POI fic: Sexting 2, the cracky sequel
TITLE: POI fic - Sexting 2, the cracky sequel
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: cracky sequel to Sexting http://whomii2.livejournal.com/30296.html (need to read that for this to make even some sense)
Still smarting from being caught reading Finch‘s email, John indulged in a bit of childish revenge. Typing up as much of the message as he could remember (and blushing all the while) he edited the sender information and sent the message on.
Sitting at his desk pretending to read a report, Fusco was surprised when he received a rather interesting email from an unknown sender. Looking around furtively to ensure Carter wasn’t nearby, he figured “why not” and typed out a reply. With all the on and off duty work he had been doing lately he hadn’t had much time for a social life.
It was a month later when Reese’s little prank finally reached fruition. Fusco had become rather frustrated when all his attempts to arrange a meeting with his anonymous sexter had failed. He unwisely chose to vent his frustration to Reese, who not unsurprisingly laughed at him. With a rather mean smirk he said “I hate to break it to you Lionel, but your mystery sexter….is Finch.”
“What?! You’re kidding”
Finch puffed up in outrage before declaring “I can assure the both of you that is most definitely not the case.”
“Oh but it is, I took the liberty of sending one of your missives to Fusco, and I gather the two of you have struck up quite the correspondence.”
“Most certainly not. And I would certainly know if Detective Fusco sent me any messages, whether he tried to be anonymous or not”
“Well who else could it be? Unless you think your girlfriend is cheating on you with Fusco” A funny look on his face, Finch rushed over to the computer and quickly found the chain of the emails in question. He then turned to Fusco in outrage.
“Despoiler! Have you been trifling with my baby’s affections! What are your intentions?”
“What baby? You don’t..I don’t have any..
“YOU’RE DUMPING MY PRECIOUS!” A high pitched squeal emitted from the computers speakers.
No…I mean…Huh?”
Fusco was rescued when Reese doubled over in laughter. Finch turned toward him and hissed savagely “Don’t think I have forgotten your part in this. My baby is upset and IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”
Reese muttered to himself “I’m a dead man”
“You wish” Lionel replied, smugly vindictive.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: cracky sequel to Sexting http://whomii2.livejournal.com/30296.html (need to read that for this to make even some sense)
Still smarting from being caught reading Finch‘s email, John indulged in a bit of childish revenge. Typing up as much of the message as he could remember (and blushing all the while) he edited the sender information and sent the message on.
Sitting at his desk pretending to read a report, Fusco was surprised when he received a rather interesting email from an unknown sender. Looking around furtively to ensure Carter wasn’t nearby, he figured “why not” and typed out a reply. With all the on and off duty work he had been doing lately he hadn’t had much time for a social life.
It was a month later when Reese’s little prank finally reached fruition. Fusco had become rather frustrated when all his attempts to arrange a meeting with his anonymous sexter had failed. He unwisely chose to vent his frustration to Reese, who not unsurprisingly laughed at him. With a rather mean smirk he said “I hate to break it to you Lionel, but your mystery sexter….is Finch.”
“What?! You’re kidding”
Finch puffed up in outrage before declaring “I can assure the both of you that is most definitely not the case.”
“Oh but it is, I took the liberty of sending one of your missives to Fusco, and I gather the two of you have struck up quite the correspondence.”
“Most certainly not. And I would certainly know if Detective Fusco sent me any messages, whether he tried to be anonymous or not”
“Well who else could it be? Unless you think your girlfriend is cheating on you with Fusco” A funny look on his face, Finch rushed over to the computer and quickly found the chain of the emails in question. He then turned to Fusco in outrage.
“Despoiler! Have you been trifling with my baby’s affections! What are your intentions?”
“What baby? You don’t..I don’t have any..
“YOU’RE DUMPING MY PRECIOUS!” A high pitched squeal emitted from the computers speakers.
No…I mean…Huh?”
Fusco was rescued when Reese doubled over in laughter. Finch turned toward him and hissed savagely “Don’t think I have forgotten your part in this. My baby is upset and IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”
Reese muttered to himself “I’m a dead man”
“You wish” Lionel replied, smugly vindictive.