POI fic: Girl Talk
TITLE: POI fic - Girl Talk
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SPOILERS: vague mention Number Crunch, Super, Firewall, Bad Code
WORD COUNT: 589
SUMMARY: Addams Family crossover #7. Morticia stops by for a chat
Carter entered the library, surprised to find Finch’s Aunt Morticia reclining regally in one of the chairs. “Detective, please come join me” she said as she gestured to a nearby chair, her politeness not quite masking the order.
Carter sat, unsure what to make of the other woman as she continued to speak:
“I had a small errand in town and I thought I would just stop by to check in on our lads. They get into so much trouble but then, boys will be boys.”
Carter smiled uncertainly, glad that Taylor was unlikely to get into the kinds of things Finch and Reese got up to.
“We were so glad to finally meet John. Harold had told us so much about him in his correspondence. We were quite distressed when he wrote us a while back that John had been shot and nearly killed. But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you dear” and she smiled at Carter like a panther deciding if it was going to pounce. Carter shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. It was rather like the cold unfathomable stare Finch had worn at their first meeting after the shooting. A stare that promised unspeakable things while the speaker maintained a cool façade. Carter had been threatened by some of the worst during her time in the army and on the police force, but those bad guys could learn a thing or two from the unspoken menace hidden behind the polite gentility of Finch’s Aunt.
Fortunately the tension was broken when Fusco bustled into the room, carrying a delicate teacup carefully in his hands. “Here you are ma’am. It’s from the boss’s private stock - I hope you like it."
“I am sure I will, our Harold has such excellent taste. Sadly, I must be leaving shortly as I have another appointment. But you must join us for dinner, Lionel.” She smiled fondly as the detective left, remarking “Such a dear boy. He reminds me of my son Pugsly.“ Carter ignored the insult in her lack of invitation. She got the message loud and clear - her relationship with Finch might have improved since the incident with the Snow, but she was still on probation with his aunt.
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Root found her latest target relaxing in the hotel bar. It was easy to get herself invited to join her at her table for drinks and conversation. Sipping her club soda while trying to think of an opening gambit to keep the target distracted while she poisoned her Bloody Mary, she was surprised when the other started “Under other circumstances I would be quite impressed with what you have accomplished, especially in what has traditionally been such a male-dominated field. We have a number of friends in the business. But I am afraid you have caused Harold and his John quite considerable distress, and that I simply cannot tolerate. So I copied your little stratagem to draw you out. . It is a pity we didn’t meet under other circumstances, but family comes first.”
Root found herself unable to reply, her throat tight and her tongue leaden. She began to feel a tingling sensation in her extremities and her vision began to blur. The other woman continued “I believe poison is one of your specialties, so I thought it only fitting. It is an old family recipe.”
As Root’s vision dimmed she heard “I really must be leaving now. I am taking the boys out to dinner. We have something to celebrate.”
Then everything went black.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SPOILERS: vague mention Number Crunch, Super, Firewall, Bad Code
WORD COUNT: 589
SUMMARY: Addams Family crossover #7. Morticia stops by for a chat
Carter entered the library, surprised to find Finch’s Aunt Morticia reclining regally in one of the chairs. “Detective, please come join me” she said as she gestured to a nearby chair, her politeness not quite masking the order.
Carter sat, unsure what to make of the other woman as she continued to speak:
“I had a small errand in town and I thought I would just stop by to check in on our lads. They get into so much trouble but then, boys will be boys.”
Carter smiled uncertainly, glad that Taylor was unlikely to get into the kinds of things Finch and Reese got up to.
“We were so glad to finally meet John. Harold had told us so much about him in his correspondence. We were quite distressed when he wrote us a while back that John had been shot and nearly killed. But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you dear” and she smiled at Carter like a panther deciding if it was going to pounce. Carter shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. It was rather like the cold unfathomable stare Finch had worn at their first meeting after the shooting. A stare that promised unspeakable things while the speaker maintained a cool façade. Carter had been threatened by some of the worst during her time in the army and on the police force, but those bad guys could learn a thing or two from the unspoken menace hidden behind the polite gentility of Finch’s Aunt.
Fortunately the tension was broken when Fusco bustled into the room, carrying a delicate teacup carefully in his hands. “Here you are ma’am. It’s from the boss’s private stock - I hope you like it."
“I am sure I will, our Harold has such excellent taste. Sadly, I must be leaving shortly as I have another appointment. But you must join us for dinner, Lionel.” She smiled fondly as the detective left, remarking “Such a dear boy. He reminds me of my son Pugsly.“ Carter ignored the insult in her lack of invitation. She got the message loud and clear - her relationship with Finch might have improved since the incident with the Snow, but she was still on probation with his aunt.
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Root found her latest target relaxing in the hotel bar. It was easy to get herself invited to join her at her table for drinks and conversation. Sipping her club soda while trying to think of an opening gambit to keep the target distracted while she poisoned her Bloody Mary, she was surprised when the other started “Under other circumstances I would be quite impressed with what you have accomplished, especially in what has traditionally been such a male-dominated field. We have a number of friends in the business. But I am afraid you have caused Harold and his John quite considerable distress, and that I simply cannot tolerate. So I copied your little stratagem to draw you out. . It is a pity we didn’t meet under other circumstances, but family comes first.”
Root found herself unable to reply, her throat tight and her tongue leaden. She began to feel a tingling sensation in her extremities and her vision began to blur. The other woman continued “I believe poison is one of your specialties, so I thought it only fitting. It is an old family recipe.”
As Root’s vision dimmed she heard “I really must be leaving now. I am taking the boys out to dinner. We have something to celebrate.”
Then everything went black.