AN: Hello everybody! My next short is Person of Interest (I adore this show) Since I cannot find ANY tiny!finch fic at all, I wanted to try it out and see how people react. I think it's adorable and will probably be writing more, but I would definitely appreciate your opinion on the subject :) and as always, thx for reading ~

Reese stared in unbelieving astonishment at the figure before him. Was this even real? What on earth did this mean? However, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. The secrecy, the caution, the need-to-know type personality. Pieces that had always seemed a bit off now slid perfectly into place in his mind with a satisfying click.

"Harold?" Still, he felt the need confirm the fact. After all, these were less than normal circumstances.

The impossibly small man took a step back in alarm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself.

John felt a bit guilty for startling his employer so. Although, considering the things he had done in his lifetime, he couldn't say he'd blame anyone for being afraid of him.

"yes, Mr Reese, it's me." His answer was curt and, though his voice trembled a little more than usual, he sounded a bit put off. "How did you find this place?"

Reese shrugged, "well, you know me. I'm very resourceful."

"yes, I suppose you are..."

Silence fell, the awkward kind. Reese just couldn't stop staring, a fact which clearly made the little person uncomfortable.

"how long were you planning on keeping this a secret?"

Finch shrugged, "you really have to ask that?"

Reese straitened up, making it clear that he wasn't leaving until he got some kind of answer.

Leaning more heavily on his cane, Finch began in a slightly frustrated, somewhat weary voice. "Forever, ideally. The less people know about me, the better for everyone involved. I never intended for you to find out. Much less find out in this particular way. It opens the way for...unwelcome questions. I don't have time to explain things, and I don't particularly want to either. If you wish to continue in your current line of employment, you will come no closer."

Considering a moment, John thought it would be unwise, at least at this time, to press anything. They both needed some space to recover and adjust to this surprising turn of events.

"I suppose that's reasonable."

Finch seemed surprise, "you're alright with this?"

"you're the boss. And I can't afford to be fired."

Finch frowned, not sure what to think. It wasn't often he was lost for words but this man could certainly surprise him. Of course, he would have to set new precautions in place now that he knew, but he didn't think it would be too much trouble. Actually, this new situation might turn out to be an improvement. Harold could dare to hope. In any case, it would be interesting at the very least.

"Well, since I'm here I may as well be useful. How do you like your coffee?"

Once again, Finch found himself surprised. This man was indeed different.

"I'm afraid there's no time for that at the moment. We have a new number. I was just about to call you before...well, you'd better get to work."

John grabbed his coat, "right, I'm on it. They just don't stop, do they."

He was about to open the door when Harold spoke again, "Mr Reese?"

"yes?"

he hesitated, changing his mind, "just..be careful."

Reese nodded, "you know me Harold, I'm always careful."

And with a quick smile, he was gone.