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primary_asset) wrote2017-09-11 12:33 pm
primary_asset) wrote2017-09-11 12:33 pm
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John had refused to jump to conclusions.
It wasn't completely uncommon to go a day without hearing from Finch, but they tended to talk regularly and it was around six in the evening that John finally sent his friend a text, asking how the day had gone and if there was any new work for him. When no response came, John assumed Finch was busy or perhaps out walking Bear and he had left it at that. When there was still no answer by morning, he'd assumed Finch had gone to bed early and had simply forgotten to reply in the morning.
This was, of course, ignoring the fact that Harold Finch never seemed to overlook anything in his entire life.
But John had gone to work, acted like nothing was wrong, and on his lunch break, he'd gone back to their shared building, headed to Finch's apartment and jimmied the lock so he could get inside. Bear whined upon seeing him, wiggling forward with his tail wagging, but there was something off in the dog's demeanor, some source of stress that wasn't usually there. John patted him absently and began to walk through the apartment, taking notice of anything that was unusual, but there was nothing. Nothing, of course, except for the fact that his friend was nowhere to be found. In fact, there looked to be no sign of him having been home at all the night before.
Bear had no food or water, which John knows Finch would have never let happen. His cell phone was sitting on the counter, John's text message unread. The bed was made, but cold. No clothes were missing as far as John was able to tell. The toothbrush in the bathroom was dry, the towel as well, no sign at all that the room had been used at all recently.
He'd called it in as a missing person, but with no sign of a struggle or forced entry into the apartment, no one seemed all that inclined to do much of anything. They knew how things worked in Darrow and everyone John spoke to arrived at the same conclusion. The one John refused to allow himself to jump to.
And so he'd spent three days looking for Harold Finch. He'd ignored texts from Dutch, stopping only to reply to Karen twice, letting her know he was okay and that he might be out of reach for a few days. By the time he's gone through more than half of the gangs in Darrow, though, he knows what's really happened.
He's tired. With Bear by his side, he finally returns to Candlewood, but he doesn't go home. He's still wearing the same clothes he was wearing two days ago, there's stubble on his cheeks where there usually isn't, but he can't go home. Instead he goes to Karen's and knocks lightly on her door, Bear sitting patiently by his feet.
It wasn't completely uncommon to go a day without hearing from Finch, but they tended to talk regularly and it was around six in the evening that John finally sent his friend a text, asking how the day had gone and if there was any new work for him. When no response came, John assumed Finch was busy or perhaps out walking Bear and he had left it at that. When there was still no answer by morning, he'd assumed Finch had gone to bed early and had simply forgotten to reply in the morning.
This was, of course, ignoring the fact that Harold Finch never seemed to overlook anything in his entire life.
But John had gone to work, acted like nothing was wrong, and on his lunch break, he'd gone back to their shared building, headed to Finch's apartment and jimmied the lock so he could get inside. Bear whined upon seeing him, wiggling forward with his tail wagging, but there was something off in the dog's demeanor, some source of stress that wasn't usually there. John patted him absently and began to walk through the apartment, taking notice of anything that was unusual, but there was nothing. Nothing, of course, except for the fact that his friend was nowhere to be found. In fact, there looked to be no sign of him having been home at all the night before.
Bear had no food or water, which John knows Finch would have never let happen. His cell phone was sitting on the counter, John's text message unread. The bed was made, but cold. No clothes were missing as far as John was able to tell. The toothbrush in the bathroom was dry, the towel as well, no sign at all that the room had been used at all recently.
He'd called it in as a missing person, but with no sign of a struggle or forced entry into the apartment, no one seemed all that inclined to do much of anything. They knew how things worked in Darrow and everyone John spoke to arrived at the same conclusion. The one John refused to allow himself to jump to.
And so he'd spent three days looking for Harold Finch. He'd ignored texts from Dutch, stopping only to reply to Karen twice, letting her know he was okay and that he might be out of reach for a few days. By the time he's gone through more than half of the gangs in Darrow, though, he knows what's really happened.
He's tired. With Bear by his side, he finally returns to Candlewood, but he doesn't go home. He's still wearing the same clothes he was wearing two days ago, there's stubble on his cheeks where there usually isn't, but he can't go home. Instead he goes to Karen's and knocks lightly on her door, Bear sitting patiently by his feet.
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Right now, it means there's nothing here that she would need to keep from him, no part of her life in Darrow that she would try to keep closed off to him. If being here with her will help him even the slightest bit, then she wouldn't want him to be anywhere else.