Looking for a new title! So, if you've read any of my other fanfics, you'll know that I have trouble keeping a fic serious. It doesn't help that I was purposely making more than half of those fics crackfics. But the point is, I'm going to try really hard to make this normal, and please tell me if I get off track. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I made up Jerome Harris and Quincy High School.

Disclaimer: I don't own Person of Interest.

Mr. Reese entered the Library to the sounds the clicking of the keys on the keyboard and the infernal squeaking of Bear's squeaky toy.

He neared the section of the Library where Finch worked. Finch glanced up at him, his fingers still flying over the keyboard. "Had your yoga classes again, Mr. Reese?"

"Do we have a new number?" John asked, ignoring the question.

Finch nodded. He got up and taped a picture of a teenaged African American boy on the glass board. "Jerome Harris, freshman at Quincy High School. Fifteen years old, lives on 53rd street with his mom, dad, and seventeen year old sister, Samone. He was in juvie for theft but says he was wrongly accused."

Finch turned to Mr. Reese. "I can't watch him when he's in school, Finch. I'm trying to stay out of jail."

"Already taken care of that. You're his new P.E. teacher."

Mr. Reese stared at Finch. "You can't be serious."

"I am quite serious, Mr. Reese."

"I don't know anything about P.E."

Finch eyed him. "John, you get in some kind of physical fight almost every day. You can handle baseball."

"I can't go in a school with a gun!" Reese threw out another excuse desperately.

Now Finch just stared at him blatantly. "Since when have laws bothered you? Just don't pull out your gun and start shooting at every given moment. Anyway, schools would probably be much safer if all the teachers had guns."

Mr. Reese sighed. It looked like he wasn't getting out of this one. "Fine."

Finch smiled and handed him a piece of paper. "Here's your schedule and lesson plan for this week. I think you'll like it. Your first class starts in an hour. I suggest you get ready." Finch offered him a pair of track pants and a t-shirt.

John took the clothes and the paper and started to leave but Finch stopped him, "And, Mr. Reese?"

"Yes, Harold?"

"Don't encourage violence. We don't want you fired."

Detective Carter walked to her desk, nodding a hello to Fusco as she went. An invitation sat on her keyboard. She picked it up and read it. "Office party?" she muttered. "Hey, Fusco," she said, turning to him.

"Yeah, Carter?"

"You get this invitation to an office party too?"

He nodded and held up his invitation. "Yeah, some new annual homicide detective only office party some idiot thought up. We're required to go."

Carter glanced at the date on the light blue card and sighed. "That's Taylor's birthday."

"You'll think of something."

So what do you think? Please review! Looking for a new title!