After an afternoon of Fin glancing at him, John finally slammed down his pen at looked up at his partner. "Have you been diagnosed with a spastic eye disorder? Or do you need a visit to the doctor? 'Cause I'll take you."

Fin only shook his head and looked back down at his paper.

He stared at the younger man for another minute before turning back to his own work. Then, his partner flicked his eyes up again, and John threw his pen at him. "What do you want from me?"

"It'd be nice if you stopped throwing things at me." He tossed the pen back.

"No way. You're plotting something. What are you going to do to me? Hmm? I have ways to make you talk."

"I'm not plotting anything. You're the one who's plotting."

"Really? Mind telling me my plans?"

Again, Fin only shook his head.

"Out with it, buddy, or you shall be subjected to my mighty powers."

"No."

John sighed. "You leave me no choice then." Standing up, he said, "Come on."

Warily, Fin stood as well. "Where are you taking me?"

"My evil lair. Just... come on."

Still wary, Fin followed his partner, knowing he should have stayed in his seat, where he was at least in the company of others who could help him when he started to go under once his partner's theories started to overwhelm him. When they reached the roof, John turned to his partner. "Okay, we're away from anyone who might overhear you. What the hell is up?"

Relaxing a bit, Fin realized that his partner was doing him a favor, not leading him to the clutches of conspiracy theories. "You and Benson. What's up?"

Sighing, John walked over to the edge of the roof. "Just helping out a friend."

"Oh, no, man. Ain't that easy. There's more than that going on. Her and Stabler are sleeping together, aren't they?"

He nodded, silent.

"Then what the hell are you doing with her?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hey, you certainly ain't just talkin'." Sensing his partner's anger starting to well up, he added, "Look, I know you're not sleepin' with her, but you two are closer. Ever since Stabler's divorce was finalized."

"Figures you'd notice," John said resignedly. "I offered to be there if she ever needed to talk. Once Stabler was divorced, she and I had dinner. She told me he had made a move on her, and she returned the move. She's been havin' a time of it. We just talk."

Fin knew it was more than that, but decided he'd had enough answers. After all, if he asked his other questions, he'd make his partner uncomfortable, perhaps even earn himself an uncharacteristic chewing out by his partner. If he was right, maybe even a somewhat deserved punch. He wasn't ready to try his luck. Later, if he picked up anything else.

"You done?" John's voice brought him back.

"I just wanted to know what was up with my partner, so yeah, I'm done."