DISCLAIMER: STILL DON'T OWN PERSON OF INTEREST.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, here's the LAST installment of my oneshot collection for this series. I took a little bit more of an artistic license on this one, but I felt that Finch mentioned Carter enough to maybe pay her a visit. So yeah. Hope you all enjoy it! (And enjoy tomorrow's new episode!) -EAJP

Carter resisted the urge to scream when she saw who was calling her again. This was John's tenth time calling her today. Tenth time. When was he going to take the hint that she was through with him and his vigilante sense of justice? She was done with him – and now all she needed to do was convince him (and herself) of that.

The detective tossed her phone on her coffee table and rolled her eyes as the doorbell rang. She assumed it was Taylor, since they were supposed to go out to dinner and he was coming home from his friend's house.

"Forget your keys again?" Carter called out, laughter in her voice.

She didn't bother checking to see if it actually was Taylor, but when she opened the door, she realized she probably should have.

"Hello, Detective Carter," Finch greeted, professional as ever.

Carter stood there and stared at her rather unwelcome houseguest. Something was odd about him today -he was using a cane and looked a little more haggard than he usually did. Either way, Carter didn't want to be looking at him. Without saying a word, she slammed the door in his face.

Or at least tried to. Finch moved his cane quicker than Carter thought he could and wedged it in the door.

"I promise you, Detective, this will only take a moment."

Joss glared at the older man for a second. "Fine," she conceded, "But you have five minutes, you hear me? Five."

"Thank you," Finch replied as Carter stepped aside and let him in. "That's all I need."

"Mhm," Carter replied, lips pursed. "Take a seat." She gestured toward her living room and Finch hobbled over to one of her arm chairs.

Carter sat back down on her sofa and ran a hand through her hair tiredly. "Alright, Mr. Burdette-Or-Whatever-Your-Name-Is, what do you want?"

"Well," Finch paused for a moment, weighing his words before continuing, "I want you to get over your disagreement with John."

"You want me to what?" Carter exclaimed, eyes wide, "He gave up Moretti's safe house. That's not even a disagreement."

"He didn't have a choice –" Finch protested weakly.

"Didn't have a choice," Carter mocked angrily, "Both of you. I'm sick of both of you. You're too worried about playing God to actually care about anyone else."

"Detective, I know the situation isn't ideal –"

"You're damn right, it's not ideal. You two have me running around with the FBI and the CIA after me, and you don't do a thing in return."

Finch sighed, "Detective Carter, I admit, our methods aren't particularly easy to deal with, but we're helping people – you're helping people."

Carter stared at him, her face set in a hard line. "Your five minutes are almost up."

Finch rubbed his knee uncomfortably. "All I'm asking is that you at least consider talking to John again. I promise you that we'll do what we can to help your fight with Elias when the time comes."

After a few moments, Carter decided that this mystery man was being sincere. With a sigh, she resigned, "Okay, I'll think about it. But I'm not making any promises."

"I'm glad to hear that," Finch replied, a slight smile gracing his lips, "I'll show myself out."

Carter waved a hand at him in a dismissive manner and watched him limp toward the door.

Right as Finch put his hand on the doorknob, Carter sprung up from her seat. "Hey, wait a second."

Finch raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes, Detective?"

"What's with the cane?" she asked, "And why do you look like you spent an entire weekend drinking it up or something?"

"I had a rough night." Finch looked at her somewhat annoyed - whether at her or the memory of what happened, she wasn't sure.

"A rough night? Kidnap another baby?"

Finch suppressed a chuckle. "Let's just say I didn't feel like my usual self."

"Whatever." Carter looked doubtful but accepted the explanation. "Have a good night."

"You too, Detective." With that, her unexpected visitor vanished out the door and into the night.

Joss stared at the closed door for a minute before turning her attention to her cell again. That guy was probably right – John did what he had to do. Hell, Carter might have done the same thing if she were in his position.

With that in mind, Carter felt her anger toward him deflate. She even considered returning John's call, but decided against it. That mess could wait until morning.

Besides, Carter always found it fun to play hard-to-get every once in a while.

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