Finn Wolfhard Imagines

82 - caught

"What are you doing?" Finn asks as he enters the room in an all black fit. A pistol holstered to his belt.

I watch him from the couch, a bowl of popcorn in my lap, "watching Criminal Minds. People have been telling me for so long how good the show was and now I can see why. Wanna join?"

"Y/N, you're suppose to be tracking down the most notorious criminal America has seen, worst than Ted Bundy, and you're watching Criminal Minds."

"It's because I already know who do it. I've known for a long time," I say carelessly, my eyes locked on the tv screen.

"Who?" He pauses, "wait ... what do you mean a long time? We've been on this case for months, I had to endure your presence around me for months and you're just telling me now that you've known for ages who killed all those people."

I send him a smile, "yep, couldn't have said it better myself. Good job."

"Are you gonna tell me who?"

"You don't need me for that. You already know. You've known since the first kill."

"What are you talking about?" Finn says cluelessly. A look of realisation hits him, "if you're saying it's me--"

"Oh come on Finn. The night of the first kill you were with me remember? We got so piss drunk that we slept together--"

"Yes, yes, yes. I remember."

I put the tv on mute, move the popcorn from my lap and onto the coffee table and stand up in my oversized tee. Walking towards him slowly as he eyes me up and down in my provocative wear, "so you and I can account for each other's alibi but you know who did it, you just didn't wanna say. Because you have a special connection with the person, you didn't wanna throw him under the bus because he has a secret over you, something he can blackmail you with."

I stop directly in front of him, our chests touching slightly, "so all this time you've been steering the case onto completely different paths because you didn't want anyone to know what you did. Your deep, dark past. You say you've been enduring my presence all this time? I think you've enjoyed it or else you wouldn't have let the case run on for this long. Cause I know I haven't been hating it completely."

I look up to meet his eyes and he his attention not on mine but lower. He slowly holds eye contacts, "I hate how smart you are," his hands slide to my jaw and smashes his lips onto mine. My arms automatically swinging around his neck, bringing him closer. My chest pressed against his.