It’s Not Over 2

Finch ended up calling his hotel to have the 24-hour room service cook some steak au poivre, knowing that the kitchen staff was top-notch at all times. They were waiting with his order at the front entrance so he didn’t even have to step out of the car. After they had loaded the bag into the back seat, Finch only took a moment to thank Mira and make sure everything was running smoothly before heading back to Reese’s apartment. The steaks needed to rest for a few minutes, but he didn’t want them to get cold, either.

When he arrived at the apartment, he found the glass dinner table strewn with parts from the bomb vest. Not wanting to disturb anything (especially anything explosive) and knowing that Reese was as meticulous about his weapons as he himself was with his algorithms, Finch took the bag into the kitchen to pull the food containers out. He was noting with satisfaction that they were still hot when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. Reese was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but his boxers and a towel across his still-steaming shoulders.

“Smells good.”

“I thought, given the circumstances, that some beef would help rebuild your stamina,” Finch answered drily. “I can’t imagine that the fare at Rikers was decent.”

“I’ve had worse,” Reese said, stepping closer to watch Finch dish out the food. “This is definitely better.”

Finch handed him a full plate before finishing loading his own. “I should hope so. The dining table was already occupied — do you want to sit at the coffee table?”

Reese had already taken a bite of potato, so he spoke with his mouth half full. “Sure. Although I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep if I don’t keep moving.”

“Eat fast, then,” Finch ordered. He deftly opened the chilled bottle of merlot, left it to breathe for a moment while he hunted for glasses, and took the filled glasses out to the sofa where Reese was appreciatively chewing his steak. When he handed one to him, Reese raised it in a toast.

“To life, love, and liberty.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Finch agreed, clinking his glass against Reese’s before taking a sip. Then he scurried back into the kitchen to grab his plate as well as the containers; he knew Reese would polish off every last morsel before he was done.

The exhaustion on Reese’s careworn face was evident to Finch as they ate. The lines around his mouth seemed deeper, the shadows darker, his cheeks pale and drawn. There were multiple cuts and bruises on his body, too, which could have come from any number of physical traumas: the fight in the bank basement, the beating in the prison yard, or the horrific rollover accident in which he had been captured. Finch no longer had an appetite but he forced himself to finish his food, knowing that he needed the energy — he still had the hard drive to analyze as well. When Reese was done and sitting there, contentedly sipping his wine, Finch got up to put their dishes and the containers away. He needed to peel his eyes away from Reese’s bare body before he was caught in the act of staring.

However, Reese followed him to the kitchen, coming to stand right beside him as he washed the dishes.

“Harold… Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, John. I could hardly let you sacrifice yourself without at least trying to help.”

“Still… there aren’t a lot of people who would’ve been willing to take that risk. I’m not even sure any of the guys in my old unit would have.”

Finch set the clean plates on a rack and wiped his hands with a towel, all the while avoiding meeting Reese’s eyes.

“I’m just glad it worked out… this time.” Finch needed a place to rest his gaze, so he chose a faded scar on Reese’s chest. “The next time, it might not… but regardless of the outcome, I’m glad for the Numbers we’ve been able to save — the difference we’ve been able to make so far. Even if I hadn’t chosen the right code tonight… I wouldn’t have regretted anything.”

Reese nodded. “I know. And I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am… that one of the Numbers you saved was me.”

Finch noticed the scar was growing larger and Reese’s husky voice was coming closer. He finally looked up and was mesmerized by Reese’s deep-set eyes, which were gazing down at him with an unfathomable depth of emotion. He almost didn’t notice that Reese was wrapping him in his arms, drawing him close.

“You’ve saved my life three times now,” Reese continued, his voice lowering to a whisper. “I can never repay you; I owe you everything.”

Finch’s jaw had gone slack, but he licked his lips nervously and managed to answer, “You don’t owe me anything, John… I couldn’t have done anything without you….”

As his words trailed off, Finch felt himself drawn up into Reese’s steely embrace; before he could fully prepare himself for what was to come, any further comment was cut off by Reese’s lips upon his. Warm, soft, and surprisingly gentle, the kiss ended in a moment, but it left Finch breathless.

“Ah… I, uh…” Finch stuttered.

“Stay with me. Please.”

Reese’s expression was more vulnerable than Finch had ever seen it before, but all he could do was panic.

“I, um… I’m sorry, Mr. Reese, but I, ah… I have to… I need to analyze that hard drive,” he said, suddenly remembering. As he drew away from his partner, he patted the object in his pocket. “Have to figure out… what it contained… if it’s a virus, or… something worse…”

Reese looked disappointed, but he only nodded again. “All right. I’ll talk to you later.”

Finch nodded also, curtly, and found that he had been released from Reese’s grip. He turned and limped away, not sure whether he was more relieved or disappointed. Reese ambled after him but headed for the bed.

“Oh, and, uh… this goes without saying, I suppose, but, ah… you should take the day off tomorrow. And as many days as you need to, uh… recuperate.”

“Thanks, Finch. For everything.”

Finch nodded again and hastily exited the apartment. He hobbled down the stairs so rapidly that he was panting by the time he reached his car.


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4 Comments

  1. Plink42

     /  2013/07/01

    Finch! Quit thinking so much get back to Reese this instant! You know you want to!

    Please fix this and soon! >:O

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  2. rainiejanie

     /  2013/07/01

    Oh my, shirtless Reese! Thud alert!

    You go ahead and work on that thing, Finch. I’ll keep him warm for you. And by all means, take your time. 😉

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