Harold Finch's Niece(person of interest fan fiction) Ch. 1

Ch. 13

I woke up around 3 am with a stomach ache. I got up and headed to the bathroom. I found the pepto bismol and took some, almost throwing up with the taste. I must have woke Finch up because I heard him shuffle by the bathroom.

"Kiley" he sounded ike he just woke up. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just felt bad." I left the bathroom and started to go back to my bedroom. Finch stopped me.

"I know you were snooping on my computer." I stayed silent, feeling guilty. "Please leave the machine alone, I don't want you to get hurt and you have an appointment with Dr. Smith today at 9 am. Go to bed."

"Okay ,good night Finch." I said quietly. Getting back into my queen sized bed sleep didn't come easily. I stayed awake playing candy crush saga on my phone constantly looking at the clock. When 7:30 came around I got up and dressed in  skinny jeans and a tank top. I went out to the living room and oured a bowl of Life cereal. I sat down and turned on the television.

I turned it from an infomercial to a talk show. They were discussing some missing hikers. I turned it off and started to eat. Finch came out and poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He came and sat by me.

"Why are you so curious about the machine?"

"I just want to know okay?"

"But you've been hurt enough, just stop digging please." I finished my cereal and put my bowl in the sink.

"It's sad that you can trust Reese, Root, and Shaw with the machine but not your own niece." I looked at thr time. It was 8:10.

"Kiley, I do trust you, but they do work for the machine." I rolled my eyes. I was done.

I walked to my room and started packing my clothes. I grabbed my car keys and left the library. Finch tried to stop me but failed. As I went out the front door Reese grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home back to Tennesee. I'm tired of New York." Reese kept a firm grip on my arm.

"I don't think so."

"I think so" I retorted sarcastically. "Let go of me."

"No, we're going inside, you will put your clothes away and Finch will take you to your appointment." There was an emphasis on no.

"I think I'm going to drive back to Tennesee and live there. Tell Finch I said thanks." Shaw grabbed me and my bag and dragged me inside.

"God you are one stubborn chick" Shaw muttered.

"I try to be as stubborn as one can be." Shaw shot me a death glare with an eye roll.

Finch grabbed my bag and put it on the couch, taking my arm and leading me out of the library. We got into the Lexus and drove away. I could tell Finch was mad but I didn't care.

"Kiley, how come you changed from loving it here to wanting to leave?" We stopped at a light. Finch turned to me. I stayed silent as Finch drove through the intersection.

"I asked you a question, I would appreciate an answer." Finch sounded annoyed.

"I don't hate it here but I just want to go home to Tennesee, my real home."

Finch sighed heavily. I could tell he was upset. He pulled up to the building and let me out. "I'll be back at ten. Be outside please."

"Okay" I said as I shut the car door. I went inside and checked, waiting close to the door. Dr. Smith got me right as the clock struck 9.

He led me to his office and had me sit on the chair. "So how are we doing today?"

"Absoultey terrible."

"Tell me about it."

"I want to go back to Tennesee but I don't have any friends or family back there. Uncle Finch is my only relative that's still living and I got shunned by all my "friends." I made quotation marks around friends. "They also sold my house so I wuldn't have a place to live."

"Well if that's the case, I think you should stay in New York, and tell your uncle your feelings. The last month has been overwhelming for you. Kiley, your feelings are going to combat your logical reasoning and you want to go home to Tennesee because that's where you grew up." Dr. Smith wrote some things down. "It has also come to my attention that you were once suicidal and are now on anti-depressants." I nodded yes.

"Well keep taking them, I'm also giving you a prescription for anti anxiety medication and sleep medication. Go to any pharmacy and give them the prescription." I said okay as he handed me a prescription note.

"We still have half an hour, what else do you want to talk about?"

"Why can't I adjust to this sooner? I feel like I'm really hurting Finch with this behavior and I don't want too." I wiped away a stray tear.

"I really want to be a good niece, someone he can be proud of, not someone who's tried running away three times." I told Dr. Smith about wanting to run away earlier today.

"Well, you have gone through a big change recently and you weren't expecting it so you couldn't prepare for it. I know you feel like you are hurting your uncle but you're not. He understands that this is really difficult for you to adjust to the loss of your parents. He grieves too but in a different way than you. You want to run away because you're worried that your uncle is going to end up like your parents and you don't want that." Dr. Smith handed me a squishy ball. I grabbed it and squeezed it hard as he continued talking.

"I really want you to have a heart to heart conversation with your uncle and tell him what you told me, about being a good niece. Time's up for today, let's make Tuesday at 9 am our regular appointment time. Does that work for you Kiley?"

"Yes" I said quietly as he wrote it down. He handed me a business card with the time and day scribbled in blue ink on it. 

"If you can't make an appointment one day, please give us 24 hour notice and don't forget to get the prescription." He ushered me out the door and I left the building, Finch was waiting for me in my car. I got in and Finch pulled out of the parking lot onto the busy streets.