Do forgive that this is not beta. I had this story for over a month, but couldn't wait any longer. There is a reason why, but let's not get into that. Anyways this is the sequel to 'Sick'.

Enjoy.

~POI~

A few weeks has passed since Finch was sick. Now knowing better than to hide his sickness from Reese, he was a bit more open of his limitations towards the taller man. Though he was grateful for Reese risking his health to help him, he still couldn't get the fact that he heard Reese say 'I love you'. The more he thought of it, the more he was sure that Reese had spoken those three words to him.

He couldn't wonder about that right now, he and Reese had work to do, and the Machine would most likely have given them a number. Arriving at the Library, he half expected Reese to be there, reading, as he so recently been doing.

Now not seeing the taller man nowhere in sight, he figured he must be taking his yoga lessons, as he so claimed, or sleeping in. The man had been working hard lately, so he could take a few extra hours of sleep. He checked the Machine for any new numbers, but so far nothing. 'Looks like we have a little break' he thought. He thought of calling Reese and letting him know that there was no need for him to come. But he thought of giving the man some exercise to do.

A couple of hours had passed, Finch had checked the Machine a few times, but there was still no sign of Reese. Finch had started to get worried; it wasn't like Reese to come in late. 'I'll give him a few more minutes, and then I'll call him' he thought. Surely there must be a good reason why the ex-CIA agent didn't come already.

Wait! Could this also mean that he is in the Library, and hiding somewhere?! Finch quickly got up from his chair and started to look around. Damn it, if Reese was hiding, he is going to cut his paycheck in half! Finch checked every possible hiding place in the Library, but he still couldn't find him. He went back, and checked Reese's location. If he was hiding here, he could know more specifically where.

Checking Reese's location, Finch saw that he hasn't left his apartment yet. Curious as to why his agent hasn't left, he called Reese.

"Morning, Finch. Sorry I didn't come in early today" he heard Reese's voice. It wasn't the smooth whispery voice he was expecting. His voice was raspy and groggy. 'He must be sick' Finch thought. He'll only know if he asks the question.

"Mr. Reese, are you sick?" Finch asked. "Yeah, sorry Finch. Is there a new Number?" Reese apologized.

"Don't apologize, Mr. Reese. It's natural for someone to get sick. And to answer your question, no, we on't" Finch said. "Are you in bed?" he asked.

"Why, Finch, we haven't got in a date yet!" Reese joked.

"Mr. Reese - " Finch started.

"Yeah, I'm in bed, Finch. Though I thought of getting up and going to the pharmacy and get some medicine."

"Nonsense, Mr. Reese. Stay in bed, I'll bring some medicine" Finch said, as he hung up.

"Finch, don't -" Reese said before he heard the tone. He sighed; he might as well follow his boss orders and stay in bed. But before he could get comfy, he remembered that Finch didn't have a key, (assuming he didn't have one) he got up to unlock the door, grabbed a blanket, he went to the kitchen, got the kettle out, and started to heat the water.

He learned a couple of remedies for cold as a young boy, but he didn't have ingredients for one so he would have to settle with the other one. A nice chamomile tea would help. He sat down in the kitchen, he covered himself with the blanket he had, and he waited for the water to heat up. He just hoped that it would be ready before Finch came.

Unfortunately for Reese, he heard knocking. Sighing, he called out, no need to run to the bed and pretend to be sleeping.

"Mr. Reese? What are you doing out of bed?" Finch asked. His eyebrow rose at the sight before him. Reese was covered from head to toe with a blanket.

"Thought of making myself a little remedy for my flu" Reese said as he tried to cover his face. Damn it's cold!

Finch noticed the kettle in the stove, and the box chamomile tea in the kitchen counter. "Am I right to assume the kettle, and the chamomile tea is part of the remedy?"

Not having the energy to speak, Reese nodded. Shaking his head, Finch walked towards Reese and gave him some medicine.

Thanking Finch for the medicine, he took the prescribed amount.

"Did you take something that you shouldn't have?" Finch asked. He knew almost everything about John Reese, but he didn't know if he was allergic to anything.

"No. I'm not allergic to anything. Didn't eat anything bad either" he confirmed Finch's suspicions.

"Well, then. You must have the common cold, so you're staying in bed while you're sick." The kettle started to whistle. Reese barely started to move when Finch told him to stay put, and headed for the stove. He took a cup out of the cupboard, placed a tea bag inside the cup, and poured the hot water. He let it settle for a while; he didn't want his operative to get a hot tongue. He also noticed Reese dozing off, 'the medicine must be kicking in' he thought, he will have to give Reese his tea soon and send him to bed. After a little while has passed, Finch gave the tea to Reese.

"Superman and Batman don't get sick" Reese said, as he drank the tea.

"That's because Superman is an alien, and Batman has Alfred" Finch retorted

"And I have you" Reese responded. Finch was taken back at Reese's response. Sure, the taller man had thanked him for the job and considered him as a friend, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind his words.

'Must be the drug talking' he thought. Yeah, that's it. Reese hardly took any prescription, so his body must not be used to any type of drug taken.

"Let's go, John. You need your rest"

"If a Number comes up, while I'm sidelined?"

"I'll give it to Detective Carter and Fusco. I'm sure they'll be able to handle it."

Nodding, Reese let Finch lead him to the bed. He was tired and spent. He didn't get sick often, so when he did, he felt exhausted. And grumpy.

Finch gently let Reese sit down on the bed. Quick movements would only make him worse than he is, and he would soon need him up and about. He took the blanket from him, and gently helped him lie down.

"There you go, John" he said as he placed the blanket on him.

"Thank You, Harold. You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble" he half expected Finch to leave, now that he has seen him sick, and made sure he has taken his medication, and in bed.

"No trouble. You took care of me when I was sick, I will be here to take care of you as well" Finch pulled a chair next to the bed. He took off his suit jacket, and made himself comfortable on the chair.

"You're….. You're not leaving?" he asked, his words bare audible.

"No, Mr. Reese. I have full intention on staying here until you're better. Though, I may leave later on today to check on the Machine a pick up a book or two."

"Thank You, Harold. For taking care of me" Reese quickly fell asleep. He was tired, both the medication and tea had started to work their magic.

"You're Welcome, John" Finch said, he paused for a moment. Making sure he was very much asleep before whispering "I love you".

If he could be honest, Finch felt relieved to say those words. After hearing those same words from Reese, (in which he thought it was a dream) he started to feel the same way. The man has showed him loyalty and trusts more than he has showed him. Sometimes he would flirt with him, but he assumed that's what he did with nearly everyone he met. After all, it was part of his job, but he couldn't help but fall in love with the taller man.

He noticed his love for Reese after a few months working with him. At first it was admiration for the taller man. He could take anything and still keep going. He was strong, loyal, compassionate, handsome, and brave. He was everything Finch wasn't, and he highly doubted Reese would ever want to be with him. A broken, computer geek, who is in constant pain, and could barely run.

Nope, Reese must never know about his feelings for him. They had worked too hard to let things fall apart. He needed Reese for the Numbers. Without him, he can never save anyone. He can't be selfish to want Reese. For the Numbers sake, Reese must never know.

Unbeknown to Finch, Reese was nearly unconscious when he heard Finch say "I love you", but darkness was overpowering him. He couldn't know if it was Finch who said those words, or his mind playing tricks on him.

No, it must be his mind. Finch was very secretive, and if he did have feelings for him, he would never know. And Reese didn't want to risk his friendship and trust that he had to the shorter man. So he must keep his love for Finch secret. What they had is too important to lose. No matter what he can't let Finch know.

Besides, who would ever love a monster like him?

~POI~

Before we had a sick Finch, now a sick Reese. I plan for this story to be at least 3 chapters, depending….

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it and please R&R!