Skinny Love
By: ChappiIchigo
Chapter Three: The Scars
Finch knows exactly what he is doing when approaching this woman; he knows how dangerous she is.
The thing that surprises him is the way people react to her, the way they approach her, as if they cannot see how just how menacing she is.
The way they don't think about the lean arm muscles that have neutralized countless enemies, her delicate hands make holding a gun elegant and legs that have kicked in doors.
He deducts that her graceful body make people dismiss her as an enemy that alone often than not costs them their life.
Finch now knows how it was she became a CIA agent, not because she's woman but because of how people perceive her.
"I can give you what you need," He meets her gaze, her green eyes are curious. "And what's that?"
"A purpose," Turning his body fully around he looks up at the woman, "More specifically you need a job, you can call me Mr. Finch."
It is the start of a very odd companionship.
November 2011, London.
"Harold!" He stops walking and hears the distinct sound of a chair scraping; before he can actually react, he has a face full of blonde hair, his nostrils attacked with the scent of perfume.
Finch wraps an arm around her waist and gives a firm squeeze but before he can even develop a response, he is suddenly setting in a café.
Jessica Walker, now known as Lindsey Smith orders a hot chocolate for him and espresso for herself.
Her eyes are just as blue as he remembers them to be, blonde hair up in a bun and she has dressed for the weather, jeans and a heavy coat.
"So, I know you didn't fly all the way out here just to congratulate me on my wedding," Jessica takes a sip of her espresso. Finch has always admired that trait about her, business before pleasure.
"No, I certainly haven't. Congratulations by the way." She rolls her eyes.
"Have you found her?" They pause as the server sets their beverages down, Finch answers when the server is back behind the counter.
"I found Joanna a long time ago; I just haven't kept close watch on her." Finch is telling a half of lie; he has kept a very close watch on the former CIA agent.
"What do you think she'll say Ms. Walker?" Jessica raises a brow at the title; the silence between them is tense. "She'll say no," Jessica sets her cup down on the table. "But that's at first, knowing Jo she will never turn down the opportunity to help others in need."
Finch raises a brow, "Well, I guess that answers a lot of my doubts." Jessica laughs, shaking her head.
They sit there in the café, surrounded by persons having conversation, teenagers tapping the keys on their laptops and speakers playing Indie music.
Ten minutes pass before Jessica sets down her now empty espresso cup, "Is there something you want to ask me Harold?" Finch can see the amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Do you think she will ever forgive us?" Jessica taken back by the question does not answer for a moment.
"No," She focuses her attention toward the life outside of the window. "I don't expect to be forgiven. To be quite honest, I hope she never forgives me."
Jessica is silent for a few moments before turning her gaze toward him. "But you...she'll forgive you."
Jessica slides a ten on the table for the bill and stands. Finch copies her movement's they make their way out into the busy streets of London, the air is harsh and the cold bitter.
Jessica's eyes are a bit teary when she hugs him farewell, but the words she whispers in his ear as she leaves he will never forget.
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