"Hello, Carter." There's a smile in his greeting.

Her lips twitch. He's up to something. "What do you want, John?"

"Got a pick-up for you."

"Ooh, what is it today? Couple of drug dealers? Bank robbers? Attempted murderers?"

"How about twenty-third on the FBI's Most Wanted List?"

Her mouth drops open for a minute, and she just about gapes at the phone.

"Carter? You still there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll, uh, be right there. ...You sure he's on the list?" She couldn't quite believe it.

"Harold's sure, anyway. Not every day a terrorist wanders into the nice restaurant where you're eating lunch."

She chuckles. "No kidding. I'll make some calls, and let Booking know there's a big one comin' down."

"He's in the usual spot."

She grins. "Thanks for making me look good, as always, John."

"Oh, you don't need my help for that."

"Charmer." She snorts. "Take care of yourself."

"Always do. 'Til next time, Detective."

A/N: Just a little conversation that popped into my head a little while ago and demanded to be recorded. I'm trying to actually finish some of the gazillion stories I write, so hopefully this generates some momentum. Hope you enjoyed it!