty deeds he did. He lucked out, being dead is a much better alternative than what is going to happen to the rest of his family."

Both of them smiled as they walked to their car. "Just keep an eye out for the cop. He's the kink in this plan."


Finney pulled the RMP up to the curb, barely squeezing it in from the pile up of cars that were trying to get through the intersection. The building that was on fire was spreading from one high rise to the next, causing all streets to shutdown. He and Davis saw Sully and Monroe already on scene.

"We are directing them down 3rd." Sully said as he waved on some more cars, each driver glaring at them as if this was their fault.

Finney didn't want to be here, and he couldn't resist asking, "What do you need us here for? Looks like you have it under control." He couldn't help but look up at the leaping flames, like some rubber necker, trying to be nosey.

"Because I need you two to go down the block and start directing traffic over there. We have to close down both ends of the street."

They went past the fire, the heat from it could be felt all the way down on the ground where they were, and it was several stories up. "Huge ass fire and we get stuck directing traffic." Finney shook his head as he waved cars down 3rd avenue."

Davis smirked. "Well what else could you do? Go into the fire without any gear. That's really smart."

"WOAH! Go down 3rd, this streets closed!" Finney yelled into the window of a small Chevrolet Cobalt as they tried to speed past them. "What gives you the right to drive through when no one else can!"

"Finney you need to chill out, it could be worse."

Before Finney could respond, a black Lincoln Town Car broke through the traffic jam, speeding up as it came near both officers, the roar of the engine seemed to echo off of the asphalt. "Davis, that car isn't slowing down!" He tried jumping out of the way but his body wouldn't move, it was like he was in shock. Luckily the car came to a screeching halt inches before it came into contact with Finney.

"Get out of the way you fucking cop!" The man behind the steering wheel reared his fist out the window at him, trying to send some kind of warning.

At first Finney just stared into the front window, not sure what to do. Then, his anger took over, and all he could see was red. He walked to the driver's side, gritting his teeth.

"What the hell is your problem? Can you NOT see that we are sending all the traffic around the block?" So bad did Finney want to clock this guy, but he held back. He looked behind to see that Davis was still directing traffic, but also watching him too.

The man glared at Finney, sending chills down his spine from the cold look he sent to him. "Feel lucky, next time I won't stop." That's all the man said, and with that comment he backed up, taking the car down the detour they were sending everyone else to. Finney felt sick, something was up with that, just by the look in the man's face. It wasn't just some random driver mad about the delay, there was something else behind it. Little did Finney know that it was the same guy that was present in his mother's yard the night before, only this time he came face to face with him.


Finney couldn't get the recent event from that call out of his head. The hollow look in the man's eyes, the way his voice sounded like thunder through his ears. His instincts were screaming at him that he needed to get the man's information, but he didn't even think about that until it was too late. At least he knew what kind of car it was, but that wouldn't be much help. There were thousands of black Lincoln Town Cars in the city, so that would be useless.

"Feel lucky, next time I won't stop." What exactly did he mean by next time? Finney ran his hands over his face and through his hair, trying to not think about it, for all he knew it could just be his imagination and the man just had that intimidating effect on people.

"Earth to Finney, you okay man?" Davis waved his hand in front of Finney's face. "Good thing I'm not letting you drive or you'd have ran us into the East River."

Finney finally blinked; looking to the side at Davis, but the blank expression on his face remained. "Huh?" He saw Davis' mouth moving, but he didn't comprehend what he was saying. He might as well have been talking in a foreign language.

"You haven't said a word to me since that call back there. Everything okay?"

Finney closed his eyes, but quickly opened them when he saw the image of the man come into his vision. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just kind of tired." He paused. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Davis about it or not, he didn't want Davis knowing the man had him worried but he couldn't resist. "Hey, that black car that nearly hit me, did you happen to see what the jagoff inside looked like?"

Davis nodded. "I got a glance at him, why?"

Finney didn't know how to answer that. "Uhm, well because…I was just wondering. I thought I recognized him from somewhere." He looked away. 'Good cover up you moron' he thought. Now Davis really would wonder.

"Probably some low life we've picked up before. Who knows? You got lucky though, that guy came close."

Finney frowned, looking down at the floorboard. "Yeah I guess. Look, I don't wanna talk about it anymore, I was just wondering if you saw him."


After the shift Finney had a hard time deciding what to do. He needed to blow off some steam, so it was either go out to a bar and drink, or work out. He walked past the gym before he left, finally making himself push the swinging door open. Luckily there was no one working out that he normally talked to, so he walked past, changing into some sweats and a tank top. He stopped at the punching bag, where he chose to let out all his stress on that.

He taped his hands up to resist any injury to them from the hard impact, and then he began. He wasn't sure why boxing helped him so much, most of his buddies went running but this is what he chose. Each punch got harder as he sent the 45-pound bag in a circle. He felt the sweat pour from his forehead and some fell into his eyes, slightly stinging them but he ignored it, working harder with every minute. His body screamed for him to stop, but he ignored it, letting his mind work over his body, allowing an internal fight.

He finally stopped, realizing the tape had came loose, and a few of his knuckles were cut up. He wiped them clean, that was normal. He seemed to always overdo it so it was nothing new. He walked to his gym bag, noticing that he had 2 missed calls from Grace on his cell phone. She left one message, asking if he could come over, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to, he might take the day out on her but who knows, she could be what he needed at the moment. He quickly showered, washing the days work away, and headed to her apartment, his mother's safety on his mind.

He gave a small knock on her door, his knuckles screamed out in pain from it. He put his hand in a fist, and that took some of the pain away. She greeted him with a smile, pulling him in.

"Hey Brendan, what have you been up to?"

He looked away as he walked farther into her living room, sitting on the arm of her couch. "I worked out for a little bit. Didn't realize you had called me until I was done."

She nodded, noticing his mangled hand. "What did you do, beat the hell out of a suspect today?" She walked to her kitchen, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer. "Put some ice on it, that's going to swell up."

He looked at the pack like it was some foreign object, but then gently placed it on his knuckles. It sent an instant relief to them. "Nah, I just beat the hell out of a punching bag."

She noticed he wasn't the normal Brendan she hung out with after work, his usual smiling face was now creased with worry. "There something you wanna talk about?" She sat beside him on the couch, grabbing his other hand.

"How was your day?" He knew that she could read him well, but he tried to cover it up as best as he could with that random question.

"It was fine. It'd be better if you told me what's going on."

He stood up, pacing in front of her. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

"I can just tell." She grabbed a small pillow from beside her and tossed it around. "It's cool if you don't want to talk about it, I just wanted to let you know I'm here if you needed it. I mean, you left Haggerty's in a hurry last night and said something was up with your mother. Just making sure it's ok now."

Finney's stomach jolted. "I think she was just having one of her moments. She feels so insecure with dad being gone." He leaned down to kiss Grace. "I should probably be getting over there and make sure she's okay tonight. I don't like her acting like that around my brother and sister."

Grace kissed him back. "Okay. We should go have lunch tomorrow."

He nodded, "Just call me."

He got on the elevator, the doors quickly began to shut when someone stuck their arm in, trying to catch the elevator before it went down. The man squeezed in, giving Finney a small smile, or more of a relieved one that he caught it. Finney didn't smile back, but studied the man. It then hit him like a freight train; it was the same guy that nearly ran him over earlier. He backed away, to the back of the elevator wall. His heart began to beat out of his chest. Was it a coincidence or was something going on?

The man slowly turned his head to the side, giving Finney that same glare that was now etched in his mind forever. "I had a talk with your mom today." He flashed an evil smile, exposing his ivory teeth.

Finney stayed up against the wall, the thought of that bastard near his mother made him want to shoot him dead right there.

"So quiet? Your mom sure wasn't." He looked away, laughing an evil laugh that made the hair on Finney's neck raise. "She thought I was a salesman, she let me right in."

Finney finally came to his senses, moving towards the man. "You stay the fuck away from my mother." He slammed the man up against the adjacent wall, moving in to choke him. He gripped his neck, but didn't put enough pressure on it to do much harm.

"Or?" The stench of alcohol on the man's breath made Finney back away a tad bit.

"Or I'll bury your ass."

The man gave out another raspy laugh. "Yeah, we'll see who gets buried first." The elevator came to a stop on the ground level, and the man slipped out, not saying another word, leaving Finney there to think about what just happened. Now he knew for sure it wasn't some angry driver, but someone wanted something from him, but what? He should've chased after the man, but at least now he had some type of visual, if that would be helpful, or if it was already too late…


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