Warning: This fic is incredibly stupid. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm sorry if I get any of the names wrong. I'm not that good with the names of characters from TV shows and I only started watching this a couple weeks ago.

Disclaimer: I don't own Person of Interest.

"Mr. Reese?" Finch asked.

"Yes, Finch?" Mr. Reese muttered, punching a man in the face.

"Hurry up, we have a new number."

Mr. Reese kicked in another man's face and shot another. He called Detective Carter, "You received an anonymous tip for drug-dealing at 483 Maple Street." He hung up before Carter could say anything.

Mr. Reese hurried back to the library. "Finch?"

"What?" Finch asked. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "We have to go undercover for this one."

Finch tossed him some clothes. "Why do we need these? It works just fine wearing suits." Mr. Reese asked.

"Maybe, but people have been referring to us as those-two-really-epic-dudes-that-always-wear-suits-and-follow-number-thingies."

"Oh."

Five Months Later

"Finch?"

"Yes, Mr. Reese?"

"We need to go back to wearing suits."

"Why?"

"I heard somebody describe us as those-two-weird-people-who- follow-number-thingies."

See what boredom does to you? Increasingly pointless one-shots that are really short. Please review.