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Crossover, Finch and The Lone Gunmen

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-05 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
So, you may recall that the The Lone Gunmen and their publication were funded by unknown financial backers who supported their cause. What if one of those backers happened to be a thirtysomething IFT executive with a penchant for hacking, surveillance, geek culture and conspiracy theories?

Could be comic or deeply tragic. (Could also explain a lot!)
Edited 2013-04-05 02:25 (UTC)
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Re: Cuffed, Reese & Finch, Reese in handcuffs, General, No Warnings

[personal profile] kayqy 2013-04-05 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Heh, indeed. I think Finch has kind of overlooked the fact that Reese was likely trained to work through minor inconveniences like druggings and injuries.

However, I suspect that while Reese will get out of the cuffs fairly easily, he will not avoid some... interesting side-effects on the way there. I just can't decide the proper balance of hilarious and life-threatening said effects should result in.... :P
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Re: Finch - backstory (crossover)

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
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Re: Crossover, Finch and The Lone Gunmen

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
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Leverage Crossover

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Going to save a number, Finch and Reese encounter the team from Leverage, also on a job in the same place (maybe even the same job but from another angle.)

Bonus points if Elliott and John bond over, like, punching techniques.

MEGA ULTRA BONUS POINTS if Hardison realizes that Harold is his nerd king and Harold knows of his hacking exploits through the techy gossip channels and they have a mutual admiration society and become adorable nerd friends.

FILL: Touch, Reese/Finch, Teen, 3/?

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"John you're here… early"

Reese stares at the floor, embarrassed. He would rather see Finch than… He feel like it must be all over his face. Finch, I would rather be with you, his face must be saying. I would rather sit here, listen to you obliquely casting aspersions on my intelligence.

When Reese looks up, he sees Finch look as surprised as Reese has ever seen him. Like he didn't expect to see him.

"Did you have a nice walk?"

John hesitates. "We did, but Bear missed you"


They spend the rest of the afternoon in the library. Finch has work to do. John grabs a book; sits by the window.

Sometimes, Reese wonders what Finch would have been like in school. He must have spent long hours at the library. Would he have been all alone, or with study partners? Or maybe not. When Finch was an undergrad, would he have had to use those gigantic computers that took up a whole room? Reese doesn't know. If so, they definitely wouldn't have been at the library. Either way: he would probably have been lonely. Probably have been wishing that people were as logical as FORTRAN. Reese pictures him with taped-up glasses and a cardigan. Wonders if he would have gotten along with undergrad-Finch.

Reese looks at Finch, sitting at his desk. Wrists poking out from his jacket sleeves. Jaw working a bit in concentration. Finch doesn't move at all, doesn't even reach out to touch his glasses - he must be really focused. Reese wonders if Harold looks exactly the same when he's here on his own. Reese has never been able to do surveillance on the inside of the library, so he doesn't know.

Right from the start, Reese always assumed that Finch knew when he was being watched. When Reese was following him. It would have been absurd to think otherwise. Reese kept doing it because he thought Finch might want to observe his skills from the mark's vantage point (surely Finch would be a connoisseur of surveillance techniques, at this point? Reese thought he would appreciate it.) Also, in Reese's experience, everyone, everyone slips up at some point. So Reese thought Finch would let something through, eventually. Something about himself… But instead Finch seemed to decide when to reveal things almost as a didactic technique. Like: "congratulations Mr Reese, as a gesture of support for the 200+ hours of surveillance you have conducted, here is an infinitesimally small amount of information about myself." Or: "ah, Mr Reese, you have assembled these pieces of information in a manner that almost successfully mimics intelligence! Here is another woefully tiny morsel knowledge about me." Or that's what if felt like, anyway.

The worst part was, Reese started to like it.
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FILL: John buys cupcakes

[personal profile] lazulisong 2013-04-05 05:41 am (UTC)(link)'s been a long day/week/life so apologies for quality, but cupcakes, right.

On Wednesday, John bought cupcakes.

There was a little bakery on one of the routes he ran, one of the type with a depressingly twee name and a store design self-consciously and ironically based on 1950s Good Housekeeping ads. The owners were in their late twenties and aggressively interested in local foods and organic ingredients; John thought they looked like they'd spent two or three years in Portland with the other fucking hipsters and then come back to New York to use their trust fund money.

They seemed nice enough, though, always there at four am while John ran past; sweeping the sidewalk and setting up chairs by six am for the muffin crowd. The shop smelled good, too, sweet but not cloying. And John liked cupcakes, secretly, a little ashamed of himself. They were such an unnecessary thing, such a civilian thing. He'd dreamed about them a couple times overseas, and woken up almost able to taste them. In his dreams he was in grade school again, and it was someone's birthday (not his) or someone's wife had made a bunch and they'd brought them in, half shamed, half proud, to the guys at the base; he hadn't had one for five years maybe.

That Wednesday he took Bear with him for his run. Finch was deep in some coding fugue state and Bear had rolled his eyes up at him in mute appeal, so they'd run a couple five miles and were cooling down when they passed the shop. The owners kept an old dog bowl, a battered metal thing, outside, and Bear made a beeline for it. John stood holding Bear's leash while Bear lapped noisily at the water, and one of the owners poked her head out and said, "Is there enough water? Let me." Bear licked at the bottom of the bowl, and the girl took the bowl away and brought out more water, so cold the sides of the bowl were dewed with it, and Bear drank about half of it all at once and then tried to lick her hand too.

"Thanks," said John. He looked in the window while the girl petted Bear and made a fuss of him, and decided quite suddenly that he wanted a cupcake. There was one with a piped fat marshmallowy looking bird that he could get for Harold, too. "I don't want to leave him, but -- could I get one of those with the bird? and a Chantilly one, with the fruit on top." He pulled out his wallet.

When he got back to the library Bear was walking funny from trying to both heel and get his nose up into the box of cupcakes and John pulled out the dog cookie the girl had thrown in and sent him off to his bed. Harold was still hunched over his monitors, and barely looked up as they walked in. "A good run, Mr Reese?" he said.

"Pretty fair," said John, setting the cupcake for Harold where he would see it when he looked up from coding again, but away from Bear's eager nose.

John's cupcake was delicious; he tasted the memory of it all day long.

Re: Reese/Finch - Voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Argh, I never know what the protocol is for answering comments anon. Also, answering comments about anything unfinished! But I just want to say: thank you! Yay! <3

Re: Reese/Finch - Voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
<3 <3 <3 <3

Re: Reese/Finch - Voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
as you wish <3

Re: FILL: Touch, Reese/Finch, Teen, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
RIGHT? My headcanon Reese is a mountain of barely-contained libido. And Finch knows it, he just doesn't allow himself to think about it.

Re: Finch/Reese - Finch dresses down, Reese likes it

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:47 am (UTC)(link)

Re: FILL: John buys cupcakes

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
:=D! This made me happy! Thank you!
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Re: Reese, you're a kitty!

[personal profile] lazulisong 2013-04-05 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
maybe not quite what you're looking for but I am writing the world's slowest version of this (it gets updates when I have brain / someone guilts me):
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FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn]

[personal profile] arduinna 2013-04-05 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
“Huh.” Finch leaned back in his chair, staring at a monitor.

John quirked an eyebrow. “Finch?”

“Oh -- we have a new number, but... it’s odd.”

“Odd how?”

“Odd in that this is the eighth time I’ve seen it come up, although only the first since you joined me.”

“... Huh.”

“Precisely. I’ll have to update the information, but here’s what I have so far.” Finch clicked on a folder and brought up the dossier as John moved closer to look over his shoulder. “His name’s Robert --”

“McCall,” John finished, straightening a bit.

“You know him?”

“Of him. Man’s a legend. Before my time, but I’ve heard some of the stories.”


John bared his teeth in a smile. “Very.”

“I’ve been assuming that the repetition of his number meant he was a perpetrator rather than a victim, but --” Finch hesitated, sweeping a hand at the screen as he leaned back to look up at John. “How dangerous can he be? The man’s 82 years old.”

“The man’s a legend,” John repeated softly, eyes fixed on the image on the screen. Older than the pictures he’d seen, sure -- the hair had whitened and thinned out into a bald spot, and the slight paunch and heavy jowl of middle age had thickened into roundness, while the ramrod-straight spine had softened into a slight stoop.

But the gaze was still sharp, and the grip on the cane was one that could turn it into a weapon in an instant.

“We all got warned about him, anyone who was ever in New York -- stay away from McCall. He was retired, and he was off-limits. Official word was that it was out of respect for his service.”

“And the unofficial word?”

“Rumor had it he had something on someone, or lots of someones. Something big, big enough that he could walk away on his own terms and not be touched. The stories said he retired to be some kind of vigilante, help the little guy who couldn’t find help anywhere else.”

Finch raised his eyebrows at that. “Really.”

John grinned. “Sound familiar?” Amusement faded as he moved closer to the displays, reaching out to brush his finger above the glassy surface of the photograph. “I don’t know how true it was, but men like him don’t retire peacefully, Finch.” He turned his head and caught Finch’s eye. “Men like him don’t retire.”

“They go out in a blaze of glory?” Finch asked softly.

“Or vengeance. Or petty grudges.” John stepped back, rolling his shoulders to settle his jacket more firmly. “Whatever it is, this man is still dangerous.”

“I never saw any reports of deaths after his number cleared.”

“No,” John agreed. “You wouldn’t.”

“... Ah. Quite.” Finch turned back to his monitors, frowning. “Well, I suggest you follow your legend --” He stopped when John shook his head.

“He’ll spot a tail, even me.”

“... All right, then. Perhaps, instead of watching from a distance, it would be better to go up close and personal, get inside his guard. You could challenge him to a game of chess; he plays in the park most days.”

“Don’t think so. He’s a Cold War spook, Finch, and he was the best. He’ll have me pegged for ex-military and CIA before I even sit down.” What must it be like, he wondered, to make it to 82.

“Then I suppose I shall have to,” Finch said, rising to his feet, mouth set in a determined line.

“What? No, Finch -- listen, whatever’s going on with McCall, it’s too dangerous for you to be out there with him.”

“I don’t really see what other choice we have, Mr. Reese. If you’re right, he’d spot Fusco or Carter as fast as he’d spot you. Besides, if I play this right, I can even explain why you’re lurking about, if he notices -- you can be my bodyguard. He’ll buy that, won’t he?”

John nodded grudgingly. “It’s about the one thing he will buy, if you do the discreetly-wealthy thing.”

“I’ll see if I can manage,” Finch said dryly, slipping into his perfectly tailored coat.

McCall was at the park, as expected, just settling in at what seemed to be his favorite table. The long wool coat from Finch’s dossier photo was missing, replaced with a thick wool cardigan against the cool October breeze.

They risked a circuit of the tables, with Finch peering interestedly and obviously at players and games while John eyed the bushes and checked sight-lines, and tallied possible threats, discreetly enough so most of the park patrons wouldn’t notice. Finch meandered casually back to McCall’s table and smiled slightly, gesturing at the board. “May I?”

“Oh, yes, please,” McCall said, reaching a hand across the table. “Robert.”

Finch shook it politely. “Harold. Shall we?”

“Pleasure,” McCall said. He picked up a white and black pawn, hiding them for Finch to pick, and the game was on.

John took up position nearby, with the widest possible view, letting the occasional murmur of polite game-and-weather chatter between Finch and McCall wash over him, as it gradually shifted to include travel, music, and art. Sounded like they were well-matched -- no surprise there.

“Check and mate, I believe,” McCall said eventually, sounding pleased.

Finch made a rueful sound, and tipped his king over. “So it is. I would insist on a rematch, but I must admit I’m getting rather hungry. Would you care to join me for lunch?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose...”

Finch smiled. “It’s no imposition. I’ve enjoyed our game and our conversation, and I’d very much like to continue it. Please join me. There’s a very good steakhouse nearby.”

McCall studied him for a moment, then smiled back. “All right, then. Why not?”


They strolled through the park to the nearest exit, John following ten yards behind, lurking with as much casual menace as he could to give off the proper air of rich man’s hired muscle.

The path curved around a small stand of bushes, and Finch and McCall vanished from John’s view. He sped up, just in time to hear Finch’s alarmed “What do you want?” followed by a distinctive crunching sound. He broke into a run, bursting into the tiny grotto in the bushes where McCall was standing over two would-be assailants.

“You call that an ambush?” McCall said contemptuously, pointing his cane at one of the men, who subsided back into the ground, wide-eyed. “Whoever had the training of you did a damn poor job, let me tell you. Go on, go on, get out of here -- and tell your boss I am getting tired of these little ‘surprises’ of his. If he wants me, he’s going to have to do a damn sight better than this!”

The last was shouted after the departing backs of the two hobbling thugs.

“Where’d you hit ‘em?” John asked mildly.

“Kneecaps,” McCall said, brandishing the cane a bit. “Best place -- can’t protect them, and if you take out a kneecap, the other fellow’s going down.”

John nodded approvingly. “That’s what I’ve always thought.”

“Now, as for you.” The cane was suddenly at the base of John’s throat.

John went perfectly still.

“Why are you surveilling me? Do you work with them?” He jerked a head after the thugs, eyes ice-cold.

“He works for me,” Finch said, stepping closer.

John shot him a look, trying to warn him off.

“Yes, thank you, that much is perfectly clear. Clever cover, hiding in plain sight like that. But that doesn’t answer the surveillance question.”

“I just wanted to play some chess,” Finch said.

John shut his eyes briefly.

McCall snorted. “Oh, do me a favor. Do I look like I was born yesterday? You made a circuit to assess the situation, then came back and you -- Harold, is it, really? -- inserted yourself to keep a close eye on me, and I assume to bug me, while this one here assessed the broader picture. Wonderful job, by the way, splendid work spotting and stopping those two so the senior citizen could go peacefully about his day instead of having to risk life and limb.”

The acid was remarkable; John could almost feel actual strips of skin coming off. He braced himself and met McCall’s eyes. “Begging your pardon, sir, but I don’t think it was your life or limbs at risk there.”

McCall huffed out a breath, not quite a laugh. “Perhaps so. But you’ve still not answered my question.”

“We were here to help. We got a tip that someone was going to try to take you out, if not today then soon -- no details, no names, just that something was going down. We just wanted to be around to help. Totally unnecessarily, as it turns out.” He looked at Harold. “I told you, the man’s a legend.”

“I’m beginning to believe it,” Harold agreed. “Mr. McCall, do you think you could let my associate go? We have no quarrel with you, nor you with us. He’s telling you the truth -- we wanted to help.”

McCall shook his head and lowered the cane. “I must be going soft,” he said. “I actually believe you.”

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear it,” John murmured.

McCall grinned at him, bright and battle-sharp. John carefully kept his hands in view.

“Now, about that lunch,” Finch said.

McCall raised an eyebrow at him; John didn’t quite dare, under the circumstances.

“I meant what I said, Robert -- I enjoyed our game and our conversation a great deal, and I’d like to continue at least one of them. And I really am hungry. Will you still join us?”

McCall blinked once. “‘Us,’ is it? So, not quite the hired muscle you seem to be after all?”

“Not quite,” John said.

“Good. You’d be wasted in a position like that. Ex-CIA, isn’t it? And Special Forces, too, unless I miss my guess.”

John slanted an I-told-you-so look at Finch. “I’m Harold’s head of security.”

McCall snorted. “Of course you are.” He eyed them both for a moment, clearly considering the proposition. “All right, gentlemen, you’re on -- let’s ‘do lunch’, as they say, and see where that takes us. I find I’m very intrigued by you two, very intrigued indeed.”

John shifted to walk between Finch and McCall, ignoring the exasperated look Finch sent him and McCall’s quiet chuckle. This was going to be a long lunch.

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Re: FILL: Touch, Reese/Finch, Teen, 3/?

[personal profile] dien 2013-04-05 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Eeee, really liking this so far. <3

Re: Reese, you're a kitty!

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
Awwww, this was exactly what I wanted!!! How did I not see this on the AO3. Yay, thanks!
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Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-05 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Whoohoo! McCall still being everyone's BAMF Grandpa. He took out the thugs with his cane, damnit. I love it!
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Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

[personal profile] loligo 2013-04-05 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I only know the Equalizer by reputation, but this was still awesome.
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Re: Home Run (Reese/Finch) (Epilogue) - not explicit, no warnings

[personal profile] scribblinlenore 2013-04-05 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Baseball and clams in love--two of my favorite things together. Awesome!

Re: POI/The Equalizer Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Not sure if you knew I had done some POI/Equalizer crossovers if you want to see them

Re: Dead Zone Fusion/AU

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
just found this kinkmeme. I had actually started a Dead Zone crossover fusion a while back. So if no one fills this here you may eventually see one if I ever finish

Re: Stargate universe fusion

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Have some stories like this here:

Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here! Woohoo! McCall is a legend, absolutely. I love it! And Finch, always getting side-eyed by men who think he should know better. And I kind of love fanboy!John.

Thank you!
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Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

[personal profile] arduinna 2013-04-05 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yay, I'm so glad you like it! The idea had never even occurred to me, but the minute I saw the prompt it grabbed me hard - what a fabulous notion. <3