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SHAW AND LEON AS B-TEAM, SOLVING A NUMBER. IN DUBIOUSLY LEGAL WAYS. With Bear. And Leon deeply disturbed(/strangely turned on) re: Shaw and Root's sexy antagonism.

Basically I would watch this spinoff show. The Shaw and Leon and Bear show.

Finch climbed onto the bed, or maybe Reese pulled him on to the bed, it was hard to tell. As though in a dream, Reese pulled off Finch's clothes, Finch's clothes, first peeling his trousers off, and then pulling down his briefs. Something so unbearably vulnerable about Finch without his glasses. Finch smelled like gabardine and library books and something... something else...

Overwhelmed, Reese leaned in close to Finch, his head lolling down over Finch's nude thighs.

Once, on a camping trip, Reese had been so exhausted that he'd fallen asleep in front of the campfire, and had woken up with his head in his best friend's lap. For a brief moment - one of those moments that stay with you, always - The warmth of the fire, the smell of the campsite, and Joey Mackensie's thigh, had felt like everything he'd ever wanted.

But then he'd woken up. The abrupt realization that he wanted to rub his face all over Joey's upper legs had made the rest of the weekend awkward, and Reese couldn't look him in the eye. On the last day, his friend had become annoyed at his weird behaviour, and Reese had seen the impatient look in his eyes and suddenly imagined Joey taking it out on him. That night, in the tent, Reese had fallen asleep with an image of Joey pinning him down, and a painful, painful hard-on. Reese had always thought that no one else could possibly want what he wanted.

He touched the soft hairs on Finch's legs. With an impatient cry, Finch grabbed his hair, and pulled Reese down over his groin. Reese felt like he'd just figured out why people used the word "swoon". Finch rubbed Reese's face onto his cock, roughly, ungainly, until Reese managed to pull it into his mouth. Reese thrust his tongue out and took it down so he could feel the head of the cock in his throat, and kept it there, swallowing down on it until he could hear Finch groan.

You should ride me. Reese sat up and scrabbled at Finch's shoulders, whispered in his ear "Harold, where are the - do you have...?" And Finch pointed at the bedside table.

Reese grappled for the drawer, and handed Finch one of the condoms while he busied himself with lubrication.

He threw his leg over Finch and gripped Finch's cock, but Finch put his hand at Reese's throat. Reese held still, and waited. And waited.

"Mr Reese, does nothing strike you as odd, at the moment?" Finch slurred.

Reese closed his eyes. Something did strike him as odd, but he couldn't remember why he should care. He just wanted Harold. "Please." He begged. "Please, please, please."

Finch ran his hands over Reese's shoulders. "Alright."

John is the neediest. Like, his need is a bottomless pit of emotional deprivation. No one can fill it. Except for Harold. Harold is like: "I know, bb, I know" and pulls John's hair because he knows. And then John feels quiet, just for a moment.

So yeah thanks for commenting. I mean, this is kind of a big thing! I never wrote actual fucking before. Blowjobs yes, fucking no. So encouragement is... encouraging. Thanks <3

BEST. SHOW. EVER. I might have to stop doing actual work and go make a banner for that...

I would watch it too, with a bucket of popcorn.

I'd love to read a story about how John is always a little injured: bruised somewhere, gunshot wound healing, cuts scarring over, broken ribs knitting. Does he use it as punishment, at least in the early days? When and how does Finch notice?

Great update! Loved the backstory. Really enjoying this.

Just. Fucking. Great.

Reese slid the head of Finch's cock, back and forth, over his anus. He heard Finch inhale sharply as he started to push down. The head of Finch's cock was real, and blunt, and Reese wanted it. He gulped, and, like an echo of himself, mouthed the word "please" one last time, as he sat all the way down on Finch's cock.

Finch took a deep breath, and threaded their fingers together.

Reese started to move. He was drugged and inebriated but still athletic, and he moved slowly and then faster and faster, holding nothing back. He pulled Finch's hand up to his mouth, kissed it and sucked fingers into his mouth. He made the bed shake under them.

The penetration overwhelmed Reese completely. He felt... the phrase "mind-blowing" would have come to mind, if he'd been capable of thought just then. How could he have gone without this for so long? If he'd known - if he'd only known - maybe...

He clenched down onto Finch's shaft, and Finch moaned, loud and long. Finch's arousal was a powerful, powerful thing; it took hold of Reese; it shattered him. He took Finch's hand, wet with saliva, and wrapped it around his own cock. Finch squeezed, Reese moved up and down, and they were floating; their whole worlds reduced to Finch's cock sliding in and out; their obscene noises drowning out the rain and thunder.

Reese shuddered, and Finch surged up and came, hard, gripping Reese's cock with his hand. Reese came in his turn, sticky and lewd, and all over Finch. His head was a jumble of thoughts. Why haven't we done this before. He sagged, and Finch pulled him down, wrapping his arms around him.

They lay there together, and passed out.

thanks! Sorry this is coming out in such tiny little increments D:

Thanks, bb <3

So all the way back in Number Crunch, Mark says to Reese that he imagined Reese would instead have gotten "a cabin in the woods, Montana maybe."

Any variation on either of these would fill me with glee:

- AU of the pilot where Finch trudges out to the tiny isolated cabin in the woods where Reese has gone to lose himself, to recruit him, and of course Finch's unsuitable car dies and it snows! (Perhaps they are sufficiently isolated they are basically snowed in for the entire winter, even? But I would be just as gleeful for huddling for warmth through a blizzard.)

- AU of Super where Finch takes John to aforementioned tiny cabin to hide out from the CIA while he recuperates, or for that matter, not an AU, just Finch and Reese need a break for some reason of your choosing! (Maybe Finch has gotten hurt?) They go to tiny cabin for recuperating purposes.

Can we get an outsider POV from Finch's security guys in the pilot, who clearly were the ones who had to drag passed-out-drunk Reese from his motel and zip tie him to a headboard for Finch? Because really. What were they *thinking* was going on?

Loved this, so John Reese. The hospital wing donated by a "Mr. Crane" was really funny, as was the knee compete. Just great.

LOL omg, this is wonderful. Poor Leah. XD

JOHN YOU ARE TERRIBLE WHY DO I LOVE YOUR STUPID FACE SO MUCH

lol Harold, donating the Ortho wing. Nicely played, Harold.

Love this. XD

Finch fixed Reese with a look that was equal parts helplessness and incredulity.

"You can't possibly mean *that* thing."

Reese's answering expression was a combination of smirk and scowl.

"Oh, dear."

(Art, fic, whatever works! I just want to see what you guys come up with ;D )

...I can do better.

Reese feels insecure due to Shaw's constant ridicule.
He thinks he has to convince Finch that he's still the best for the job.

Finch (due in part to Emerson's skill!) is amazingly good at taking on various personalities that are so different from his own (notice that Harold Partridge, in the Fix, uses a cane - but Finch doesn't - and he drops the cane once he essentially reveals himself to the villain in that restaurant scene).

Anyhoo, I'd love a story where Reese is fascinated by Finch's ability to inhabit his various personas, and wants to know more about how Finch developed that skill.

I cannot get the notion of out my head of a Reese/Finch vid set to ZZtop's Sharp Dressed Man.

I suppose I should apologize. *g*

This wad hilarious. I'm in the medical field myself, and I *loved* this. Very well done!

I've occasionally wondered that myself.

Andy is rougher than he has to be once they get their guy inside the hotel room. Before that, obviously, it was all good old Dave, never could hold his liquor--not that anyone asked, either at the run-down motel or at this upscale place, or that anyone anywhere really cared. But appearances matter, if only to give people an excuse to go on not caring, and, credit where it's due, Andy is enough of a professional to remember that.

Once they've closed the door on any possibility of an audience, though, it's clear that he's got a score to settle with the guy who showed them up in front of the boss. Which, okay, Steve can remember a time when being made a fool of was something he took personally, too, but when your cheap revenge extends to letting Steve's back take a couple hundred pounds of dead drunk because you decided to drop your half of the aforementioned drunk while his arm was still looped around Steve's shoulder, that crosses a line.

"Hey," Steve says, once he's managed to stand straight again, "who's got the broken nose here, anyway?"

Andy pauses in dragging the guy's feet up onto the bed to scowl. "Yeah, and who's got the godawful lump on his head?"

"That you got breaking my nose," Steve says dryly.

The reminder of being sent careening into Steve like they were a couple of clowns instead of experienced security professionals doesn't seem to amuse Andy, but he's exaggeratedly careful as he goes back to arranging the guy on the counterpane. "You want me to tuck in him all nice, too?" he asks when he's done. "Maybe sing him a lullaby?"

"I think I could happily go the rest of my life without hearing you sing," Steve assures him, and feels around in his pockets for a flex-cuff.

"Screw you," Andy says, but it's pure reflex action. So is tuning him out, by now. Steve kneels up on the bed for a better reach.

Cuffing the guy to the headboard takes some attention--you want the plastic snug enough to be secure, but not so tight as to cut off blood flow--and it's while Steve's working on that that Andy says, slowly, "This is kind of fucked up, isn't it?"

"How do you mean?" Steve asks.

"We're tying an unconscious guy to a bed and leaving him there," Andy says, like he's only just worked this out.

"Well, yeah," Steve says.

Andy looks agitated and semi-defiant. "So I'm saying that's fucked up!"

"It's kind of kinky, anyway," Steve allows. He eases back off the bed and sets to work double-checking the unconscious guy's pockets for anything that could damage plastic restraints or human beings.

"Kind of-- You are not telling me this is some kind of date," Andy says.

Steve shrugs. "Why not?"

Andy stares at him incredulously. "We've got a really rich guy," he says, holding out one hand. Then he holds out the other hand and says, "And we've got a really homeless guy." He shakes both hands, emphasizing the distance between them.

"We don't know he was living on the street," Steve says, philosophically. "Maybe he just grew out his beard and raided a thrift shop." He concludes his search, having found nothing of interest. The poor guy is still out cold. He looks younger now that he's shaved--probably too old to be Steve's son, but he could have dated his daughter, maybe. He looks almost harmless, asleep. "People do weird things for love, rich people do weird things all the time. I can only imagine what rich people in love might get up to."

"He smelled, though," Andy says, insistent, like this is the ultimate proof.

Steve sighs and turns to face him.

"Okay, so you're saying--what? Our employer has a fetish for large, violent, destitute men who don't like him back?"

It's exactly what both of them are thinking, but the second Steve says the words, Andy goes into reverse, the way Steve knew he would.

"Or he could know something," Andy says defensively. "He could have questions for him."

"Making this pretty much exactly like dozens of other jobs we've had," Steve points out.

"Well, that's true," Andy admits, after a beat.

Steve gives him a thin, sideways smile and starts going over the room.

It's just a quick pass to make sure they haven't missed any obvious weapons or left any obvious traces or anything, but Andy trails after him as he works. "Why'd you tie his left hand?" he asks, while Steve is checking the flex-cuff one last time.

"Because he's left-handed," Steve says.

"Oh." Andy digests this. "He's pretty dangerous, though. Shouldn't we tie both?"

"See, you pretend to judge, but secretly you're into it," Steve deadpans, but Andy looks so distressed that he relents. "Instructions were to leave one hand free, we leave one hand free. Not my funeral."

"Well, okay," Andy says, only a little doubtfully.

There's really nothing left to do except declare their creepy little mission complete, but Andy seems to want to linger, like he still thinks there's something left undone.

"I really don't think he's going to pull free," Steve tells him.

Andy nods distractedly. "You really think it's okay, to leave him like this?"

So Steve thinks about it.

With just the one hand tied, he'll be able to use the phone--assuming he wakes up, and assuming it really is connected, these being two assumptions Steve is only mostly comfortable making. He's clearly way out of Steve and Andy's league as far as close combat goes, but that doesn't mean he's invulnerable. If he has his wits about him the next time somebody comes close, he could probably snap them like a twig. On the other hand, with adequate precautions, there's really no limit to what you can do to a restrained captive.

Steve takes one last look around the room, glancing from the sturdy headboard to the guy's shoes where they lie atop the hotel's clean linens, and finally to his own eyes staring at him from the mirror beside the bed.

Looking back to Andy, he raises his eyebrows and says, "I think the last guy who didn't like a job Mr. Crake offered him ended up zip-tied to a bed."

Andy blinks at him.

"Yeah, okay," he says, and turns to go.

Stuff like this, it makes you think. Well, it makes Steve think, anyway--Andy it probably just gives mild indigestion.

But Steve's mortgage is all but paid off, his granddaughter's college fund is looking pretty healthy these days, and Pam's been making noises about wouldn't it be nice to spend their retirement together, and not in a way where he's in an urn cluttering up her mantelpiece, either. Maybe it is time to get out of this line of work.

He leaves the lights on in the room, and makes sure to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle on his way out.

This is great. The contrast between the two men works really nicely and I really love how Steve handles Andy and his observation about the last person to turn down Crane.

Holy shit are you trying to kill us, just the first paragraph of this comment here is practically a fill all on its own, clearly written for the prompt "say something heartbreaking and perfect about Reese/Finch". He pulls John's hair because he knows, fucking hell, there goes my life.

OMG, this means we get angsty aftermath now, right? There have been so many awesome character moments, this is going to be brilliant.

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the shaw and leon and bear show

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Finch/Reese - Reese is always injured, h/c

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Reese/Finch, cabin in Montana

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