Title: Something New

Summary: Harold tries something for the first time. We knew it would happen eventually.

"Harold, are you sure about this?" John said, giving Finch a weird look. The crisp December air flew through his hair, making him pull his coat closer to his body.

"Well I did buy it… No sense in returning it." Harold said, giving it the once over. His cheeks were turning the ever so slight shade of red.

"But what about your leg?" John asked calmly.

"Well, I did it once. It hurt, but I can do it again. I think I will learn to get used to it." He said as admired what was in front of him.

"Finch, when I said I wanted you to get out more, I didn't mean this." John said in all honestly. His face was sympathetic.

"No, I think I need this as much as you do." Reese lifted an eyebrow. "What I mean is, instead of stealing them, you could just use mine." Reese just blinked. Was this a joke or something?

"What about expenses?"

"I'm sure I can take care of it." Harold said.

"Finch, I still don't think this is a good idea." John said almost trying to plead his boss not to do this.

"Come on, we'll try it now." Harold said as he painfully got on his newly purchased brand new shining motorcycle.

"You want me to get on there with you?" John asked trying to wrap his mind around this.

Finch tossed him a helmet. "It's a two person bike."

John awkwardly got on the bike. Finch stared the engine and John's heart beat almost doubled. He would never admit it, but he was afraid of Harold's motorcycle driving skills.

"Have you had training?…Do even know how to drive one of these?" John shouted over the idling engine.

"I have a license, If that's what you're asking, Mr. Reese." Finch said with a smirk.

John gulped and all color washed from his face. The snow flurry that just started didn't help much either. It was coming down slowly but surely, making a fine coat on the sidewalks.

Finch shifted into drive with his foot and hand and they moved away the sidewalk. Despite the cold, John had beads of sweat running down his cheeks.

As they rode off on the streets of Manhattan, New York City, Finch said: "John, consider this a Christmas present for the both of us."

It turns out Harold's driving wasn't all that bad as John though it would be.

Author's note: Just some Christmas fun! Have a Merry Christmas, my friends who celebrate it. Feel free to review. : )