Giving Thanks – Chapter 1
Through the safe house windows, the team watched balloons for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade float by. They could hear the announcer talking about how the holiday was a time for celebration and togetherness.
Shaw rolled her eyes. "This is such BS. They should say what Thanksgiving really is."
Finch adjusted his glasses, Reese raised an eyebrow and Fusco grimaced.
They all glanced at Carter.
Taking a deep breath, she pierced them all with a 'you owe me' glare, then turned towards the tiny op. "And that is, Sam?"
"It's a ritual sacrifice. You kill an animal, anoint it with spices, gather with people you wouldn't be caught dead with," Shaw glanced dismissively at Finch, Reese and Fusco, before smiling softly at Carter, "and worship its roasted carcass for a few hours. You pray –" her eyes flickered over the three men, "that you won't kill any of them before the next Thanksgiving, then you slump in front of the TV in a food coma and watch ritualized violence masquerading as a sporting event." She paused, thinking. "I like that part."
"Anything else?" Carter asked.
"Pie. I like pumpkin pie."
Reese shook his head. "No. Sweet potato."
Fusco frowned. "Sweet potato? Can you even get that here?"
"Uptown. Had some good ones. But my favorite is…homemade."
Shaw smirks. "Any home, John?"
"No." his eyes soften as he gazes at Carter. "Just one."
"Well, if any of us are planning a ritual sacrifice of our own, I suggest we look into what our latest Number has been up to," Finch said, as he slid several photos across the table.