The Missing Number(A Person of Interest Fanfic)

III

The room was quiet. It was always quiet. Well, not always. Every now and then, the footsteps of Decima agents would echo in the hallway. They would bring food to prisoners 3 times a day because according to Greer....

"Decima is an organization. We're an elite force, not monsters."

The food was never too good, but it was ok. Sometimes it was a sandwich, sometimes it was soup. Other days, it would be extra special: chocalate cake. Oh, how she loved cake. Who wouldn't? It's CAKE. But she knows that she can't have too much. She needs to keep her guard up. Cake will only fatten her up. Plus it'll piss off her doctor. For the 80th time, she tried her phone. Still nothing. Just a blank, black screen.

No calls.

No texts.

No sound.

No Finch.

No Fusco.

No John.

"Oh John."

How she yearned for John. His eyes, his suit, his smile. Gosh, he had such a nice smile. She never admitted it, but more than ever she missed it.

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*One Year Ago

HR was finally behind bars. The operation was down and NYPD was finally starting to feel safe again. While he was out trying to draw the cops away from Carter, John got detained. Good thing he knew of a good detective to get him out.

Carter hasn't remembered feeling this relieved since her son's birth. "Finally, they're gone. Alonzo and all his minions are gone." She felt so proud, so accomplished. She knew her job wasn't done though. She made her way to her new office. With the capture of the head HR, Carter was given a pay raise, a new badge, and her own office. And she loved it. Inside her office was a man. He was sitting down on her new chair. He looked calm, which is something she's never seen before from him. She apprached the man. And closed the door behind her.

"I'm Carter. You didn't give us a name."

"Seems to me the only time you give a name is when you're in trouble", said the man.

"So am I in trouble?"

Carter just smiled. She couldn't believe this man. He's always trying to mess with her. It was annoying, but kind of nice. So she decided to play along.

"I'm afraid so. It says here..." She picked up a file on her desk. "..that you were caught by police with a firearm."

"Oh yeah. I guess I did do that", he said casually. "Is there something wrong with that, Detective?" He smiled when he asked her. Damn, that smile. She's never seen him smile before. He had a nice one.

"Yea. It was bad. But..." Carter walked towards the man. At this point, she was so close that she could smell the cologne he had on. She took his shirt and pulled it close. Now, their noses were close to touching. Finally, she spoke.

"You're not in trouble for the firearm. You've been trouble for a long time."

"For what?", the man asked. However, he already knew why.

She leaned in. All she needed was one. One small, soft ki-

"Detective Carter. Come in, Detective."

Carter's radio buzzed with the call. With an eye roll, she leaned away from the man and responded. "Yes, Yes, I'm here."

"Detective, we got a N-73 on the corner of Manhattan. Down Chucky road. We need your assistance."

"On my way", she replied. She pulled away from the man's hand and started getting ready to go.

"Joss. Where are you going?", asked the man.

"I'm so sorry, but duty calls."

The man stood up. He walked over to Carter.

"I guess it does. Good luck, Detective. And be careful."

"Thanks." At the door, Carter turned back towards the man. "Hey."

The man turned to look at her. "Thank you. For everything." The man smiled and calmly said, "Of course. Anything for Joss." Carter blushed as her name was mentioned. She turned back towards the door & made her way to her new case. The man watched as the detective left. Just then, a sound rang in his ear.

"Mr. Reese"

"Yes, Finch?"

"I hope you're done making goo-goo eyes at the detective."

The man looked at the door Carter went out of. He felt his lips. They were so close. So close to finally- 

No. It's ok. He's waited this long. He can wait a little longer.

"Mr. Reese?"

"Oh come on, Finch. You know forgetting about Joss is impossible for me."

And for John, it always will be.