Sometimes in the evening while Reese and Shaw are taking Bear out, scaring away punks and low level criminals in the dark park, Finch starts missing something. He feels vague melancholy and longing and then all these feelings transform into sudden itching wish to hear a voice. The voice. Annoying with its sweetness but the one that penetrates the deepest parts of his soul, as a draft penetrates a room. He wants to hear that simple “Haaaaarry”, he wants to be worried, annoyed and not to understand once again. Not being able to understand her scares him but it is so intriguing. Where is she now? Will she come back? Will she call him the way no one dares?
Finch listens to the static computer’s humming, lost in his thoughts, and then, as if remembering something important, stands up and pulls out a file drawer…
FOUND YOU, MOTHERFUCKER.
For the record, Martin got angry at me for having Benedict as my phone wallpaper. “You motherfucker, you have Ben as your phone background.” WHAT A SWEETHEART, we completely took him by surprise and he ended up chatting for a good 15 minutes about life, school and Fargo.
I told him I cosplay John Watson and when he pulled me in for a picture, he said endearingly “The two Johns.”