Just a Weapon (1/?) PoI fanfic

Pairing/Characters: Reese/Finch
Rating: G (for now)
Summery: “I’m just a weapon, Finch. Weapons don’t need downtime or hobbies. Sure I have side-projects, but they all lead down to this job.”
Word Count: 883
Author's Note: Actually the first idea for a PoI fanfic I had, but was put off since I didn’t have much at the time. In Finch’s point of view.


It didn’t happen right away. The signs came before anything, but the actual action wasn’t until much later. At first, I had chalked up the signs to his training, his paranoia that was similar to my own. I was constantly on the defensive around him, unless a number came up and then a third of my guards were down because I was more focused on the work than being cautious around John. He was professional enough to not take advantage of that... often.


There was one time that I’ll not be soon forgetting. He was out observing our latest number, and it was during a time where nearly nothing was happening. I was busy researching the number, but had our line open in case something happened. After not having it open and loosing contact for an excessive amount of time, we recently decided to leave it open just in case. It had been quiet for around an hour, and apparently John got bored.


“So Finch. Where is it you sleep?”


I was shocked more by the sudden desire to start a conversation more than the question. Though the question itself was also shocking. Due to both of these things, it took me a moment to find my voice. When I did, I couldn’t keep the affronted tone out of it.


“Pardon?”


I could hear a soft chuckle from his end, before he repeated the question seriously. When I realized that this wasn’t a joke, and he was probing for clues again, I let a sharp undertone of irritation seep into my voice. This was hardly the time.


“I don’t see any reason this is relevant, Mr. Reese. The location I sleep is hardly your concern nor will it help close the gap in information.”


He stopped asking for the rest of the duration of this particular number. I had thought maybe he had either given up or forgotten about it when the next day rolled around. We seemed to have developed a routine, he would walk into the library with two coffee cups, one filled with his morning beverage, the other with my sencha green tea. I never asked him to, he just did it all on his own. I wasn’t about to complain, since complaining would only waste time that could have been more practically spent.


That morning however, as he was handing over my tea, he asked the same question. This time I could see his smirk and curious glint in his gray blue eyes. When I didn’t give him an immediate answer, he started telling me his ideas.


“I’ve been wondering about this since that morning I first brought you coffee. You were asleep at the desk, which either means you worked so hard you passed out, or you stay in the library.”
I thought about just staying silent. I promised him I wouldn’t lie to him, and I wasn’t about to, but I never said anything about giving him answers. It’s not lying if I keep quiet. Somehow, that seemed almost like cheating. I took a sip of my tea and slowly walked around him.


I was fairly positive he would follow me, so it came as no surprise when I heard the soft tap of his shoes just a pace behind me. I’ll give him credit that he has mastered keeping up with me without showing he was holding back for my pace. It’s irritating when people obviously slow down just so my sad excuse of walking can keep up.


I lead him to a hallway just barely hidden by a tall bookshelf. It wasn’t too far from where my computers and the numbers were set up. The hallway had a few doors, and I opened the first two. I stepped out of the way so he could observe both of them.


“As a precaution I’ve outfitted two suitable rooms to use as sleeping chambers should it be an emergency. To your question to if I sleep here, yes on occasion. Do I try and make a habit of it, no.”
He seemed slightly impressed for a moment, before that amused smile possessed his face again. His voice was like velvet when he replied with a low rumble. 


“Emergency huh? Like working yourself to exhaustion every night?”


I gave him a slightly irritated look before starting back to the main room. I could feel his satisfied smile burning the back of my head, though thankfully he didn’t say more. He returned with me to look at the new number, and things seemed to go back to normal. His curiosity was sated for now, but I was sure it wouldn’t be for long.