POI fic: Bonding Moment
TITLE: POI fic - Bonding Moment
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Little dog series #5
John was injured and laid up again. Fortunately, this time Carter and Fusco were available to do legwork. Bored and at loose ends, John encamped in the library where he could “help” Finch; Finch didn’t find John at all helpful. He strongly suggested John take this opportunity to improve his mind and go to another room and read. But John didn’t find any of Harold’s various recommendations of books at all appealing. Finally fed up with John’s whining, Finch took action.
John somehow found himself wheeled into another room and seated on a couch on the hated cushion. A pile of dog toys was dropped in his lap and he was given the instruction to “make himself useful” as Finch left and shut the door. Scowling down at the furry mutt wagging its tail and staring expectantly up at him, John had an idea. The little beast might actually come in handy! Fishing the cushion out from beneath his rump, John held it out enticingly to the little dog. Finch couldn’t nag him if the cushion was no longer usable, and he would never take out its destruction on his beloved pet.
When Finch had finished up with Carter, Fusco, and their number, he went back to check on the status of his patient. The reading room was ominously silent. As Finch cracked open the door and peeked in, he saw John asleep on the couch with the dog curled up on his stomach. John, the dog, the couch, and much of the room were covered in bits of fluff and torn material - the sad remnants of the much maligned cushion. No doubt John would regret his childish behavior if Fusco caught him like this when he stopped by to walk the dog.
Smiling to himself, Finch snapped a picture to add to his small but treasured collection.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Little dog series #5
John was injured and laid up again. Fortunately, this time Carter and Fusco were available to do legwork. Bored and at loose ends, John encamped in the library where he could “help” Finch; Finch didn’t find John at all helpful. He strongly suggested John take this opportunity to improve his mind and go to another room and read. But John didn’t find any of Harold’s various recommendations of books at all appealing. Finally fed up with John’s whining, Finch took action.
John somehow found himself wheeled into another room and seated on a couch on the hated cushion. A pile of dog toys was dropped in his lap and he was given the instruction to “make himself useful” as Finch left and shut the door. Scowling down at the furry mutt wagging its tail and staring expectantly up at him, John had an idea. The little beast might actually come in handy! Fishing the cushion out from beneath his rump, John held it out enticingly to the little dog. Finch couldn’t nag him if the cushion was no longer usable, and he would never take out its destruction on his beloved pet.
When Finch had finished up with Carter, Fusco, and their number, he went back to check on the status of his patient. The reading room was ominously silent. As Finch cracked open the door and peeked in, he saw John asleep on the couch with the dog curled up on his stomach. John, the dog, the couch, and much of the room were covered in bits of fluff and torn material - the sad remnants of the much maligned cushion. No doubt John would regret his childish behavior if Fusco caught him like this when he stopped by to walk the dog.
Smiling to himself, Finch snapped a picture to add to his small but treasured collection.