A/N: My first set of alphabet Drabbles! These Drabbles will be between 100-500 words. Bless and enjoy! Multiple pairings. This is Finch/Ingram. I've seen this pairing so many times and it seems so interesting.

A is for Anomalies

Nathan looked over his partner's plans, a small frown set on his face, eyebrows furrowed, lost in thought. In the dim light of their shared office, so too did Harold's 'bright idea' seem to dim. He had been so sure about it, so sure it would work, and yet here was his partner, his only friend, doubting what he had made. He could tell from the way his eyes shifted quickly across the page. Harold felt a little dumbfounded. He had put everything into this, spent countless hours with his glasses pushed down his nose, pouring over plans and designs. This was his big break. Their big break.

His sweating hands fiddled with each other as Nathan turned around, an indecisive look in his eyes, and he offered his long time friend a small smile. "It's...good." Good was better than bad, but not as good as perfect. Harold blew out a small sigh of relief. "It has some...problems."

"Which can be fixed," he reminded hastily, taking a step towards the older man. "Fixed readily and at your command. I just need your support on this one, Nathan. It could be amazing." The eager look on Harold's face made him laugh. Of course he put his heart and soul in to the project. It was cute how he always did everything like that. A small smile played on his lips, and he didn't bother to hide it.

"My dear friend, everything has anomalies," he said quietly, their eyes meeting for a brief second longer than necessary, but they still held each other's gaze. "Other people will find problems with it, doubt it, say it isn't right. But it's the result in the end that matters, right?" Harold nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wasn't sure where Nathan was going with this. He took a step closer to him. The temperature in the room rose dramatically.

"But these anomalies you speak of...they can...they can be fixed?" he asked hesitantly. Why was he sweating so much? Did someone turn the air conditioning off? Somehow it related to the way his friend was staring at him intently. He couldn't have been sure.

Another step closer Nathan drew, and they were practically touching. He took a long time before answering. "We'll just have to see." It was a murmur, barely audible, but Harold heard it. He heard the underlying tone of want, curiosity, even need. So when the taller man grabbed him by the wrists and put his lips on his, he didn't protest, simply let himself melt into the kiss.

Of course, such anomalies could never be repaired, only made worse.