This was a drabble prompt posted by PiscesChikk. "Person A of your OTP finds out that person B still watches cartoons." Being a cartoon fan myself, I couldn't resist.

PC? Thanks for posting these. I think we've all had a lot of fun playing around with them.

Enjoy!


Saturday mornings.

He loved them.

When he wasn't working, he was up early, breakfast on the coffee table, TV on.

This Saturday morning was no different. It had been a long, rough night, but he wouldn't miss this. It had been a few weeks since he'd had a Saturday off so he'd set his alarm to be up in time.

Getting settled, he groaned out loud when a knock sounded at the door. Until he saw through the peephole who it was. Opening the door, he was greeted by the one person he absolutely did not mind interrupting his Saturday morning ritual.

"Good morning, Detective." He was sure the surprise and delight showed in his eyes, but at the moment, he really didn't care. They'd gotten comfortable with this new, more friendly side to their relationship, but it was still unusual for her to show up unannounced.

She swept past him with a smile. "Good morning. Thought I'd come by and take you to breakfast."

"Oh. Well...I...um..."

He saw her face change the moment she saw his coffee table.

"Looks like you've already taken care of breakfast."

Coming up behind her, he looked over her shoulder, noting her attempt to hold in the giggle that was threatening. "You're welcome to join me."

Her hand swept over the spread on the table. "This is what ex-CIA operatives and present vigilante badasses eat for breakfast?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's Saturday." She only blinked at him and waited for him to continue, to explain.

It was a turning point, he realized. Could he trust her with his secret? He'd put the TV on mute when she'd knocked and it was turned so she couldn't see it from where she was standing. She had no idea.

"Joss. It's Saturday."

She shook her head and he grinned.

"OK, listen, if you're going to learn my deepest, darkest secret, you have to prepare yourself. Come with me." He held out his hand.

"John, what the hell are you talking about? What is the big deal about it being Saturday?"

She might have been confused, but he could tell that she was intrigued. Gripping her hand, he pulled her into the kitchen.

"Pull a bowl out of the cabinet to your right. I'll get the provisions you're going to need."

"Provisions? What the hell?"

He turned and held up a finger to quiet her. "It's all about the provisions, Joss. It's not the same without them."

He poured her a cup of coffee and put some bread in the toaster. "There's butter or jam in the fridge, get which ever you'd like. Or both. There's creamer too. Sugar is on top of the microwave."

"Why do you keep looking at the clock? Am I in the way? Expecting company?"

That stopped him cold. "Company?" He turned to her and stepped close, brushing his hand down her arm. "The only company I'd share this with is already here. No, I'm not expecting company. Now, we need two more things and we'll be ready."

He hadn't expected to admit that, not yet, but he'd let it sink in for her for a bit. He grabbed the milk from the fridge, stopping long enough to hand it to her and take a box from a cabinet.

"Sugar Puffs, John? Really?"

He shrugged. "They were out of Capt'n Crunch. C'mon." Both their hands full, he ushered her back into the living room with a thrust of his chin.

"So, what's with all the preparations?"

He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to him. "You're about to find out. About to find out where I learned everything I know."

As she sat next to him, he clicked the sound back on. Her head whipped around when she heard the familiar "Beep, Beep" of the Roadrunner. She turned back to look at him, her eyes wide and shining with mirth.

"Cartoons? You learned everything from cartoons? You can't be serious." She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of her. Who would have ever guessed?

"Oh, Joss. These are not just cartoons. These are Warner Brothers' cartoons. Looney Tunes. You just need to watch Wiley E. Coyote to learn persistence. Yosemite Sam to learn how to handle a firearm, Pepe Le Pew to learn how to handle women..." He waggled his eyebrows at her and scooped some cereal into his mouth. Waving the spoon in the air, he continued, "Marvin the Martian taught tactics, Bugs Bunny...leadership and negotiation."

She settled next to him, a huge grin splitting her face.

"What? You don't believe me?"

Laughing, she nudged him with her shoulder. "No, I actually do believe you. How could you make something like that up? But I think I'm in shock."

Leaning forward, he poured some cereal and milk into a bowl and handed it to her. "Why?"

"Because honestly, I thought I knew you, but I realized that I don't. This proves it. Who would have guessed my Man in the Suit was a closet cartoon fan?"

He sat back, his smile mirroring hers. Nestling the bowl on his thighs, he patted her leg. "You do realize if you tell anyone, I'll deny it and you'll pay dearly, right?"

She leaned over and used her thumb to wipe some milk off of his lip. "No one would believe me anyway; your secret is safe with me, John. Now shut up and let's watch some cartoons, huh?"

The warmth of her touch still tingling on his skin, he turned the volume up. "Yes, ma'am."