AN: I'm not sure about this one but I'm going to put it here anyway because I want to. This is another Person of Interest thing, but instead of pocket!Finch we have tiny!Reese which is almost just as adorable. I wrote this a while back, so it might be terrible? I dunno, you decide. I stuck to the cannon a bit, amazingly. This is supposed to be the end of the episode Number Crunch, only I've turned it into Reese and Finch's first face-to-face meeting :) enjoy!

Carter had given him up. He didn't want to say betrayed. He understood where she was coming from and certainly didn't blame her. But it hurt all the same. Or maybe that was just the bullet in his gut.

"Mr. Reese? What's happening? Are you alright?" Finch's voice came through his earpiece. There was an undertone of panic in it that Reese did not like at all.

"They shot me, Finch. I think..." He winced, stumbling as he tried to push on. "It's not looking good."

"Where are you, Mr. Reese?"

"No, don't come, Finch. Snow's here and we can't risk you getting caught."

"Agent Snow? You mean detective Carter actually-"

"It's not her fault. She didn't know." John wasn't even really sure why he was defending her.

A moment passed filled with the sound of fast typing before he heard Finch again. "Alright, just keep moving John. I'm coming for you. When you reach the end of the street, wait for me."

Of course his employer would trace his phone. John knew he should destroy it. Keep Finch from coming. The world needed Harold more than it needed him. John considered himself replaceable. Finch was not. If he was taken by Snow, that would be it. But, there was a part of him that didn't want to let go of hope just yet. If he could just walk a little bit further, he might be able to save one more person. He might survive to fight another day. He could finally meet the man who had become his friend.

John stumbled and fell to his knees. His goal was still so far away. Vision blurred, Reese felt himself losing consciousness. He fell forward, until someone caught him. Blinking, he looked up to see Carter.

"You're in bad shape." She said, worry in her eyes. Glancing around fervently, she pulled his arm around her neck and helped him to his feet.

Was she going to try and turn him in again?

"M- my friend's... Coming for me." He could barely get the words out, he felt so weak.

"Where?"

The question surprised him. Was she actually trying to help him now?

John managed to lift his arm to point down the street. She nodded, and together they made their way slowly along the sidewalk. When they finally made it, John felt some of his energy return to him. He stumbled away from Carter, looking around for something. A car, a person, anything. But there was nothing. Only empty street.

Breathing heavily from the exertion, Reese fell back against an old, greying wall that stood there. He closed his eyes and sank down into a sitting position, his legs no longer able to support him.

"Where's your friend?" Carter was still looking around, but had no more luck that he did.

"Finch?" John spoke into his earpiece. There was no response. "Finch, are you there?" Still nothing. "Harold?"

...

"I'm here, Mr. Reese."

John breathed a small sigh of relief. "You had me worried for a second." But when he looked around, there was still no one in sight. Only Carter stood by, keeping an eye out for Snow and his cronies.

"Where are you?" Reese asked.

"Hold on-" John's earpiece was picking up some strange noises along with Finch's voice. "Just... give me a moment." It sounded like Harold was struggling with something.

Then the sky started to shake.

Of course, what was above Reese and Carter's heads was not the real sky. It was merely a hodgepodge of connected materials, mainly wood and cardboard, that had been painted blue for the sake of appearances. The real thing was hardly comparable.

It was the section directly above them that was shifting. Small bits of debris rained down as the piece was removed completely.

"John?"

Reese heard his name coming from his earpiece, but also from the hole in the fake sky. Carter was backing away, eyes glued to the spot. Completely shocked by the sight, she seemed to forget everything else.

On the other hand, John felt surprisingly calm. It was as though a thick blanket had covered his senses and muffled his feelings. He watched through blurry vision as a hand bigger than himself was lowered through the opening. He barely felt anything as it picked him up.

"Just stay calm, John. I've got you."

As he was being lifted up, he heard Carter yell, "stop!"

She had her gun out, the hand froze.

"It's alright, Joss," Reese said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm pretty sure... This is that friend I was telling you about," He smiled somewhat ruefully.

Carter only stared at him in disbelief, but she lowered her weapon. The hand continued in its ascension. Before he realized it, the world Reese knew had disappeared from his line of sight. Now the only thing he saw was the worried face of a man he thought he knew.

"Finch?" He breathed, only wanting some kind of confirmation.

"Yes, Mr. Reese, it's me. Don't worry, I'm going to get you help."

Then everything went dark as John lost consciousness.

PS: to Dragonfire Alchemist, I unfortunately have not watched Once Upon a Time. Although I have been thinking about picking it up so maybe someday :) I DO have another Supernatural idea that I've been sitting on for a while, so look forward to that! Thanks so much for all the reviews, you are amazing!