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Re: You Can Drive My Car (Finch/Reese)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-13 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)---
Reese glanced in the back mirror. Finch had put on his seatbelt and was smiling discreetly, evidently riding the thrill of another Number saved, expression a little loose from the alcohol they had served in the Convention. The Number had been a remarkably talented one: he was saved by his own hacking skills as well as Finch's, and Reese had to give the man credit for being able to at least follow Finch's handiwork. Finch was always excited to meet a fellow geek, though he would never carry over the enthusiasm after the case had closed, but it was not yet tomorrow.
"You took three...right turns," Finch says, suddenly, meeting his eye in the mirror.
"Pardon?" Reese murmurs.
"Three right turns," Finch repeats, small smile bearing a hint of curiosity now, "which takes us back to where we started. Are you lost, Mr. Reese?"
Reese contemplates on how best to give the answer. "No," he says after a while, then with a coy arch of the brow, "Has it never occurred to you that you haven't actually told me where you live?"
"Details, Mr. Reese," Finch replies, with a drawn out 'd', and Reese realises Finch might have been more drunk than he lets on. The guy did have about five tequila shots in order to con the password out of fellow hackers, after all. And then a celebratory toast after he'd won the fastest and simplest code to break a specifically designed game firewall.
"Finch?" he tries again, careful to veer a left this time. Finch seems unperturbed by the aimless wandering in New York traffic, which was dying down as the hour approach midnight.
"The city," Finch announces suddenly, "is like a circuit board."
Reese frowns.
"Electrons flowing in a single direction," Finch continues, tapping the window once to signal passing cars. "Through switches" - a nod towards the traffic lights - "to arrive at the power source."
"Okay," Reese says slowly. He ponders about this for a minute. Then, "I always thought the city after dark was a lot like the sea."
"Oh?" Finch straightens a little in his seat, "How so?"
Reese flicks his gaze towards the side mirror. "Headlights. Like that fish in the deep sea with a lightbulb in front of his head - waiting for the prey to come towards the light."
"Melanocetus johnsonii," Finch announces, with an unwarranted dramatic flair. Reese's lips twitch. One day Finch is going to refer to the Numbers as homo sapiens and then he'd have to put his foot down, but before that? The tiny curve that dons Finch's lips, half carefully smug and half inwardly pleased, that alone is enough.
"It depends on how you look at it," Finch continues, as if they had been having a meaningful conversation. Reese turns his attention back to the road.
"How I look at what?"
"The light," Finch says, voice falling to the quiet and mesmerising. "Some say the prey come towards it, others see the fish chasing after it."
Reese huffs a laugh. "I think the fangs speak for itself, Finch."
A strange look passes Finch's face, then he breathes a sigh. "Yes, I suppose they do."
They are at a cross section now - the traffic is thinning. Three cars veered off to the right, while two went straight ahead; Reese takes his time in the queue. The slowing in motion prompts Finch's attention back to the road, and Reese watches him as he watches the passing traffic, quieter at this hour.
"And where do all the anglerfish go?" Finch asks suddenly, reverting his eyes to the driver's seat. Curious and tender; just a hint of being haunted in the lingering shadow of the streetlight.
"Home, I suppose," Reese replies.
"Home," Finch repeats, a little drunk on the word. The expression softens, opens up, decompresses; the lines around his eyes fade. In the mirror Finch closes his eyes again, half a smile tugging at his lips, looking like he's silently humming to a tune that only he knows. Home. Reese smiles a little, too, and takes the right turn that will lead them back to theirs.
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I mean... I don't even know. Anglerfishes aren't even the most pretty kind of fish. So WHY. *facepalm* Do excuse my brain.
Hope you aren't too weirded out by this, love all of your POI fics, they are amazing <3
Re: You Can Drive My Car (Finch/Reese)
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Re: You Can Drive My Car (Finch/Reese)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-30 01:55 am (UTC)(link)