AU: Hey Irrelevants here's another hiatus fic. Dang CBS would you stop doing this to us?! Please R&R and enjoy!(:

Spying on Us

Lionel Fusco sat in his desk at the eighth precinct. He was feeling bored and anything seemed interesting at the moment. The detective watched as his partner, Joss Carter was smiling and quietly talking into her cell phone. She looked up from her desk and made eye contact with him, then turned away realizing he was watching her. Now who was she talking to? he thought. Ever since the Narcotics Detective, Cal Beecher died he hadn't seen Carter smile in weeks. Joss pushed end on her phone, then started looking at the new case files on her desk.

"Who'd you talk to Carter?"

Fusco noticed her cheeks turn a notable shade of pink. Flustered she said, "Our mutual friend needed some information that's all."

" Alright I believe you. No need to get your panties in a bunch."

Later that day, still bored out of his mind, Fusco went into the interrigation room and called up Finch.

"Hey Finch, you there?"

"Yes, Fusco I'm always here. What can I do for you?"

"Well you see I've been a little lethargic at work lately, and I have come up with this theory..."

"And what would that be?" Finch asked with genuine curiosity.

"I think Wonderboy has a little crush on Carter."

"Is that so?" Finch paused then said, "Should we follow up on your notion?"

"Are you serious, Finch?" Fusco couldn't believe it. Harold wanted to check this out too.

"Yes of course Detective. Mr. Reese has been acting up lately since the death of Beecher. I too wonder if it has something to do with Joss. I'll send you a location. You can meet me there tonight."

"Sounds good Finch." Lionel said as he hung up excited that he had plans for later that day.

At around 7 o' clock Fusco headed to the address Glasses had sent him. It seemed to be one of his many safe houses. He walked up the cement steps and gently knocked on the door.

Immediately Harold swung the door open with Bear right by his side, and let the detective in. "How are you doing Fusco?"

"I'm darn excited for this Finch," Lionel answered as he patted Bear on the head.

"Me too."

Fusco felt like he was in elementary school again. Hanging out with his friend, all giddy about spying on his two other friends that seemingly liked each other.

"So how do we do this?"

Harold smirked and motioned Fusco over to the dining room table where his laptop sat as Bear hopped up on the couch and laid down. The two gentlemen sat down on the oak chairs that lined the table.

Finch pulled up an interface on the desktop and explained to Fusco, "This is one way I listen in to your's, Carter's, and Mr. Reese's phone conversations. I keep tabs on you guys all of the time. I can read your texts, can look at your photos, and see what you've been Googling among other things."

"Wow Harold. If I wasn't so excited about what we are about to do I think I'd be offended."

"Yes, well all in good reason." A few minutes passed and Finch then exclaimed all giddily, "Look detective, Mr. Reese is calling Joss."

Fusco scurried from the cupboard to his seat carrying a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

"I'll turn on the volume," Harold said clicking a button on his laptop.

"Hey Carter." Reese said in his deep silky voice.

"John, what's going on?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. Harold let me off early tonight, seems like he has something going on." Fusco looked at Finch and he covered his open mouth. Harold put a single finger up to his lips to tell him to be quiet.

"Huh, that's unusual. Well I'm sure it's nice to have a night off though."

"I guess," he said then chuckled.

"What's so funny John?" She asked questioning him.

"I was just thinking about this afternoon when you came and saved my ass."

"It won't be the last time I'm sure." Carter replied snappily.

"Hey now," John answered. "I don't try to be a damsel in distress."

"Yeah, it just comes naturally for you."

Fusco was about to bust out laughing. He was trying so hard to keep it inside. Only Carter could burn Reese like that. Finch too was on the verge of giggles.

"Gosh Carter, I'm offended." Reese joked.

"It's just because I know you."

John took an uneasy breath and changed the subject saying, "Well I've got to go. I'll call you soon Joss."

"Sounds good, John."

Lionel crunched on a dorito and turned to Harold. "Is this always how they converse? Smart ass remarks from Carter, and Reese dishing it right back?"

"Yes. Mr. Reese has a decent sense of humor and he's very good at witty remarks." Finch supplied sipping his Sencha green tea with exactly two sugars.

"Knows how to use his charms too. Do you think he'll call her again?"

"Quite possibly detective. He always likes to say goodnight."

"I better stay a bit longer then, and watch TV with Bear." Fusco turned his head towards the couch and the dog lifted his snout attentively and ready for some company.

After watching a new episode of American Idol, and an interesting episode of the Amazing Race a little beeping noise from the laptop woke up a snoring Finch. "Come on Harold he's calling again!" Fusco exclaimed as he got up from the couch.

Finch rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and secured his glasses back on his face. "Here we go Detective." Glasses tapped the keyboard and the speakers jumped to life.

"Hey Carter you busy?" Reese asked.

"No... Calling to talk to me two times in four hours John? I think that's a record."

Reese chuckled and replied, "Well I'm just bored I guess. Finch usually has me doing something for a case."

"Uh huh sure... I think you actually want to talk to me, John."

"Maybe I do." Reese perked up.

"So how's Bear been doing?"

"He's with Finch too. Damn loves the thing to death I swear."

Joss giggled and replied, "Finch is special, he needs some protection. You on the other hand can manage being on your own."

"What if I'm sick of being on my own Carter?"

"John, are you okay? We never talk about this sort of stuff."

"I'm fine Joss. I've just got to go, goodnight."

"Yeah, sure John, goodnight." Carter hung up sounding confused and Finch rotated his body to Fusco. "Sounds like Mr. Reese is indeed interested in our friend Detective Carter, but I don't think she realizes he is really letting down some of his walls trying to express it to her."

"Shouldn't we let it run its course then Finch?" Fusco asked.

"Maybe a little kick start is what they need. I'll see if I can get the ball rolling for Mr. Reese tomorrow. I suggest you head home. We have a big day ahead."

Lionel put on his over coat and thanked Finch for everything plus saying goodbye to Bear. He stepped outside in the brisk air and then hopped into the car. Fusco grinned at the little act him and Glasses had just pulled off. Listening in on Carter and Reese's chitchats. They just had to set them two up, but he just didn't want to get his ass chewed if John found out about him being in on it.

AU: Sorry I only have this much done so far. Chapter Two should be coming soon though! Will John agree to a little date with Joss? Also, shout out to Conch22 for giving me this prompt on tumblr! Thank you so much I love writing this stuff.