POI fic: Sexting
TITLE: POI fic - Sexting
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Reese stumbles across some interesting communications....
Finch wasn’t around when Reese entered the library, though the activity on the monitors indicated he was somewhere nearby. Indulging his curiosity and the opportunity to snoop, Reese strolled over to the computer to see what Finch had been working on. He was surprised when a click on a minimized window brought up an email. Was Finch--sexting? And with whom? The email was rather explicit. In his shock John failed to notice Finch’s return.
“Was there something you needed, Mr. Reese?”
“No, no, just checking in…..wondering if we had another number yet….” John cursed under his breath. How could he be blushing? This certainly shouldn’t embarrass him. It should be Finch who was embarrassed. Finch however looked as composed as ever as he slid into his seat once John had moved aside.
“Are you all right Mr Reese? You seem a bit..flushed?”
“Fine. Fine. I’m just…fine”
“Glad to hear it. Now that we have that settled if you would be on your way. I will contact you when the next number comes in.” As John left Finch called out “and remember what I told you. You might not always like what you find.”
When John was gone Finch reopened the offending email. It was nice to have a theory confirmed. There were times where more in-depth contact with the machine was necessary. But no one would look too closely at these messages and certainly no one would consider they were coming from a machine. As the message went through his decryption algorithm Finch mused that his machine was getting quite…talented. But then, he had programmed it to learn and the machine did have a wealth of information to serve as a guide.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Reese stumbles across some interesting communications....
Finch wasn’t around when Reese entered the library, though the activity on the monitors indicated he was somewhere nearby. Indulging his curiosity and the opportunity to snoop, Reese strolled over to the computer to see what Finch had been working on. He was surprised when a click on a minimized window brought up an email. Was Finch--sexting? And with whom? The email was rather explicit. In his shock John failed to notice Finch’s return.
“Was there something you needed, Mr. Reese?”
“No, no, just checking in…..wondering if we had another number yet….” John cursed under his breath. How could he be blushing? This certainly shouldn’t embarrass him. It should be Finch who was embarrassed. Finch however looked as composed as ever as he slid into his seat once John had moved aside.
“Are you all right Mr Reese? You seem a bit..flushed?”
“Fine. Fine. I’m just…fine”
“Glad to hear it. Now that we have that settled if you would be on your way. I will contact you when the next number comes in.” As John left Finch called out “and remember what I told you. You might not always like what you find.”
When John was gone Finch reopened the offending email. It was nice to have a theory confirmed. There were times where more in-depth contact with the machine was necessary. But no one would look too closely at these messages and certainly no one would consider they were coming from a machine. As the message went through his decryption algorithm Finch mused that his machine was getting quite…talented. But then, he had programmed it to learn and the machine did have a wealth of information to serve as a guide.