John Reese (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primary_asset) wrote2017-02-07 03:28 pm
primary_asset) wrote2017-02-07 03:28 pm
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This is Finch's doing.
Of course it's Finch's doing, he's the leader of their team and he's the one who most often comes up with their assignments, but this particular arrangement in all its intricacies is absolutely Finch's doing and not simply because he thinks it's what's best for this mission. And he's been here before, thrown into a situation very much like this one with Zoe by his side, but somehow that had felt a little less uncomfortable than this, maybe only because he'd known all along Zoe would never want him for more than two very specific purposes. Their arrangement had worked. They had both been comfortable with it. Though they may have never had a relationship and clearly would not have worked out in such a manner, John had been more comfortable with Zoe than he's been with a lot of people, because she had understood him and he'd understood her.
Karen Page, however, is not a woman John understands. It's through no fault of her own, it isn't as if she tries to keep him in the dark or has a particular sense of mystery about her, but he doesn't understand her at all simply because his feelings for her colour every single interaction they have.
And now here they are, setting up in a nice little house in the suburbs, just the two of them. Every day. Every night. No other contact except via their unregistered cell phones and even that Finch had asked them to keep to a minimum. Emergencies only, he'd said as John watched him pack their gear, his face expressionless. They're to keep an eye on two couples who live across the street, both members of the Seo family, according to Finch, though neither carry the name. They're here for reconnaissance only, instructed not to engage except to introduce themselves and play the part of the happily married couple who live across the street all the while learning everything they can.
They're the right people for it, John knows that. Karen can dig up information like few other people he's seen and she's beautiful in a relatable and disarming way, which makes people trust her. But John has no idea how he's supposed to get through a week of pretending to be married to her when he's barely kept himself from following through with that aborted New Year's Eve kiss every single time they've seen each other for the past two months. In a lot of ways, it's been a very tense two months.
But they're here and they have to do their jobs.
John is currently sitting at the kitchen table of their new home, reviewing the information Finch has sent them. It's only been four hours since they'd arrived, but the sun is beginning to set and John isn't panicking about the coming evening, but the longer the silence between them stretches, the more awkward he feels. They'd been fine earlier, discussing the mission, talking about Bear, laughing about something Finch had said, but then John had fallen into the information Finch had compiled for them and now he realizes he hasn't said anything in far too long.
"We should order dinner."
It's the first thing he thinks of and all he can do is hope Karen hasn't felt the silence to be as awkward as he's suddenly certain it is.
Of course it's Finch's doing, he's the leader of their team and he's the one who most often comes up with their assignments, but this particular arrangement in all its intricacies is absolutely Finch's doing and not simply because he thinks it's what's best for this mission. And he's been here before, thrown into a situation very much like this one with Zoe by his side, but somehow that had felt a little less uncomfortable than this, maybe only because he'd known all along Zoe would never want him for more than two very specific purposes. Their arrangement had worked. They had both been comfortable with it. Though they may have never had a relationship and clearly would not have worked out in such a manner, John had been more comfortable with Zoe than he's been with a lot of people, because she had understood him and he'd understood her.
Karen Page, however, is not a woman John understands. It's through no fault of her own, it isn't as if she tries to keep him in the dark or has a particular sense of mystery about her, but he doesn't understand her at all simply because his feelings for her colour every single interaction they have.
And now here they are, setting up in a nice little house in the suburbs, just the two of them. Every day. Every night. No other contact except via their unregistered cell phones and even that Finch had asked them to keep to a minimum. Emergencies only, he'd said as John watched him pack their gear, his face expressionless. They're to keep an eye on two couples who live across the street, both members of the Seo family, according to Finch, though neither carry the name. They're here for reconnaissance only, instructed not to engage except to introduce themselves and play the part of the happily married couple who live across the street all the while learning everything they can.
They're the right people for it, John knows that. Karen can dig up information like few other people he's seen and she's beautiful in a relatable and disarming way, which makes people trust her. But John has no idea how he's supposed to get through a week of pretending to be married to her when he's barely kept himself from following through with that aborted New Year's Eve kiss every single time they've seen each other for the past two months. In a lot of ways, it's been a very tense two months.
But they're here and they have to do their jobs.
John is currently sitting at the kitchen table of their new home, reviewing the information Finch has sent them. It's only been four hours since they'd arrived, but the sun is beginning to set and John isn't panicking about the coming evening, but the longer the silence between them stretches, the more awkward he feels. They'd been fine earlier, discussing the mission, talking about Bear, laughing about something Finch had said, but then John had fallen into the information Finch had compiled for them and now he realizes he hasn't said anything in far too long.
"We should order dinner."
It's the first thing he thinks of and all he can do is hope Karen hasn't felt the silence to be as awkward as he's suddenly certain it is.