Helloah, audience! I'm back with my newest story, Forecast for Mystery, a Person of Interest fan fic, and my first in this fandom. Anywho, Lilly Atlas was just your normal, average weatherman in training when she sees something she isn't supposed see. Lilly's world is flipped upside down when people target her, a man in a suit stalks her, and a snow white haired woman claims to be her dead sister. Hoo boy. And how does she know the man in the suit? Disclaimer, Anyone?
Lilly: Sure! LightUpTheNight178 does not in ANY sort of way own Person of Interest or any of the names that appear in the story. She only owns Lilly, the plot, and Sarah.
Me: On with Chapter One!
New York City, 3rd Person POV
New York City. The city that never sleeps, since there's so much to do. Unknown to the eight million people living there, they were being watched. The innocent looking cameras were watching them, every hour, every day. Among the people at this hour walking along, was a young woman with blonde hair whose green eyes scanned the area. She looked about twenty, and wore a grey sweater vest with a long white skirt and black boots.
The woman was heading to Good Morning America, where she worked as a weatherman in training, in hopes of becoming a full fledged weatherman. Ever since she was little, she always wanted to be a weatherman, watching them predict the weather with fascination in her eyes.
As she passed by a coffee shop on the way to work, one of the older clientele looked up from his newspaper and said, "Mornin' Lilly. Off to predict the weather?" Lilly smiled and said happily, "You bet, Gus." Gus replied, "Good. I feel rain coming in my bones." Lilly laughed and said, "I wouldn't have to predict it then!" Gus chuckled, and Lilly walked off. Another one of the clientele, a rather odd looking man in a three piece suit with glasses looked up and stared after her, an unreadable expression on his face. His name was Harold Finch, and he was the one who designed the program that watched people.
About three minutes later, Lilly passed by an alleyway that was a foot from her job. A scream of bloody murder came from the alleyway, and Lilly raced down it, hiding behind a garbage can, her head poking out. A group of men in all black were surrounding a man whose face was bloody and beaten. One
of the men hissed, "This is what you get for messing with us again!" He pulled out a gun and put his finger on the trigger. The man they had surrounded coughed, "No... I have a wife and kids to go home to.." The man with the gun sneered, "Too late." And pulled the trigger, shooting him. The man gasped and thudded to the ground, dead.
Lilly let out a silent scream as she watched them clean up the murder weapon and put it in the victim's hand. They then walked out of the alley, but one of the men spotted her and hissed, "We have a snitch, Boss!" The young woman pressed herself into the corner in terror as the boss stalked up to her. He hefted her by the collar of her sweater vest and growled, "Listen here, snitch. Don't tell anyone about this, or it'll be you dead on the pavement, got it?" Lilly nodded fearfully, and he dropped her. He then pulled the trigger on his gun again, and shot her in the shoulder.
Lilly cried out in pain, and the boss punched her face. She stopped, and he snarled, "We'll be watching you, snitch." He and his followers stalked out the alley, leaving Lilly alone.
The young woman groaned and tore off some of her skirt to staunch the blood. She muttered, "This is going to be hard, telling people why I'm bleeding at work." Lilly slowly got up and made her way to her job.
A bit away from Good Morning America, Harold Finch was sitting in his apartment, staring at the computer that held the Machine. Ah, the machine. Originally designed for detecting acts of terrorism, was now used for violent crimes with people the government considered irrelevant. After September Eleventh happened while Harold was working for the government, he pushed to finish the machine, in hopes nothing like that would never happen again.
Footsteps sounded on the floor, pulling Harold out from his thoughts. A soft, mysterious voice that held a note of confidence spoke, "Morning, Finch. Did we get a number?" Harold tore his gaze away from the computer and looked up. A man in an expensive suit stood near him. He had black hair that was graying on the sides, and icy blue eyes that held the same confidence his voice did.
Harold replied, "Good Morning, Mr. Reese , and yes, we did get a number, just now in fact." He got up from his chair with a picture in hand and limped over to the glass board where they hung their information about the numbers. An injury had caused a permanent limp in him, causing him to never walk properly again.
He taped the picture on the board and spoke, "Lillian Marie Atlas, Twenty years old, working as a weatherman in training for Good Morning America." Harold stepped back. The blonde haired woman he saw earlier at the coffee shop was on the picture, smiling happily. Reese raised an eyebrow. "Why would someone want a trainee dead?" He questioned. Harold replied, "I don't know Mr. Reese , she could be the perpetrator for all we know, but for now, she seems like the victim here."
Harold continued, "I also doubt that Miss Atlas would want to wield a gun, especially after her sister was murdered three years ago." He taped another picture up, one of a snowy haired woman. "Sarah Atlas was killed in a mugging gone very wrong, and was shot to death. Lillian was there." He said. Reese said, "Could it be possible that the guy who killed Sarah is after Lillian?" Harold replied, "Quite the possibility Mr. Reese . I've also taken the liberty to get you into the Good Morning America building as another weatherman trainee under the alias of John Walker."
Harold added, "I hope you've been reading up on your Meteorology, Mr. Reese ." Reese smirked and said, "All I have to do is say it's going to rain, right?" A small smile crossed Harold's face, and Reese made his way over to the Good Morning America building.
In the Good Morning America building, Lilly's POV
I sat in the main area where all the trainees practice predicting the weather in front of the camera, reading charts on Dew Point and Relative Humidity. My boss walked in the room with a white haired woman behind her. "Lilly, there's someone here to see-" Before my boss finished, the woman ran over to me. "Lilly, it's so good to see you again!" She exclaimed. I tore my gaze from my charts and asked, "Who are you?"
The woman looked hurt. She exclaimed, "You don't recognize your own sister?" One thought crossed through my head. How?
Dun, Dun, Dun... Cliffie already. I feel so evil...
Lilly: You are evil, you made me get shot!
Me:Plot Purposes, Lilly. Anyway...
Me and Lilly: Read and Review! Flames will be laughed at, and Happy Thanksgiving!
Me: Peace off. Boop!
-LightUpTheNight178 and Lilly Atlas