Whooo! Such a long time since I've written anything! Well, here I am once again with another new story in mind. Hopefully this will go well, and that may all of you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it.

So on with the story!

Person of Interest does not belong to me, only the plot and the OCCs.

Enjoy!

POI

"Hey, are they ready?"

"Yeah, just a couple of more weeks, and they'll be shipped out. We can get them there."

"Good. These are priceless things. If anything goes bad, I'll kill you."

"Trust me nothing will go bad."

POI

John Reese walked the streets of New York from his hotel towards the Library, as he would on any day when he didn't have to save anybody from an impending danger or doing surveillance on a number.

No, this day would seem to be peaceful. Maybe after checking with Finch, he would go walk around the city, sneak up on Fusco to see if anything was going in HR, or call Carter – beep – John checked his cell, before reaching up his earpiece, before answering. "Good Morning, Finch" he greeted with a smile, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Good Morning, Mr. Reese. Am I right to assume that you're coming to the library?" Finch asked.

"Yes." Reese answered. "Do we have a new number?" "Yes. It just came right now" "Alright, be there in a few minutes" he said before reaching up to his earpiece to end the call. Alright, so he didn't have the day to himself, but it would sure as hell better than be bored. He turned a corner before reaching a coffee shop. Coming out with two cups, one coffee and the other green tea with one sugar, he made his way to the library.

POI

Going up the stairs he went down the endless columns of books, before reaching to his destination in the library.

"Hello, Finch. So who's our new number today?" he asked upon reaching the table, setting down the tea and drinking his coffee. Finch looked up from his monitor, before getting up and headed for the broken glass.

"Her name is Rosalyn Isolde Ibarra. She's 22 years old, works at a veterinary clinic, and is the zoo's veterinary assistant, lives with her 16 year old brother Kenneth, and 1 ½ year old daughter Delilah. No record whatsoever." He said, reaching out for her picture. Besides Rosalyn's picture, were other two pictures, one of a boy and the other Rosalyn with a baby. Something in his voice wasn't right, Reese thought, these people mean something to Finch, but now wasn't the time for question; he needed to know who this number was. Reese walked over and looked.

Rosalyn was a beautiful woman. Medium skin, a farmer's tan, with straight dark brown hair and brown eyes, one would say that she was a model. Something about her seemed familiar to Reese. Kenneth, unlike his sister was a bit lighter skinned and had short curly hair, but he also had brown eyes. Baby was nothing like them, she had light brown skin, brown hair and grey eyes.

"Anything else I should know about her?" Reese asked while inspecting the pictures. He knew if Rosalyn's number came, she must be mixed up in something.

"That is all for the moment, Mr. Reese. Anything else comes up I'll be sure to let you know. Here's the address" he said while handing him a piece of paper with the address written on it. Reese read the address and started to head out. "Call me when you get there" Reese nodded in response.

POI

Reese parked his car across the street from the house of his current number: a white 2-story house, with a small balcony on top with a sliding door, and a large balcony on the bottom it, seemed like a nice family home. He called Finch, letting him know that he was there and asked if there was anything else. Everything seemed peaceful for half an hour. Reese checked the clock from his car. 6:00, a bit early, he thought. He was here now, so might as well wait and see.

Another half hour passed, before a light turned on from the second floor. He could make out a figure behind the curtains, stretching, before disappearing into another room. After a few minutes, the figure appeared again and moved the curtains to the side, opening the sliding door came out a slim figure woman, with a dog next to her. She wore what seems to be a red sports bra and black skin-tight shorts, stretching once more while breathing the crisp morning air, Rosalyn rested her forearms in the rails and smiled. She looked down to the dog before talking. She then went inside once more.

POI

Rosalyn woke up this morning like any other, at 6:30 sharp. Moving to New York City 3 ½ years ago, was something she never thought of doing, something that she always dream of, but now here she was, living here with her brother, daughter, 2 dogs, 2 cats, a monkey, and a falcon. Getting out of bed, she stretched, "Morning, Mitcha" she said, and went to the bathroom. Getting out of the bathroom she changed from her pjs (her pjs being a big shirt and sweatpants) to a sports bra and shorts. A dog lying next to the bed decided to get up and stretch.

She then walked towards her window, moving both the curtains and slider; she came out to her balcony with another stretch and breathed in the crisp morning air. She rested her forearms on the rail, and smiled at the sight. Her house was a bit taller than others, but she could only see the rooftops and trees. She then looked down at her dog before saying "Beautiful morning, isn't it Mitch?" Mitcha looked up, barked and waged his tail. "Sit" she commands "Stay". Obediently Mitcha sits and waits for his master to come back.

POI

"Finch got anything on our number?" Reese asked.

"Not much. Just that she moved here from California three years ago, has custody over her brother, has permission to own a falcon and a capuchin monkey, has a little ranch outside of the city, and that she loves to dance. She also used to volunteer at a veterinary clinic when she was in high school." Finch replied.

"Are you sure? I'm sensing that you know more than what your machine has given you" He asked dryly. If Finch knew something about her, then he should know that he will find out sooner or later. When he got no answer he asked again "Finch?"

"Yes, I do Mr. Reese" Finch answered a bit hesitant. "I'll tell you more about her later on, just make sure that she gets to work safe". "Alright" so Finch knew this woman before, I wonder what they were to each other, Reese pondered, before seeing Rosalyn come out with a falcon in her forearm.

POI

Rosalyn came into her balcony once more with the predator on her arm. "Easy now, Horus" she soothed the animal "You'll be out soon enough". Horus was getting a bit frisky, wanting to get out, spread her wings, and hunt. Rosalyn chuckled at her feather friend's antics, flapping wings and a foot going out.

She reached the balcony, before releasing the string tied around one of Horus's legs. Kissing he bird's head she lowered her arm before lifting it up again. Horus, in sync, spread her wings and flapped; she jumped of Rosalyn's arm and flapped harder, before getting into a steady flight. Rosalyn kissed the side of her finger, touched her forehead, and whispered "fly high, my friend." She lingered a bit longer watching in the direction the bird too off, she sighed and looked down at Mitcha." C'mon Mitch, we gotta make breakfast and wake Kenny up" she said before going inside with the dog following behind.