Behind the numbers. (ficlets)

Firm Willingness.

Finch was unhappy this day. Not he was happy the other days, but now he was nothing but ecstatic, nor pleased. Reese was in mission and gave no signal for now 2 hours, the anger mixed to worry hurted Finch's stomach, everything he did was waiting now. Feeling useless.
Finally, Reese came back. Bear jumped on him, welcoming the agent happily, John played a little with him before he approached the desk. His shirt was bloody and a sleeve of his jacket was ripped down.
'' hey Finch... '' Harold looked at his shirt worried. ''sorry, i wasn't in touch this afternoon, the number broke my phone.''
Harold stood up, walking quickly to the bathroom and came back with a care kit, he put a hand on John's shoulder inviting him to sit so he could take care of the wounds. Reese unbuttoned his shirt slowly while Finch threw the dirty jacket away, when he returned at Reese's sides his cheeks went red, Reese was shirtless and a thin film of sweat layed on the muscles. He seemed to hurt a bit, his breath shaked when Finch rubbed spiked cotton on the wound.
'' what have you done ? " Harold asked lightly but firmly.
'' I tried to escape a mad dog by climbing screens, unfortunately, there was a barbed wire too. ''
Finch rubbed harder, making John grunt in silence. Reese took Finch's hand and removed her from the wound.
'' Softer, Finch, 'looks like you want to hurt me more. '' John said with a tiny smile. Finch huffed and tried to take off his hand from the grip, his lips pinched. ''what ? Missed me ? "
" quiet now, mister Reese.'' he took his hand away, throwing the soaked cotton aside and took compresses and band-aid. John's fingertips traveled on Finch' wrist, Finch looked at him seriously. ''Hold still .'' Harold said before he sprayed antiseptic on the wound.
Once he finished patching up John, Harold went to throw the dirty things to the trash and clean his hands. John stood up, looking for a new shirt and approached Finch slowly, his hands in his pockets.
'' Thank you''
He was near Finch's ear, whispering in it, the warm breath hitting Harold's lobe and the flesh of his neck, Harold shaked.
'' yes, you're welcome... '' he said lowly, wipping his hands with a towel, he was feeling the large and strong presence of John behind him, close enough to feel his breath.
John raised a warm hand on Finch's shoulder, his fingers brushing delicatly the skin above the shirt collar making Finch's breath shake.
'' mister Reese.. '' he turned to see Reese. ''please... Don't''
Reese's hand lowered as Harold left to sit at his desk. He went behind him again, bending his back to whisper in his ear.
''I missed you too, Harold.''
Then, he left.