Carter stood up shakily and bit back a groan as the pain in her shoulder rose in intensity. She knew she had made a totally fool hearty move reminiscent of John Reese, but it had paid off.
The rushing train blocked Fusco from her sight, so she focused on the perp at her feet. She was reaching back for her handcuffs when someone grabbed her arm and she was facing a seriously furious John Reese. "What the hell Carter." He growled at her.
"What the hell yourself." She tried to pull from his grasp but he had an unbreakable hold.
"Why would you do something so stupid?"
"I resent that. I knew exactly what I was doing Reese." She started to swing at him with her other arm when the pain sharpened so she just pulled again at her arm in his grasp.
Reese pulled her into an embrace and she felt his hands under her coat prodding. She tried to move out of his reach but at that moment he found her injury and she hissed in pain.
"Damn you Carter." He whispered in her ear, turning the curse into an endearment.
"Dammit Carter" Fusco huffed as he came from behind them "you almost gave me a heart attack."
"Stop it Reese." She said as she moved out of his embrace. "It is just a pulled muscle. Your poking at it is not helping. Fusco handcuff him." She nodded to the slowly coming to man. Fusco did as she told him while Reese just glowered at her, so she just ignored him.
"Detective." She saw Finch's image as he stood behind her stool. She finished her drink and turned to face him.
"Mr. Finch." She greeted him in turn.
He limped to a booth in the back and she followed.
He ordered a beer and she got another ginger ale, she was still on duty.
She decided to let him direct the conversation. "Detective," he finally looked at her directly. "I completely bow to your methods. Although unorthodox I cannot deny that it was very effective."
She took a sip of her drink to hide her smile. "Now Mr. Harold Finch. I am sure I do not know what you are talking about. As a police officer and mother, are you truly suggesting I would do something so foolish and dangerous just to prove a point to Mr. Reese?"
It was his turn to take a sip of his drink to hide his smile.
"So did it work?" she asked.
"Scarily yes. I have admonished. I have lectured. I have even demanded Mr. Reese to be more careful since starting to work with him all with no discernible effect. Your method was unorthodox but since I have noticed he is more emphatic of my concern."
She saw the question in his eyes. "The problem with boys, Harold, is that they tend to act before they think. The best way to teach them at times is to force them to be the ones at the other end."
"Remind me Detective Carter never to get on your bad side." Harold said sincerely.