Root stumbled into the subway, her shoulder bleeding though her leather jacket and a make shift sling, dirt and blood covering it.
Reese glanced up from where he had been cleaning his gun and noticed her as she tried to hold herself up.
"Root?" He rushed over to her, bringing her to the bench infront of the train.
Harold limped over, confused as to where the woman had come from.
"Miss Groves your back? I thought you where looking for Miss..." He trailed off, imtimidated by the stone cold look she gave him. He went back into the subway car muttering something about her being welcome to stay.
"Shaw's still off the radar," She said weakly, as John began to deal with her wound, nodding. As soon as he was done, Bear bounded over to greet her and Reese began to speak.
"What happened, Root? That's not your first bullet wound in the past few weeks either," He placed the unused bandages back in the first aid box.
She propped herself up a little more, repositioning her arm.
"I thought I found a lead on Sameen and got caught in a crossfire between two gangs downtown," She said dismissively, and attempted to get up to go towards the computers, but Reese grabbed her by her good arm.
"What else, Root?"
She glared down at him and pulled away, heading back towards the desk but John followed after her, knowing she was leaving something out. He paused next to her as she began to look through the numbers she had missed.
There was a pause.
"I miss her too,"
Root looked up at Reese, frowning.
"I found this yesterday," He reached down and pushed a stack of paper aside, revealing a stack of passports.
They were all of different colours and languages but it was clear who they belonged to. A thumbnial sized picture of Shaw was attached to each one, and Root picked one up, staring down at it. Suddenly a voice came from behind her.
"We all miss her Miss Groves. She meant more than we knew," Finch placed a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off turning to him.
"I believe John but not you,"
"What?"
"You think she's dead," She hissed, stepping back from him and drawing her gun. "You dragged her into this and now she's gone,"
"Miss Groves please-"
"My name is Root," She heard John lift his gun from behind her. Would she really shoot her if she hurt Harold?
"If you truly believe she's dead, then the person responsible should die too,"
"Root,"
Whisking around, Root peered into the darkness where the voice had come from. Shaw.
Her face was pale with her hair falling out of her ponytail, Her jacket was still torn from the various bullet hits, but she was patched up and looking considerably better since she was last seen bleeding out on a concrete floor.
Root dropped her gun. "Sameen?"