November 11, 2015
Finch stared at Reese, who had just come striding into his library with his usual cup of coffee and a not-at-all-usual red plastic poppy pinned to his jacket lapel. Reese dug in his pocket.
"Here, Harold, I got one from you. From Cortez—remember him? He was selling them at the DAV."
Finch still stared at him. Reese gave him a half-smile.
"It's not for me. Finch. It's for him."
Then Finch understood and took the poppy and pinned it to his jacket. That year they didn't even pretend to be wearing them for camouflage on a case. They wore them for an old friend, the only veteran of a Time War.