POI fic: Thanksgiving dinner
TITLE: POI fic - Thanksgiving dinner
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: see title
John entered the library, glad that they had been able to wrap up their latest number early for the holiday. He had taken Bear with him as back up so that he wouldn’t have to interrupt Carter or Fusco’s time with their kids.
As he entered the computer room his lips quirked in a small grin at the containers with traditional turkey and fixings squeezed on their small table. From the wonderful smells, the food must have just been recently heated in preparation for John’s arrival. Finch must have thought ahead and had this ready knowing it would be difficult to find someplace to eat and not wanting John to settle for Hot Pockets for the holiday.
Bear must have also found the food tantalizing, as he surged forward to the table and darted up to gobble up some of the sliced turkey. Finch squawked in outrage while John dove to grab Bear’s collar, and in the ensuing scuffle a number of the side dishes were knocked from the table.
As Finch tried to salvage what he could and Bear happily cleaned the mess from the floor, John went to retrieve and reheat their leftover Chinese to supplement what remained of the holiday feast.
So with Bear diligently gnawing away at his un-squeaky toy, Reese and Finch shared yet another meal in companionable silence after a job well done.
Finch peered into a container and poked about with his chopsticks, before huffing in disappointment.
John thought how much better this holiday was than what he would have expected just a short time ago and murmured a quiet “Thanks, Harold” as Finch passed Reese the container.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: see title
John entered the library, glad that they had been able to wrap up their latest number early for the holiday. He had taken Bear with him as back up so that he wouldn’t have to interrupt Carter or Fusco’s time with their kids.
As he entered the computer room his lips quirked in a small grin at the containers with traditional turkey and fixings squeezed on their small table. From the wonderful smells, the food must have just been recently heated in preparation for John’s arrival. Finch must have thought ahead and had this ready knowing it would be difficult to find someplace to eat and not wanting John to settle for Hot Pockets for the holiday.
Bear must have also found the food tantalizing, as he surged forward to the table and darted up to gobble up some of the sliced turkey. Finch squawked in outrage while John dove to grab Bear’s collar, and in the ensuing scuffle a number of the side dishes were knocked from the table.
As Finch tried to salvage what he could and Bear happily cleaned the mess from the floor, John went to retrieve and reheat their leftover Chinese to supplement what remained of the holiday feast.
So with Bear diligently gnawing away at his un-squeaky toy, Reese and Finch shared yet another meal in companionable silence after a job well done.
Finch peered into a container and poked about with his chopsticks, before huffing in disappointment.
John thought how much better this holiday was than what he would have expected just a short time ago and murmured a quiet “Thanks, Harold” as Finch passed Reese the container.