Title: Always Mr. Reese
Author: Bj Jones
Sylum Timeline: As this particular storyline is still working out likely 2015/2016
ADMIN NOTE: This teaser will not show up in storyline due to the fact Harold and Reese totally changed their canon. So Enjoy the snippet but understand this is Non-Canon.
The gunshots were louder than normal.
“Mr. Reese?” There were more shots, slamming of doors and then a soft sigh and what sounded like a body sliding down the wall to the ground. “John.”
“Finch, you there?” His voice sounded pained.
“Always, Mr. Reese.”
“The number is safe, I got her and the kid out the back. They should be on their on their way to Maine, to family.”
“And you?” He asked typing furiously, pulling up feeds from all cameras in the area. None of them gave him a view of inside the warehouse.
“I don’t believe that Mr. Reese.” He learned that lesson before John was Turned, even less afterwards. “Tell me the truth, John.”
“Nothing a good Feeding wouldn’t cure.” A cough ended the sentence, one that sounded wet and sticky. “I’m sorry, Harold.”
“John, help is on the way.” He typed even more furiously, anger settling into his stomach at the perpetrators who dare hurt his Mate. He sat up straighter, eyes wide at the rage that was going through him. ‘Oh so that’s what John feels like when I’m in danger.’
“Yes Harold, intensify it by at least 100 and you’re good.” John chuckled darkly, having felt his Mate’s spike of anger. Harold hadn’t learned how to hide or subdue his emotions over the Bond. It was one of the first skills John had mastered, not wanting his Mate to feel his physical pain.
“I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.”
“You have a habit of muttering into the phone while working.” A moan escaped as he tried to shift. “I’m not sure how many gunmen are left, don’t send Fusco or Carter. I’ll survive a death shot.”
“I’m not letting them kill you!” Finch snapped.
“I’m already dead.”
“Not the point, Mr. Reese!”
He blinked as the computer began sending out signals, numbers and codes. He watched as all the information of Reese’s attackers popped up on the screens. Names, social security numbers, address, banking account information. And without even a stroke of the keyboard, he watched the money drained out of accounts, bolos went out, warrants being issued –eyes went wide when alarms went off at the local Firehouses near their homes.
He stared at The Machine, remembering what happened with Root.
In a small box on top of the screen was a picture of John marked by a yellow square – Admin.
He closed his eyes, still not comfortable with the implications.
“Harold.” The voice was fading.
“I’m here, John.” At least he knew it would be taken care of, but no matter how hard he or The Machine wanted it, they couldn’t stop the men from finishing off the ex-agent.
“Turn off the sound, don’t listen.”
“I’ll not leave you, Mr. Reese.”
“Finch!” He coughed the sound going through Harold’s soul.
Tears threatened to fall but he blinked through him. His thoughts went back to the time, when the CIA had tried to take John, hearing the shots, ignoring him when he told Harold to leave. Instincts had screamed to save him! Screamed to Turn him! But he hadn’t known how, his limitations to the Vampires society had left his education on all things Vampires sorely lacking. He risked his life, found John, and paid the doctor a lot of money to save him.
Two years later he almost lost him again.
He would have if it hadn’t been for Michael Westen.
Finch owes the man, for everything.
“I’m not leaving you John.”
Fusco and Carter were already on their way, closer and more capable of dealing with the situation at hand. He alerted Dr. Megan Tillmen, who had become their Chosen One, soon after the whole Vampire thing happened.
“Help is on their way.”
And he would stay on the line, and listen to his Mate in theory ‘die’. He knew the wounds had to be bad enough for the Vampire to succumb to them. He didn’t want to imagine the blood pool.
The sound of the door being busted open had him tensing. Gunshots followed, he couldn’t help the soft smile knowing his Mate wasn’t giving up without a fight.
Then he heard something else.
A crash of glass, the sounds of fists and flesh, something he had grown to distinguish over the years, and then a secondary crash.
“Well that was new.” John’s voice sounded sluggish and tired.
“Let’s get you out of here.” A new voice, not Fusco or Carter.
Finch panicked he had no idea who was touching his Mate. “Mr. Reese! John!”
“I got him, he’s safe.” The voice was deep, strong, reminded him of a man who knew violence, but cared. “I’m going to guess a text message will show up with our address. You’ll find your Mate there.”
Finch looked down to his phone, an address in Brooklyn was on the display. “Who are you?”
Bear’s leash was gripped tightly in his hands, making the dog tense and alert. This wasn’t just a walk around the park.
He had researched the address, coming back to a Peter Burke, FBI Agent, White Collar division. The fact he was FBI had put Harold on the edge, but he would find his Mate and if necessary, would destroy the FBI.
He already had the Agent’s file, the wife’s business contracts and loans, their retirement funds, along with bank accounts. He also added the CI that worked with Burke and seemed to be living with them, his release papers and contract with the FBI.
With one swipe he would eliminate them.
Finch knocked on the door, he hid his surprise when Peter Burke didn’t answer it, but instead a dark haired older man, whose hair looked like it hadn’t been combed since the 70’s. What was more disturbing was the lack of a heartbeat.
Normally he wasn’t in tuned to such things, but John had drilled him consistently to pay attention to his surroundings, especially after Root.
The man stared at him for a few moments, then down at the dog. Bear was standing next to his owner, alert and ready to attack or defend.
“I’m taking you’re hear for Mr. Tall, Dark and Wounded.”
“Well that would explain the growling.” He opened the door wider to let them in. “And I don’t mean the dog, nice pet. Dutch Malinois?”
“Yes and he can kill on my command.” Harold looked around the brownstone. It looked homey. There were photos of the Burkes, along with the CI, a young man wearing a Fedora trying to look dapper. There was an open door on the far wall, which if Finch’s calculations were correct, would lead to the home next door.
Bear whined pulling towards it. Finch patted his head, the dog always knew where his Alpha was located.
“I’m Nathan.” He gestured towards the open door.
“Mr. Finch.” He answered easily, making his way across the room.
“I thought I knew most of the Vampires in New York.” Nathan didn’t take offense to the cold look he got from the visitor, he was quite used to it. “It’s part of my job to know where everyone is.”
“And what do you do Nathan?” Harold asked, as he stepped into the second brownstone. The house was quite different than the other. The tones warmer, the floors were made a dark wood, many more bookcases, less photographs, but still felt homey.
“Spy Liaison for Serenity Clan.”
“Mr. Castle’s Clan.” Harold stopped and stared at him.
He glanced around. “The Burkes?”
“Part of Tallikut.” He answered as he led him upstairs and down the hallway to the far room. “My Mate, Eliot works with Sylum, one of Nico’s Hunters. And Neal well he’s all over the place.”
“Neal Caffrey.” He said without pause. “I have one of his paintings.”
“An original?” Nathan asked opening the door at the end of the hallway.
“No, a Raphael he forged.” He stepped into the room and paused when he saw an old Golden Retriever lying on the covers looking forlorn at John’s still body. Bear whined, pulling towards the bed. He let the leash go before limping across the room, sitting down taking his Mate’s hand.
“His wounds are healing, he’ll be awake soon.”
He knew that voice.
Harold looked up to see bright blue eyes, and a wicked smile. The long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, kept out of his face by a bandanna. “Thank You.”
“I got a text stating a Hunter needed help. I figured it was from Nico, he has a weird way of knowing these things.”
Harold focused back on his Mate. “John.”
Eyes fluttered then opened, a hand reaching up a smile on his face. “Harold.
“Ahh that’s adorable.” Nathan smirked at his Mate. “You do the same thing after getting shot.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. “Satchmo has been watching over him.” He petted the old dog, knowing they didn’t have much time with him. He grinned when the guard dog jumped on the bed and made his way to his Alpha and licked him.
“Bear!” Harold ordered him to lie down in Dutch.
Nathan smirked before taking a seat in the chair. “Can the next dog we get, do that?”
John moved slightly, sitting up back against the headboard. “Who are you?”
“Eliot Spence, Nico’s Hitter.”
“He never mentioned you.” John refused to let go of Finch pulling him closer, in case of a threat.
“I can say the same about you.” He frowned studying him for a few moments. “You remind me of someone.”
Reese snorted. “Unless you’re CIA I doubt we’ve met.”
“You have a similar look … ” he looked at Nathan. “Doesn’t he? Does he remind you of …”
“Nick.” Nathan smirked. “He’s a Meridius.” He glanced over at Reese. “Aren’t you?”
“Fuck.” Eliot groaned that would mean there were two in the city. “Well that explains a few things.”
John shifted to get out of the bad. “I thank you, but we need to go.”
“You should Feed, your wounds are still healing. You can stay for dinner.” Eliot pushed him back down, Reese stubborn to a fault, finally gave in when his weakened body betrayed him. He didn’t want them mentioning the four wounds to Finch. Eliot nodded, sensing the Hunter relax back into the bed. He smirked, “let the dogs play.”
They watched as Bear whined softly nipping at Satchmo whose tale was wagging, as he playfully nipped back. “The old dog doesn’t get much action these days.”
“I don’t think…” Harold shook his head not wanting to jeopardize John.
“You have to get used to the Vampire community at some point.” Nathan smirked at him, having a feeling Harold and John had little exposure to the vast wide world of Clans. “You can meet Peter, El and Neal.”
“Who?” John asked frowning.
“FBI, Mrs. FBI, and FBI Conman.” Harold informed him. John wasn’t surprised his Mate knew exactly who they were. Probably was ready to destroy them, if they thought they were a threat.
“Think about it.” Nathan stood up and grabbed Eliot, knowing the Mates needed time.
As they closed the door, John leaned forward and kissed Harold softly. “I’m sorry, I scared you.”
“I…” he paused. “The Machine gave me all their names, and destroyed them. Then gave me their boss. The one who wanted our number dead for figuring out what the Senator was doing. I made it look like he stole from his ‘partners’ then emptied all of his accounts into the Caymans making him look even more guilty, sent everything on his harddrive to every government agency I could, and then sent his sex video to twitter. And I did it with glee.”
“I know, Harold.” John held him close as he confessed. “I’ll burn cities…”
“While I topple governments.”