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"I've got eyes on Collier," John murmured "He's heading for her apartment now"

"Find out what he's searching for, John, there's got to be more to this than her just thinking everything is being watched.... I'll keep digging in her files" Harold informed the ex-spy.

"Fusco, How are you two doing?"

"Miss artist is asleep now, I don't know how well she's been sleeping though." the Detective whispered.

"How so, Detective?" Finch cocked his head, and paused his typing.

"She almost looks scared."

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Collier rifled through Y/N's apartment, tossing papers, flipping furniture and tearing out drawers.

"Don't you know it's rude to be in a lady's apartment without her permission?" John teased, gun pointed at Peter.

"I'm looking for the truth, what's your excuse?"

"I'm protecting the innocent." he set his jaw as they locked eyes.

"Innocent? Hah!" Collier rolled his eyes "We know she has files that prove she isn't innocent."

"You find anything like that, Finch?" the taller inquired.

"I just found a series of encrypted files buried under art files, I'm decrypting them now. I'll let you know what I find" Harold responded.

Collier lunged for John easily getting deflected by the older man and stumbling under his own momentum, he recovered a moment later and clocked the taller in the jaw. The hit sent John back a few steps giving Collier room to draw his gun and hastily shoot, catching Reese in the shoulder and stumbling him.

"Mr. Reese! Are you alright?" the gunshot startled the tech savvy man.

"Fine, Finch." John was able to shoot Collier in the thigh before he took off again causing the ex-operative to curse and slump back against the floor.

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Y/n woke up a few short hours later with a kink in her neck and alone in the small room. For a moment panic rose in her throat like bile and she shot out of the chair, taking a breath when she found John in the kitchen. The man looked up when he heard her startled breath.

"We wouldn't leave you alone," He soothed as he began to remove the bandage on his wound.

She hadn't initially registered that he was shirtless.

E/c eyes landed on the angry looking puncture and she willed away the blush to look him in the eyes once more.

"I can give you a hand... if ya want I mean." she brushed a hand through her sleep mussed hair as a minor distraction for herself while John mulled over her words. Steely eyes roved over the various supplies on the counter and his mind wondered to trying to contort and clean the exit wound beneath his shoulder blade before finally nodding.

"... I'd appreciate it, Y/n." He offered a genuinely sheepish half smile as she nodded and stepped closer to peel the gauze off of his shoulder with a small hiss at how it looked. "Squeamish?" John raised a brow.

"Not horribly, but this looks painful," She responded, reaching for a rag and the alcohol "I'm sorry in advance, John." Y/n tried her damnedest to be gentle while she cleaned away the dried blood, apologizing once again when he let out a puff of air through his nose.

"I've had worse," he half joked trying not to focus on the warmth of her touch (despite her fingers being cold). Y/n let her eyes wander a bit as she grabbed the new roll of medical tape and sure enough the man before her had various scars littered across his skin, some a harsh pink against his usual complexion and others faded and softened with age. It pulled at her a bit to see the proof of the 'worse' on this caring person before her and she shook her head slightly to bat away the thought. A small yawn pulled from her lips as she secured that patch of gauze while he chuckled

"Oh, excuse me," she laughed lightly "if you want to turn around I can get that side, please." John wordlessly did as she requested trying to keep any wincing to a minimum as she used the alcohol once more. Y/n tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of John's eyes on her.

As he had suspected the bruise on her cheek had bloomed an angry deep purplish red color that covered a large area and no doubt hurt. He tilted his head slightly as he quickly glanced to see if she had any other injuries, he was limited due to the sweat pants and tank she wore, but from what he saw she looked otherwise alright and moved his gaze back to her face. E/c caught his blue for a moment and she paused.

"That looks pretty sore, we should get some ice on it next." John murmured, looking down to the tile when she went back to what she was doing.

"I've had worse." The smile could be heard in her playful tone as she finished up and gently pat his shoulder before going to wash her hands. He rolled his eyes and shrugged his shirt back over his shoulders before going over to the freezer to look through it.

"Here," He pulled a bag of peas out and wrapped it in a hand towel before passing it to Y/n who huffed and shook her head with a smile "It'll help take the swelling down." She cocked a brow at him and crossed her arms "I won't tell anyone, you can still be tough" he teased making her crack and let out a laugh.

"Fine, but how am I supposed to read with a pile of frozen vegetables on my face? Bear was hoping we could continue where we left off." John began to button up his shirt and glanced to said canine who was happily asleep under the table then to the clock, it was rather late by this point.

"I think he might be right," He nodded to Bear Bond as he snored lightly "You need some rest." Y/n paled a bit at his suggestion and shifted slightly. "That's alright," He murmured startling her and thinking for a moment "I suppose I can take a turn reading." he offered, shocking her. "Can't leave Bear hanging, can we?"

"I-I... I mean, uh, sure if you want to" Y/n looked like she had been caught in the headlights and looked everywhere but at John. "Lead the way then." She nodded wordlessly, patting her thigh to wake Bear up.

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They had settled onto the love seat, Y/n in one corner of it and John in the other intending to leave a respectable amount of space but Bear decided that that was his spot and sandwiched between them. John opened the red book to begin on the next tale at a relaxed pace and soon found he had eased into it. The tension Y/n seemed to have been holding onto since the moment they had met started to melt a bit and she too began to relax and just listen to his voice. John glanced up when he noticed she had laid her head back. "Keep goin' I'm just resting my eyes," she mumbled, sleep obviously beginning to pull at her but he continued on.

A little while later Y/n was fully asleep, curled up with Bear as far on top of her as he could get and snoozing quietly. John stretched lightly not wanting to get up and risk the exhausted artist and opted for lounging back himself .

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Needless to say when Fusco came in for his turn to keep an eye on things he got a nice picture of the three of them.

Lucky for him he got his phone into his pocket before John opened his eyes.

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It was another average day, Y/N followed her usual routine and trudged in her rut. First the library, then the coffee shop, maybe after she'd change it up and go draw in the park for a while.

"Hey Laverne," Y/N murmured walking into the library, the scent of old pages and worn leather hitting her as she took a deep content breath.

"Y/n! What's the pick of the week now?" A stout woman inquired from behind her desk. Y/N chuckled and shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

"You're going to laugh," She teased as she wondered down an aisle.

"Try me."

"It's the Bazaar of Bad Dreams... Again." she added the last bit a tad sheepishly

"With all that King you read it's hard to believe that you don't constantly have nightmares." the short woman laughed and rolled her eyes before going back to her filing.

"What, this one is my favorite of his!" she stuck her tongue out in a childish manor as she went about filling out the card, which most spaces on consisted of her name.

"Mhmm, sure." she clacked away at her keyboard "Go flirt with that barista now."

"Oh please." her nose crinkled at the idea "Anthony is definitely not my type, you know that."

"I forgot, you like older mysterious men, Don't you?"

"Laverne!" Her cheeks flared a bright crimson "I'm leaving now, I can't believe you," Y/N laughed as she walked towards the door.

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John wondered the library, just close enough to keep an eye on you but not enough to draw attention. His fingers drew across the canvas spines of old books as he listened to the conversation.

"Stephen King, seems like she's a horror fan," Harold's voice came through the ear wick "Bazaar of Bad Dreams, one of his most recent compilation books, it's a nice collection of short stories... Seems like she prefers them to novels, other books she checks out religiously are the Grimm Brother's Collection and a complete collection of Edgar Allen Poe."

"have we got anything else on her?"

"She likes sushi, she's an Art Major a semester away from graduating, she's had maybe three boyfriends in her life and she volunteers at an animal shelter in her free time." the bespectacled man sat back for a moment. "Who on Earth  would want to hurt her?"

"That's what I'm going to find out, Finch." John's eyes trained on the woman through the bookshelves.

"Mhmm, sure." she clacked away at her keyboard "Go flirt with that barista now."

"Oh please." her nose crinkled at the idea "Anthony is definitely not my type, you know that."

"I forgot, you like older mysterious men, Don't you?"

"Laverne!"

A small smirk quirked at the edge of John's lips at the exchange and how the older woman poked fun at Y/N.

"Hear that, Mr. Reese?" there was a smile in Harold's voice "You could use that to get close to her, if you befriend her it could make our job exponentially less difficult." the pepper-haired man let out a soft laugh at the suggestion and shook his head. "She goes to a little coffee shop called 'The Hideaway'. Make sure you don't lose her." John nodded and hung up, deciding to snatch up the leather bound Grimm book just in case.

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"Um, a medium Irish Creme and a blueberry muffin please?" She ordered politely at the counter, offering a small smile when the man bearing the name tag reading 'Tony' beamed at her.

"Anything else? maybe my phone number? a date?"

She laughed a little nervously and glanced around, catching the tall man who had just walked in she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

"No thanks, Anthony, just the coffee and snack." The light lilt that was usually in her voice had fallen out into a more flat tone at his insistence.

"Oh come one, one of these days you'll say yes like the smart girl you are."

Y/N shivered and couldn't hide the crinkle of her nose at the suggestion

"Just let me pay, please."

"I got it for you, Muffin," He grinned as if proud of himself.

"I'd really prefer if you didn't." She sighed, she was used to his crap, some days he tried harder than others, and honestly it was the stink of desperation that really made her not want to spend outside time with him. The Hideaway was her favorite coffee shop and she wouldn't let a new, somewhat creepy, barista ruin it.

"It'll be like a first date, c'mon, no harm." The blond man insisted all while she shook her head.

"Anthony-"

"Tony. The only person who calls me Anthony is my mother when I'm in trouble." He laughed, his brown eyes still stuck to her face. By this point John had taken up the spot behind her in line to keep an eye on the situation.

"Anthony, I don't want you to pay for me, and I don't want a date with you, please." Y/N's nostrils flared at the young man.

"But-"

"Well maybe I can buy your coffee for you?" John cut in having had seen enough of the man's failing attempts at convincing her to let him get her items. She jumped startled by his sudden appearance and he offered an apologetic (and charming) smile (that also caught her off guard) causing her to flush brightly. Tony openly glared at the older man that seemed to catch her attention.

"Oh, uh, sure, Thank you... "

"John."

"Well then, thank you, John I'd like that." The h/c girl smiled softly up at him to which he nodded and ordered his own before paying, it was then she noticed the book he had tucked under his arm "Is that the Grimm collection?" she inquired with a smile.

"Ah, yes actually it is," he admitted with what was perceived as a sheepish smile as he lifted the object. "I used to read them as a child, I thought I'd check it out once more." He responded with a light shrug.

"Um, would you like to sit with me?" She offered a little awkwardly while she gestured to a booth he assumed was her usual spot.

"Oh, you don-"

"I insist, really." She smiled more confidently this time

"Well, if you're sure."

"Well done, John." Finch spoke in his ear "Stay with her, I think I can get into the laptop in her bag."

"So, is that a common occurrence?" the ex-operative questioned gently as he sat across from her. Y/N was very aware of the set of brown eyes on the two of them as she cut her muffin in half and offered part to her 'savior'.

"Yeah, that's Anthony," Y/N began with a sigh "He started working here a few months ago and has this thing  with me.

"I see why, you're a beautiful young girl," he charmed, not that it wasn't what he actually thought "Are you okay though?"

"I-" she puffed her cheeks out as she registered what he said and she once again rivaled a tomato "... Thank you." Y/N mumbled softly before taking a sip of her coffee. "Tony is harmless, just persistent," she deflated a bit "My biggest problem with him, aside from not knowing the word 'no', is that I can't quite pin down why I don't trust him." John cocked a brow at this. "I know it sounds crazy, but I pride myself on my initial instincts on people, but I can usually tell why I don't like someone." she shook her head "something is off with him and I'm not sure what."

"I think I might know," Harold began "Anthony has a history of being... overbearing.. with women he likes. He's not violent, but his type is definitely the kind that might set off some flags. I don't think he is the one we need to watch out for."

"So you have good judge of character," he nodded "I'd like to think I do as well." he paused "What made you trust me then?" John was genuinely curious with this one, not just trying to buy time for Harold.

"You have honest eyes." She didn't miss a beat "What I mean to say is that I truly believe you wanted to help me out of that awkward situation." she let out a small laugh and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down into her cup. "So, um, is it everything you remembered?" she abruptly asked, pointing to the red leather that sat beside her new companion.

"Oh, yes," he chuckled softly

"Nice save." commented the voice in his ear.

"Tales that don't just end happily, but have a lesson were always a preference of mine," he explained "While the Grimm's didn't write happy stories they wrote ones I believe need to exist."

"Yes!" her eyes sparkled as she listened to his opinion "I always loved Grimm Tales and Aesop's Fables" Her smile was nearly ear to ear "I had a language class where we had to pick a children's book to translate, I was the only one who picked a fable."

"Almost in, she has a pin protected system... good girl." Harold murmured.

"You speak another language?" John inquired with a small tilt of his head as he sipped on his coffee. She beamed and started gesturing around with her hands proudly. It took John a moment but he recognized it as American Sign Language. He took a moment to think about what he was doing before carefully attempting to sign something back

'H-I M-Y N-A-M-E I-S J-O-H-N'

Y/N giggled softly and nodded.

"Close, some of your letters are a little off- may I?" she gently reached for his hands, smiling more when he placed his own in hers "Okay, so you want to make sure you're really clear on your letters if you're going to finger spell," she had such a light touch as she guided his fingers through the motions "And then there's shortcut signs for 'Name' and 'hello', and there are no little connectors" he watched her as she focused on sharing her knowledge "Aaannnd there you go!" she grinned, satisfied that she taught him a good introductory sentence. She pulled back a little too quickly when she had realized she had still been holding John's hands causing the man to chuckle genuinely.

"Oh, he can laugh?" Harold couldn't resist teasing his good friend "I think you two might be flirting, Reese you dog." If the taller man could roll his eyes he would.

"What do I owe you for the lesson then miss.." John tilted his head, pretending that he didn't know her name.

"Oh my god, I never introduced myself, I'm sorry! It's Y/N." an embarrassed flush coated her cheeks "I'd say saving me from my admirer would be payment enough, but I wouldn't argue if you wanted to do it again tomorrow, same time?"

"Then I'll meet you here, Y/N."

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John kept Y/n in his sights, snapping a few pictures after the two of you left the coffee shop.

"So you have a date tomorrow morning then."This time John did roll his eyes.

"It's not a date, Finch." he grumbled

"You sound a tad disappointed, Mr. Reese." John glared directly into the traffic cam he knew could see him.

"I'm old enough I could be her father."

"Not quite actually, but that's not the point." John could hear Finch typing "So i was able to find that she's part of some conspiracy forums, that and that she covers her webcams when not in use. Our girl may be a bit on the paranoid side."

"The paranoid survive."

"That's true, but i suspect one of her government conspiracies hits too close to home if any of the trojans I found mean anything."

"If shes paranoid I doubt she'd just download things that could infect her system like that."

"Precisely Mr. Reese... She's got a couple of threads on surveillance, they might be scared she'll find the machine, and if that's true we can't leave her alone for a second."

Since JAN? Is getting some sudden traffic I figured I'd update you. I suddenly had some awful pain and finally made a dentist appointment, Mt brain has been too cloudy while my infection has been clearing up so that's why chapter 4 hasn't come out yet, but fear not! It hasn't been abandoned! I go back tomorrow, if all goes well I should be back writing by the end of the week.

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