Spoilers: Spoilers for "The High Road," 2.6, and some references to "Bury the Lede," 2.5.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I really like Zoë. Can I have her? And John? Please? They make a great set! *looks hopeful*

A/N: This is a fic I have wanted to write since I first saw that wonderful proposal scene between John and Zoë in "The High Road." When they re-ran the episode tonight, I was inspired to play with the plot bunny again. :)

As always, I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for his incredible mercy and grace, and his many blessings.

I hope you enjoy this, and please let me know what you think!

A Modest Proposal

"Zoë Morgan, will you be my wife?"

For a moment, Zoë can only stare at the ring nestled inside the black velvet box, and then her eyes fly to John's, her jaw slack with disbelief.

John's expression is perfectly serious and he keeps it up just long enough for her to wonder if maybe he actually is serious…but then his lips curve into a smirk, mirth dancing in his eyes.

This is payback, she knows, for that jibe about the reporter - for everything involving that reporter. (Finch technically still owed her for that one, but John's expression when she'd sauntered up and introduced herself had been enough, really.) But payback or not, she purses her lips and arches an eyebrow, glancing between John and the ring once more, silently demanding an explanation.

Luckily for him, when he does explain, she's is intrigued enough that she's willing to let the issue of his "proposal" go - for now. She agrees to play house with him, and with an irritated sigh, she holds out her left hand. John slides the ring onto her finger, a small, mischievous grin tugging at his mouth.

The ring is a perfect fit, which doesn't really surprise her, even if she's not quite sure how he managed that one.

"I hope you realize that I'll be keeping this," she says, raising her hand and admiring the way the ring shines in the lights of the New York City night.

John's grin gets a little bigger. "I'm sure Finch won't mind."

Almost against her will, Zoë feels her own lips turning upwards in response.

Then again, John always seems to have that effect. But, if anything, she's just been given the perfect opportunity to figure out what that means.

She looks forward to it.

Fin

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the fic and please let me know what you think!

Ani-maniac494 :)