You were scoping out the home of a number.
The machine had spat out the number of an FBI agent.
John had asked you to help him look around, try to find an enemy.
For some reason, Finch assumed the agent was a victim instead of perpetrator.
You tried to trust his instincts.
"Find anything yet, Y/N?" John asked, coming up behind you.
You were the only one he called by first name.
Everyone else, he used their last. Fusco, Shaw, Finch.
You felt honored.
"Not even a ticket," you sighed.
You turned to face John.
"Is this his real address?" you asked.
"That's what Finch gave us," he said.
You tapped your ear piece.
"Finch?" you asked.
"I'm here Ms. Y/L/N," Finch's voice flooded your ears.
"Is this the only address Agent Ryan has?" you asked.
"Afraid so. Is something wrong?" he asked.
You said nothing, just looked around for an explanation.
"What is it?" John asked.
"It just... It feels like a safe house, if anything," you said.
"Or a set up," John said.
"Let's get out of here. Now," you nodded.
John walked ahead, gun at the ready.
You held your gun, watching behind you.
John exited the door and turned to make sure you were at his side.
Before you could step out, a metal door slammed in your way.
"Y/N!" you heard John bang on it.
"John!" you called back.
You touched the door, only to feel electrical shocks run throughout your body.
You released a shout of pain before dropping to the ground, unconscious.
When you came to, you were strapped to a chair.
You blinked to clear your vision.
You noticed your mark in front of you.
"Definitely not a victim," you muttered.
"Who the hell are you?" Agent Ryan asked.
"I'm supposed to be your guardian angel," you said, "But you had to go and be a douche."
You tried to fight against your restraints, but they were metal.
"That's new," you said.
"This isn't my first interrogation," he said, "And I'm going to kill you."
"Get in line," you said, rolling your eyes.
"Never did like lines. I'll just skip to my turn," he replied.
You managed to slip one hand out of its bind.
Bad news was, it was bleeding profusely from the cutting it had to endure to get out.
You reached for your gun, but found nothing but a pen.
"Nice try," the agent laughed.
You threw the pen at his face.
It hit him in his nose.
"Score!" you cheered.
Now, only if it had any effect.
It did get you a punch in the face, though.
You laughed as you spit out blood.
"You hit like a child," you said.
That earned you a kick to the chair.
You landed back, hitting your head on the ground.
You reached into your pocket to pull out your phone.
By memorisation, you dialed Finch.
You slid the phone out of view so he could trace your location.
"Who do you work for?" your perp asked.
"I'm a teddy bear doctor," you lied.
His foot stomped on your chest.
You gasped from the hit and lost breath.
When you regained the ability to breathe, you glared at the agent.
"I... I have a message," you sputtered.
"What is it?" the agent asked, leaning over you.
"You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself!" you spat.
That landed you several stomps to your stomach.
Meanwhile, you were using the spring from the pen you had thrown to get your other hand free.
You couldn't wait to get your hands on this asshole.
However, he noticed what you were trying to do and stepped on your hand.
He pulled out his government issued firearm and aimed it at your head.
"You have five seconds to start talking," he said, smiling, "Five..."
He counted down, and you said nothing.
His finger went to the trigger and you stared down the barrel.
You heard the sound of a bullet and felt something wet hit your face.
You heard Agent Ryan cry out before he fell to the ground beside you.
You reached over and grabbed the keys off of his belt.
You freed yourself as John made his way over to help you up.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
You winced and held your arm over your abdomen.
"I'm fine," you lied.
"Y/N," John warned.
"It just... hurts," you shrugged.
A smile played on his lips.
You rarely ever saw one of those.
You gave him a weak smile back.
"Thanks for saving my ass," you said.
"Eh, you saved me last time, it was my turn," John said, "Besides, it looked like it was getting fun so I decided to join in."
You laughed and rolled your eyes.
"You're an ass," you said.
Without warning, John pressed his lips on yours, holding you close to him.
You hesitated before kissing back.
After what felt like eternity, John separated himself.
"Wow. Just, wow," you said aloud.
"Yeah. I think I'm feeling the same thing," John said, "Let's get you back to the subway."
John helped you limp back to the new subway hideout.
You found Finch and Shaw watching a video of the kiss.
"How did-?" you began to ask.
"I hacked the cameras," Finch smirked.
Shaw winked at you two.
"Happy ever after now? Please?" FInch asked.
John wrapped an arm around your waist and looked down at you.
You looked right back up at him.
His smile made you laugh.
"I think so."