Disclaimer: I'm just playing around. Almost everything belongs to someone else. Recognisable characters, TV shows, movies, etc belong to their creators, producers, directors, etc.
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Surviving the Urban Jungle.
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"Did you enjoy your night off Mr Reese?" Amusement filled Finch's voice, "The Park's always lovely this time of year."
"If you say so Finch, but I wasn't in Central Park last night."
"Really?" Disbelief edged into the amusement, "So it was some other lion terrorising muggers was it?"
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Fusco leaned against the wall, momentarily wishing that he still smoked and that he'd brought along his son's iPod to help block out some of the sounds coming from further along the alley.
He held out Reese's coat as the other man emerged.
"Well?"
"They'll talk." Reese said, shrugging the coat back on.
"Will it be anything more than 'Aaargh LION! help, save me, please don't eat me'?"
"Eventually."
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"What's the book for this time?" Carter peered around McBride's shoulder trying to see what the NYPD was (unofficially) placing bets on that day.
"The tiger and Elias went back to Philly." McBride crowed, "Now we've got a lion; same one that that was in the park a couple of months ago. Want to put something down on who it might be?"
"What are my choices?"
"Couple of scumbags, one or two respectable types, and Fusco put a hundred on your guy in the suit."
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"I need you to keep an eye on Mr Reese, Detective," Finch told Fusco, "He mentioned something this morning about seeing a man about a horse."
"He's a gambler?" Fusco didn't think that sounded like Reese.
"No… Try replacing man with human trafficker, and horse with cubs."
"And you want me to let you know if there are any reports of animal attacks, missing limbs… heads left on pikes."
"I'd appreciate it."
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"My son said that a lion saved him from some wolf punks last night." Carter said casually, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
"Is there any reason I should?" Reese's tone reminded her of the one Taylor used when he knew exactly what she was talking about, but wasn't about to admit it.
"No…" Carter stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek, grinning as Reese looked away, so she couldn't see if he blushed or not. "But, thanks anyway."
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