POI fic - Comfort
TITLE: POI fic - Comfort
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 186
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Little Dog Series #8. John is feeling down
After all he had seen and done in the army and working for the CIA, John didn’t know why he was still so surprised at the evil that men do. It always hit him hard when their number was a villain rather than a victim. They had thwarted him of course, but it still left John feeling---sad. He had returned to the library and sat on the couch to brood.
Finch hadn’t said anything, simply placing a steaming mug at his side before limping away. Kipling, no doubt sensing John’s mood, had joined him on the couch, placing his head in John’s lap and gazing up at John adoringly with his soulful doggy eyes. As John carefully sipped his frothy hot chocolate he idly pet the small dog with his other hand, musing that maybe life wasn’t so bleak after all.
His mood lightened further when Finch returned carrying a small plate of cookies from his “secret” stash. (John had of course snooped until he found their hiding place, but he wasn’t foolish enough to snitch any. Even Fusco would know better than to do that)
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 186
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Little Dog Series #8. John is feeling down
After all he had seen and done in the army and working for the CIA, John didn’t know why he was still so surprised at the evil that men do. It always hit him hard when their number was a villain rather than a victim. They had thwarted him of course, but it still left John feeling---sad. He had returned to the library and sat on the couch to brood.
Finch hadn’t said anything, simply placing a steaming mug at his side before limping away. Kipling, no doubt sensing John’s mood, had joined him on the couch, placing his head in John’s lap and gazing up at John adoringly with his soulful doggy eyes. As John carefully sipped his frothy hot chocolate he idly pet the small dog with his other hand, musing that maybe life wasn’t so bleak after all.
His mood lightened further when Finch returned carrying a small plate of cookies from his “secret” stash. (John had of course snooped until he found their hiding place, but he wasn’t foolish enough to snitch any. Even Fusco would know better than to do that)