John Reese (Person of Interest) - Oneshot
"Things are getting crazy here Finch!"
Your call alerts him that maybe it wasn't very wise to corner yourself with hitmen. But on the bright side you did steer them away from the victim. You duck when the gunshots go off.
"Mr. Reese!" Finch's voice.
"On it."
The grunts of pain give you the clear you need. Upon seeing the suit, you smile, lowering your gun. John walks out from behind the dumpster.
"You okay?" His eyes survey your form, and you nod.
"Yeah, thanks to you."
He nods, clicking his earpiece, going over what went down to Finch. You holster your gun with a sigh, waiting for Carter and the rest of the backup to arrive. It doesn't take long. As usual, Reese is gone before the cops arrive, and it's another case that's closed.
The moment you get to the precinct it's all statements and reports. You sink into your desk, and Carter smiles from her seat.
"What's going on with you, that's the third sigh I've heard from you today." She's wearing a little smirk, and you flush.
"Sorry." She shakes her head, then gestures to the kitchen.
"Maybe some coffee would help." So you follow her. Carter moves to the fridge to grab something, and you take a cup, but you sort of just linger at the machine.
"Carter, can I ask you something?"
She nods, pulling out a yogurt, grabbing a spoon.
"Sure, what's on your mind. "
"It's John.."
She drops the spoon dramatically.
"What did he do now?" You shake your head with a laugh. You love their friendship.
"It's nothing really, I might be overthinking but sometimes I feel like maybe he doesn't really like me." She raises a brow.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
You had to admit that your introduction was anything but friendly. You'd been on the job, and he saved your life, but he was wanted by the NYPD for multiple attacks. Safe to say you trying to arrest him didn't go over well. Shortly after it happened, Carter told you everything. It took you a while to open up to the idea that he was in fact a good guy, but you came around. Yet, there was a part of you that wondered if he would have been happier if you never joined the team.
"Trust me, if he didn't like you, you'd know."
That is true. You probably would have caught a knee cap bullet by now.
"Then why is he always so curt around me?" He did seem worried when you got cornered, but then it's like he shifted back to his old self.
"I feel like you're asking the wrong person. " You pout.
"Carter." You whine. She shakes her head with a chuckle.
"Ask him yourself."
Damn, here you thought she'd help you.
~
It's never strange when you get a call from Finch asking for assistance on surveillance. You expect to see Shaw on the top of the building with you, but it isn't. John turns, and from the looks of it, he's a bit surprised to see you too.
"Where's Shaw?"
"I was about to ask the same thing. Finch told me to meet Shaw up here."
John taps his ear.
"Care to explain to Finch?"
"I apologize Mr. Reese. Shaw had a prior engagement. I trust that you both have this under control." John frowns.
"You got plans Finch?"
"I do, and so does detective Carter. I'd advise against interrupting her evening with Detective Calvin again. If that's all, I'll leave you to it." He apparently logs off, because John just lowers his hand, picking back up his camera.
"We're on our own tonight."
You can't believe they all bailed like that. Especially Carter. Somehow this feels like a set up. Moving to the spot with binoculars, you get comfortable. This would definitely take a while. John snaps a few pictures, and when it's clear that the target would be stagnant for a while, he relaxes.
"Did you get that bruise checked out?" You blink, lowering the binoculars.
"Bruise? Oh this." You look down at your elbow.
"It's just a scratch, it'll be healed in a few days no problem. " Through your pursuit, you got grazed against the wall. Nothing serious. John's eyes drift to the wound, and he looks a bit lost in his thoughts.
"Take care of yourself." He sounds like a scolding parent, which just adds to your confusion. One minute he's concerned, the next he's cold. This was John Reese, so you aren't fully surprised. But it felt as though he acted different with you, more guarded.
"John, you don't trust me, do you?" His eyes flicker up, and you can see the crease his brows make at the statement.
"What?"
"I know I haven't been a part of this squad as long as Carter, or even Fusco, but I promise I'd never do anything to hurt any of you. You guys are like family. A dysfunctional family, kind of psychotic honestly. Like our squad seriously needs a therapist but I-"
"I trust you." Your words stop.
"Then why do you act so careful around me? It's like you're walking on eggshells or something. " For a moment, he just looks at you, and you're waiting for an explanation. It appears like he's searching for the words. He moves a bit closer, and when his eyes casually flicker to your lips, a part of you is stunned, or maybe taken aback.
"I trust you with my life."
"O-Oh.."
OH!!
He hasn't moved back, and now you feel foolish. This whole time you'd been driving yourself into the ground trying to figure out why the stoic Mr. Reese was being his usual brooding self. Turns out you were just asking the wrong questions. You take a breath, and he takes another step. Your back is now pressed to the ledge, you're trapped. By his body and his gaze. He leans down, and instinctively your eyes begin to lower.
You jump when you hear the glass break in a distance, and John retracts. The man you'd been watching seems to be in a scuffle. You curse, both of you jumping into action. As you rush to make it to the building, your heart is still racing. You aren't sure if it's from running, or the moment you almost had with Reese.
~~~
That week, your interactions with John are far and few between. You make an effort to avoid him if you can. It was foolish. But you needed a little time to think, and seeing him would just jumble your thoughts. After a particularly hefty shift, you drop your bag on your couch, sliding off your shoes.
"Are you done avoiding me?" You jump, raising your gun. John flicks the light on.
"Damn it Reese!" Now you understand what Carter meant by him just popping up at her place.
He looks pretty proud of himself, and you lower your gun shaking your head.
"You better be bleeding out or something otherwise I'll shoot you myself." you grouse.
"Thought I'd come looking for you, since it's obvious you've been keeping your distance." You bit the inside of your cheek.
"John.."
It wasn't as simple as he thought.
"You're afraid of me. " You let out a sigh. Of course he'd jump to that conclusion. Shaking your head, you run a hand through your hair.
"Believe me when I say that's not it."
"Then what is it?"
Looking away, you do your best to gather your thoughts.
"John you..you're job, my job, it isn't exactly the safest field to be in. What we do, putting our lives in danger everyday, it's not the best for a healthy relationship." He's moving closer, and once again, you feel a bit caged.
"You're afraid that you'll lose me?" He sounds a bit taken aback.
"Of course I am. John everyday we go out there, it isn't guaranteed that we'll come back. Before I met you guys it sort of didn't matter to me. I'm not that close with my family, no siblings. All I really have is this job. But after I joined you and Carter, I guess there is a lot I started looking forward to. I care about you guys. " you swallow, and this time it's you who takes a step.
"John, I have feelings for you." You can see the way his eyes glimmer at the information.
"Then that's all that should matter." You want to say more, but he moves in. His lips press to your own, and all the doubt you felt that week washes away easily.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. It's a tender touch that smoothens at the small of your back. You reach up, hands resting on his cheeks as you kiss back eagerly. Though this development has taken you by surprise, you find yourself responding with just as much need as him.
Deep down you've always had feelings for him. But given your job description, and his reputation, you never thought anything would come of it. You guess that's why the thought of him not liking you has been bothering you so much. John pulls back, and you miss his taste the second he's gone. His eyes look so much brighter than before.
"I'm not always good at saying what's on my mind."
You didn't need him to tell you that.
With rosy cheeks, you nod.
"I-It's fine."
You feel like a schoolgirl again. You'd never really been good at reading hints from guys. So it's possible that you were just as bad at sending signals of adoration, the same way John is. You want more, but it's then your cell phone begins ringing from your bag.
"We..should probably get that .." You mutter. John glances over, but his hand is still holding you so close. You sort of don't want him to let go.
"You're not going anywhere." When his eyes fall back on your form, you swallow.
"But John we-mphp!" He kisses you before you can say much more.
"Stop talking,"
He teases, pulling away to offer you a smile, right before those delicious lips are back on yours.
You were sure Carter and Shaw had it handled.
