"Later, bitches."
John can't help the upward tug to the corner of his lips, amused despite hearing the frown marring Finch's forehead back in the library.
True to that, there goes the customary indignant huff from his earpiece. John had long since stopped trying to make peace between Shaw and Finch, trusting them to find the balance in their relationship. And so far, so good.
Well, as 'good' as the dysfunctional minds of the group (which is, more or less, all of them) could allow. But there hasn't been bloodshed, and it was starting to become just as much a part of the tentative bond that they share now as Shaw's urges to rile Finch up just for the laughs, so Reese learned to hid his smile and let them be.
"Mr. Reese, I hope you are finding more humor in this situation than I am."
"Ah, give the man a break. You know she's just screwing with you."
"I would rather you refrain from such coarse language as well, Detective."
This time John wasn't able to hold back the laugh, and had to quickly covered it as a cough before Finch turned on him as well. In his defence, the irked retort from Finch has always tickled him in just the right way, sometimes even when it's aimed at him. And it was such a beatiful day. The sun too warm and the bustle of New York City too full of life for him to completely stifle his mirth.
Yes, it was a beautiful day indeed.