Chapter 4
When John gets back to the library, Finch and Shaw are arguing, so hey, business as usual.
“It was completely unnecessary.”
“We need a distraction, I provided one.” Shaw sounds almost amused by Harold’s fussing. Which John supposes is good. He’s in no mood to play referee again.
“It was extremely inappropriate.” Harold looks like an annoyed cockatoo. “I would prefer you employ some other method of distraction in the future.”
“Whatever.” Shaw snort and stomps off into the ammo closet. Harold gives an exasperated hrumph and limps off to his computer.
“Do I want to know?” Reese asks Lionel who is placidly finishing off the leftover fried rice.
“Couple of goons cornered us and the number.” Fusco tells him. “Shaw decided a ‘wardrobe malfunction’ would make a good distraction.”
“Oh,” John pokes through the boxes until he finds the potstickers. “How’d that work?”
“They nearly dropped their guns.” Lionel hands him a wrapped set of chopsticks.
“Hey.” John greets Sameen when she emerges from the closet. “You heading out?”
“Yeah.” She eyes him thoughtfully. “You going to lecture me too?”
“I wasn’t there, but you’re a pro. You think the situation called for it…” Reese shrugs. “I’m not going to argue if it works and nobody gets hurt.”
Shaw considers this for a moment. “Thanks.” She says finally and starts to turn toward the door.
“Shaw,” She turns when John calls her back. “Just for the record, I am never asking you to do anything like that.”
“You’d better not.”