Last chapter! I told you it was short. :)

Nothing but Quinn belongs to me!

After a few days and a couple more attempts on Quinn's life, John had finally killed Josef and relocated her to an aunt's house.

He could finally return to his house. And his sketches. He returned to the sketch of Bear. He hadn't even gone to Finch's house after this number. He had had too much time to think while Quinn was sleeping and he couldn't face Finch. He had just finished up the sketch when there was a knock on the door. He jumped to his feet and put his guard up to high alert again. He checked the peephole to find Finch standing outside of his door.

"Finch? What are you doing here?" John asked when he answered the door.

"Are you alright, Mr. Reese? You seem distant lately, John," Finch said in a worried tone, "we can always hold off on numbers for a week or so." John was stunned.

"No, Finch. It's alright. It's nothing. I just need some sleep is all," John lied. What he really needed was Finch.

Harold Finch wasn't usually a nosy or pushy man, but John Reese intrigued him. More than intrigued him. Harold was in love with John Reese. There it was. The truth.

"Mr- John... I," Finch couldn't do it. They were partners and associates. His mouth was dry. He was panicking and started backing out of the doorframe.

"Finch? Are you okay? Now you're acting strange," John observed. Finch was loosing it.

"Oh, hell," Finch muttered as pulled John toward him. He brushed his lips softly against the younger man's lips. John was taken aback by this, but he didn't fight it. When the kiss broke, both men stared at each other before John invited him inside. Finch looked a bit reluctant to do so.

"It's okay, Finch. We can just have tea. I picked some up on the off chance you would ever come by the house," John told him. The two sat at the table waiting for the tea to boil.

"John, I don't think... I mean..." he didn't know how to say it.

"You don't want a sexual relationship?" John asked outright. Finch nodded. He had never been a sexual person. He was more of an intellectual and emotional man. Then again, he liked physical contact. The two drank their tea in silence. Neither had been in quite the same situation before. They were two people, off the map, that only had each other.

"Would you like to stay here for the night?" John asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Finch said.

"We're both adults here. There's nothing to worry about," John replied. The sincerity in his eyes was evident. Finch agreed and John let him borrow a pair of sweatpants. The two climbed into bed and faced each other. Neither was wearing a shirt. John was the first to make a small move. He took Finch's hands and placed them on his chest. Finch brushed his hands over John's rock hard abs. He then tilted his face up to meet John's. John brushed his tongue slowly over Finch's bottom lip. It sent shivers up his spine. After the kiss, the two cuddled up together. John's strong arms protectively holding Finch as he'd wanted to do for a long time. Suddenly, Bear jumped up on the foot of the bed. John chuckled.

"Looks like we have a child after all," he observed. Finch laughed.

"I believe you're right," he said as he snuggled closer, "goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, Harold."

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