For Julia13verseau who asked for a sequel to Harold's secret. Also, thanks to Lady Sundiver who encouraged me to write.
John's secret
- What are you doing here, Shaw?
- I think the question is more: what the hell are you doing here?
- Drinking tea.
- First: since when do you drink tea? And second: seriously, Reese? A cat bar? Is this some plot to make Bear jealous so he gives you more attention?
- My relationship with Bear is perfectly fine, I don't have to resort to that kind of manipulative move – or bribery, for that matter.
- That's low, even for you. I don't sneak food to him anymore.
- Because the vet told you not to…
- You are redirecting the conversation on purpose, are you? What are you hiding?
- Nothing.
- Hmmm… Hey, what's that smell?
- …It's cat grass.
- Oh yeah? Funny thing, I could swear Harold smelled like that a couple of hours ago.
- …
- What are you, a stalker? Don't follow him around like some lost puppy, that's pathetic.
- I'm just checking to see if the gps chip I put on him is working well.
- Sure, if that helps you sleep at night. You should just tell him and get a room together, you know?
- Mind you own business, Shaw. It's not like that.
- What isn't? You want to, don't you?
- You are quite obnoxious since we retrieved you. Shouldn't you show some sort of gratitude?
- Just answer my question and I'll leave you drowning your misery in insipid drink and petting despising feline.
- Yeah, I want to. Happy now?
- Yep. That wasn't so hard, wasn't it? And look, you won't even have to say it again.
- Is that… Are you wearing your earpiece? Is Harold…?!
- You're welcome. See, this is me being grateful.
- Oh, hum, Mr Reese…
- Listen, I'm sorry you heard that. I can assure you this won't be an issue and-
- John…
- No, please, hear me out. I never meant for you to-
- John.
- I know you don't-
- But I do. John, I do. I had no idea you- Otherwise I would have-
- You-. Re-really?
- Yes!
- …
- Come here.
*wet sounds*
In another room:
- Spying on them is not very healthy you know, Sam…
- Says the girl who is electronically linked to a machine that spy on everyone.
- There is that.
- Besides, it's fun.
- It is, isn't it? Do you think we should move on Fusco, next? He could use our help.
- No, Fusco is hopeless.