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THIS IS SO GOOD. Oh I am totally looking forward to more <3

The John Reese Memorial Wing for Thugs Who Were Shot in the Knee By John Reese!

:D

Everything about this is wonderful, basically.

This is marvelous! :)

Finch does/says something that hurts John's feelings but doesn't even notice that John is hurt. John becomes distant (no more bantering with Finch, no pastries or tea...) but won't talk about it. How can Finch find out what's going on with Reese?

Can be slash or friendship.

With thanks to the commenter about -- love the prompt -- I would really love to see the reverse of it as well.

Reese does/says something that hurts Finch's feelings but doesn't even notice that Finch is hurt. Finch becomes distant (no more bantering with Reese...) but won't talk about it. How can Reese find out what's going on with Finch?

I'd really prefer slash though, tbh. :D

The Machine(or Finch) offers Shaw the dubious choice of either Leon or Root as her new tech support?

“Thank you,” the man says, a tinge of exasperation in his voice. He opens the door and slips out. “All yours. Thanks for taking such good care of him,” he says, with all apparent sincerity, before disappearing down the stairwell.

*facepalm* Oh my god John. He is THE WORST, and yet I love him so much. This is fantastically funny and a great outsider POV (and I LOVE outsider POV).

OK SO

First I just want to apologize for badness of the prose in part one above; I will definitely rework it before posting to AO3. Sorry about that.

But more importantly, an alcohol-related note: as you know, the show hasn't really brought up Reese's alcohol problem from 1x01. Like, is it a problem problem? We don't really know. For the purposes of this fic, Reese is not an alcoholic. Therefore offering him a glass of wine isn't totally insensitive and irresponsible.

*

Sighing, Finch got up from his chair. He bit down on his lower lip, as though considering something. He breathed in, hesitated, and then spoke:

"Would you care for a glass of wine, Mr Reese?"

"Sure, Finch, but...?" Reese gestured towards the window, as though to say everything's shut down for the storm. "Where are we going to get wine?"

But Finch, reaching behind a row of books, retrieved a (slightly dusty) bottle, which he set on the table. He then went into the kitchen space, and came back with something that looked like a metallic attaché case, except that it turned out to contain two delicate-looking wine glasses.

"Gee, Finch, to what do I owe this?"

"Well, Mr Reese, it's not every day you get shot at with a speargun again."

Reese replied only with an odd sound, like a stifled giggle. Finch poured a small amount of wine in one glass, held it up to his nose, and drank it. Then he served them both.

"Thank you, Harold." Reese held up his glass.

Finch nodded. "Cheers."

The downpour continued, and they chatted aimlessly, while Bear napped at Reese's feet. There wasn't anything to suggest that something was odd, or different, about this evening. Unless one considered Finch's impromptu drink suggestion odd.

The conversation was unremarkable, until Finch asked Reese if he'd ever met a serial killer before the fake Fahey.

"Not that I knew of." he said. "Though if you want my opinion, most of the agents I worked with probably had a lot in common with serial killers." Reese said it as though there was nothing special about the statement, as though he hadn't just said that he'd worked with a bunch of sociopaths.

"That can hardly have been pleasant, John." Finch said Reese's first name - his official assumed name, anyway - softly.

Reese finished his glass and poured another, and something came over him. He flushed, and looked at Finch. "Harold, there's something you should know."

And Reese, for the first time since their meeting, and for seemingly no reason at all, confided in Finch. He told him about how, in the CIA, he'd sometimes understood his targets, he'd sometimes even identified with them. He'd occasionally even felt like their roles - his targets as villains, himself and his partner as heroes, were arbitrary.

"You know, Finch, when I chased you and Root all the way to Union Station, if I'd thought it would help me find you, I would have... The only thing that would have stopped me hurting innocent people would have been that you wouldn't have wanted me to. I'm not sure I... Sometimes I'm not sure that I have a moral code, like normal people." Reese closed his eyes, as though bracing himself for bad news.

Finch had reached out, halfway through Reese's speech, to clutch Reese's hands in his. His head bobbed a bit as he slurred "John, there is no such thing as a normal person. And if you really didn't have a moral code, you wouldn't be so worried about my reaction to what you've just said."

"Harold, you're so... reasonable." Reese stood up, and started to walk around the table.

Finch took off his glasses. "I'm not reasonable, I - John!" Finch cried as Reese stumbled, and nearly fell on top of him. Reese overcompensated, while Finch reached out to steady him, and lost his balance completely. He fell flat on his back, dragging Finch along with him.

They landed awkwardly, Reese breaking Finch's fall, and Bear trotting up to see what had happened. Reese nuzzled the top of Finch's head. "Are you ok?"

"Are you ok, John?" Finch breathed in Reese's scent, and threaded their fingers together.

"I feel... odd." Reese slipped his fingers underneath Finch's collar, to feel the skin there, then ran his hand down Finch's back, and squeezed Finch's body against his own.

"Oh." Finch said.

They lay there, holding each other, running their hands over each other, until they heard a crack of thunder outside, and turned to find Bear looking at them curiously.

"John," Finch slurred. "John, we should..."

Reese interrupted him. "Yes, I know." He got to his feet, swaying only a little. His hands at his sides, his face resigned.

But when Finch stood up, precariously, he had no intention of making Reese stop... Whatever it was they were doing... He meant to show Reese something. Something about one of the bookshelves.

Finch reached for Reese's hand. "Come here."

Holding hands, dizzy with something far stronger than wine, the two went up to the books, and Finch reached back, behind one of the books, and pressed down. Just to their right, an entire bookshelf swung open, revealing a small bedroom.

"Oh." Reese said. He turned to Finch and kissed him.

(I made myself sad thinking about Finch and the bomb in the stroller (Number Crunch) and then Reese in the bomb vest on the roof in context with Nathan's death.)
Finch doesn't handle people he loves being put in soon-i'll-explode-and-you'll-be-left-alone situations. Go

only too happy to oblige!

dude sex pollen is the BEST. It's all I CAN'T HELP MYSELF NRRGH I WANT YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CAN'T GET ENOUGH etc.

...Which I hope to actually write at some point. Oh man, why does it always take at least 2000 words to get to the fucking? idek.

ANYWAY hope you like it, and thank you for commenting <3 <3 <3 Comments are my lifeblood.

OMG, this is the BEST THING EVER! ♥

So it's years from the second season finale and Reese and Finch have retired, wether they live is the suburbs, a farm in the heartland, a shack in Canada, a castle in Scotland or another city is up to you.

Now Shaw is running the operations, Leon is terrified and totally aroused by her, Zoe misses John but has great fun with Shaw (who turns out to be a great shopper, who knew, right ?), Carter is okay she guesses since Shaw took the bullet to kneecap policy, Fusco wonders why so many women in his life are scary, maybe Logan Pierce joined the party, fascinated by the idea that he can't buy Shaw (but Leon is willing to be bought !). Root is... sometime allies sometimes foe but always getting on Shaw's nerve (they could be having angry / manipulative / we are alive once again sex).

So everything is as it should be in New York and the Machine has begun to create other operations across the globe and for those people Reese and Finch are a myth.

But something happens that obliges them to go out of retirement and show that they may have aged but they still are badasses.

Or rather, Reese vacillated towards Finch, and his lips touched Finch's temple. There seemed to be something so unbearably intimate about Finch without his glasses, and Reese's mind was abruptly filled with and overwhelming need to be close to Finch, to be near him, to feel more and more of the texture of Finch under his hands, under his lips. Precious. Finch is so precious to me.

But Finch was pushing Reese, blindly, towards the inside of the bedroom. Dizzy from the drug and the wine, they wobbled through the bookcases, and pulled the secret door shut behind them. On the other side, Bear resumed his nap.

They fumbled for each other.

"John, this is okay." Finch clutched Reese, and breathed nearly directly into Reese's ear. "It wouldn't be with someone else. But it's okay with you."

Reese touched his lips to Finch's hair, to Finch's eyebrow, to his cheekbone, and then he slowly brushed his lips across Finch's.

"What do you mean?"

And then Finch's lips parted, and Reese kissed him, kissed him like he'd been waiting to do it, as though he'd always been waiting to do it, as though this was the answer to a question he hadn't even known he had.

Finch pushed Reese down on the bed, and sat down beside him.

"Harold -" Reese started to say, but Finch put his hand on Reese's mouth and pushed.

"Shhhhh," he soothed, and unzipped Reese's fly with his other hand. The fabric of Reese's pants was surprisingly thick, but his boxers were soft; Finch couldn't help but hand in. He palmed Reese's cock, while Reese writhed under him.

A frenzy seemed to come over them; Reese's hips snapped up into Finch's hand, while Finch, with his other hand, pushed down harder onto Reese's mouth and jaw. Reese reached out with his hands, but Finch snapped out "no" and Reese let them drop, limp and compliant.

"Perhaps you should ride me, Mr. Reese."

This is a thing of *absolute* beauty.

Shaw/Root is my favourite thing and they would be so snarky !

Thirded very hard !

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/803619

8D Thanks! ^____^

I'd really love to see Finch trying to care for a seriously ill Reese (and manage the numbers at the same time). I just need some good angsty h/c, you know?

I'm tempted to write this myself, but...
Shaw and Root and gun fucking please.

OH YES! Needy!John and Dominant!Harold!
I'M MELTING!

This is fantastic so far, and what is coming seems even better!

Keep on please please please!

Okay, so here we are:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/804723

See note to you at top. :)

OMG love. Laughed out loud (and I mean loud) at Crane and the new wing.

Yay, you wrote it, and it's wonderful! So happy and tragic and painful and true. Thank you so much.

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