Is it- Is it January yet? Oh. My. God!, What an amazing episode! And that ending! I don't know if laugh or cry, so I kind of did both and then, when I re-watched it and heard Reese telling Finch he was happy I just die a little bit more. *sobs* Why must they torture us like this? Why?
I don't owe Person of Interest or any of its characters and as always, thanks to the lovely PJTL156 for the beta.
"I'm not gonna make it, Harold. Sorry I screwed up. But I meant what I said yesterday. So, thanks, Harold. It was fun."
Without waiting for Finch's frantic words of disagreement, Reese took his earpiece out and threw it to the ground before destroying his phone with the butt of his gun. He couldn't take any chances on Donnelly getting any information out of it.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about Finch risking his life to come and save him this time. Donnelly's men were taking care of that.
Still crouched down behind the fiber paper drums where he had been taking cover, Reese allowed his mind a moment to regard the regretful thoughts struggling to rise.
His first regret was the numbers. What was Finch going to do with them now? He did not believe -not even for a second- that Finch would just let go of them. No. Finch would keep working on them, even if he couldn't do anything to help them. The corner of Reese's lips curled up sourly. That was one of the things he admired more about Finch; what had lead him to trust the mysterious billionaire so much; his dedication, his stubborn and caring personality.
Reese's heart clenched. Who was going to protect Finch from Root now? He was leaving him unprotected at her mercy. Reese clenched his jaw. It wasn't like he had an option on the matter.
Drawing a breath, Reese straightened up, shutting up the thoughts and getting his head back in the game. Reese's gaze fell to the gun in his hand, his fingers tightening around it.
He could end it all, right now. He could take away from Donnelly the pleasure of catching him and keep the Agency from getting their claws on him again. The CIA wasn't supposed to operate on U.S. soil, but he knew better. As soon as they hear he was caught, they would make their usual smooth moves and they would have him back in no time. With everything he knew they wouldn't waste any time with formalities and niceties. They would 'take care' of him and care about the mess later.
Hearing rushed footsteps above him, Reese finger curled around the trigger.
He was not afraid to die. It had been a long time since he had been. Way before the CIA and Snow and Stanton's gentle ways. He didn't even remember what it was like to be afraid of death anymore. He wondered if that was a good or a bad thing.
After a beat, his fingers relaxed, the gun slipping from his hand. No. He wasn't going to take the easy way. He owned Finch that much. He owned himself that much.
Perhaps he could even make something out of this mess. Donnelly was trying to expose the CIA for what it really was; what it really did. With all the secrets he knew, Reese could help him make that happen. He could even give him information about Stanton and Snow so he could stop them before she accomplished whatever it was she was planning.
Reese smiled grimly to himself. Right, and Donnelly was going to trust him and everything he said right away, especially with the Agent's latest theory about him.
"Freeze!" A voice behind him shouted. "Turn around slowly, and put your hands where I can see them."
Without offering the slightest sign of resistance, Reese did as he was told, thanking Harold in his head one more time.
He didn't care what would happen to him. It had been worth it.
A/N: I already have some ideas to write Finch, Carter and Fusco's POV too, but I don't want to post them without their proper beta-reading. Sadly, my lovely beta, PJTL156 is out of reach right now so I was hopping any of you would be kind enought to beta the shots for me. They probably would be the same length as this one, so just PM me or let me know on your reviews. I totally would love you for that!