Fan fiction

This story is following with the season four, episode eleven of a TV show called: Person of Interest.

Today is a rainy day, out of the window there is chilly wind and light rain. Rain drops on window issued crisp sound, and some naughty rain drops from the window into the parlor. Root and Finch sit at the table, tapping the keyboard very fast.

“Here, Miss Root. We have a new number.” Finch raises his head, breaks the quiet atmosphere, looks at Root and says “It is a doctor, the machine asks you to save him.”

“Me? Oh, stop kidding me. What I only care about is Shaw, you should know that.” Root shrugs her shoulders and still fixes eyes on the computer screen; she even doesn’t raise her head.

“The machine asks you.” Finch explains.

“Damn it. It has noting to do with me whether the doctor is alive or not. Why should I care?” Root shouts very loudly and hits the keyboard hardly, as if wants to scrap it.

“Ok, it is your business.” Finch shakes his head and turns his back. “But may be the machine wants to convey something about Shaw through the doctor.” Finch says it in a low voice. “You know, the machine cannot give us the information directly.”

After Finch says, the whole parlor falls silent; it is so quiet that can hear the sound of one pin drops.

“Ok, I accept it.” Seconds later, Root purses her lips and says. Then she goes to her bedroom and starts packing, she puts AK-47, medicines and a mobile phone in her bag. Soon, she pushes the door and goes out in hurry, even forgets to pick up the key.

“I know she will accept it,” Finch says after he cannot hear Root’s footsteps. He takes over the chocolate cookies from Reese, “but I’m not sure what she can find from the doctor.”

“Don’t be worry, Root can handle it.” Reese says with confidence.

Root stands at the crossroad and looks around. Cars pass her and wind blows her long hair, her eyes glazes just like a normal people who lost her lover. She is out of the wits looking at the familiar Streets, buildings, even the sky. She bits her finger, and stomps. “This is not my world.” Root begins to run very fast.

“Ok, you must calm down and follow instructions from the machine, Root. You must do it, only you can save Shaw.” Root thinks, and grabs her fists tightly. She forces herself to calm down and listen to the machine. She finds a loft where the doctor stays following the machine’s instruction.

This small loft is so unimpressive that passing people won’t notice it. Root enters the loft and looks around. The Old ceiling is like the mouth of huge monster, grey wall, broken furniture and steeped floor, Root frowns obviously. An old man curled up in the corner, his arms hold around his shoulder tightly. Root walks directly to him and squats.

“Listen to me, I have no time to tell you the specific reason and process, the only thing I do is to help you and save you. Now, I will stay with you until you are safe.” Root says quickly.

“Ok…Ok…” The doctor is too nervous to say a complete sentence. He looks so frightened, his grey beards are vibrating.

“Sure, but don’t be too nervous.” Root says to the doctor and looks around his loft tries to find some hints about Shaw. A small vase—not a hint, a strange painting of a bared women—not a hint, the broken sofa—oh no, Root feels she is going crazy and becoming sensitive to everything even ridiculous things.

“Thank you, miss.” The doctor looks not as tense as the beginning. “Miss, I will collect cases. So, you can stay here for minutes or you can follow me. ” The doctor says and points the other room.

“Cases? May be I can find something from these cases.” Root thinks deeply, she touches her hair and nods head.

“Ok, I will follow you.” She says.

The doctor takes out several big folders and begins to work, Root looks around tries to find some useful hints. She pretends to rotate her neck left and right and back again tries to look at these cases. Suddenly, she finds a familiar name on the case.

“It’s Shaw! What does it mean? She is still alive?” Root’s brain spin rapidly, and she grips and shakes doctor’s shoulders.

“Did you cure her before? What’s wrong with her? She is still alive, right? ” Root stares her eyes at doctor and wants to get Shaw’s whereabouts.

“Please calm down. She is safety right now although she was in a coma because of excessive loss of blood when she was sent here.” The doctor is so afraid that Root will kill him that he tells the truth with a hoarse voice. “Please, that is all I know. Please don’t kill me!”

“Really? She is safety. Thank you God! Thank you. Shaw, you are alive!” Root’s lip is trembling and she is so surprised that she covers her mouth. Root is a wise and grace woman at anytime, but now she just likes a child who gets her lost and found toys.

“But she didn’t tell me where she goes and who is she.” The doctor explains carefully.

“Nothing? Even a hint?”

“Oh, you remind me she left this photo because she left in hurry.” The doctor turns back and opens a drawer to take a photo which is dogeared with little bloodstain and several numbers. Root uses her shaking hands take the photo, touching the photo gently again and again just like touch her lover. There are two women in the photo, one is Root and another is Shaw, they hand in hand walking on the street. You can feel the happiness from their smiling, the sunshine on their faces reflect the beautiful lights. They like angles that come to the world. Whole world is a beautiful sea which is full of happiness for them.

“Shaw, I will find you. Wait for me.” Root susurrates, still looking the photo.

After finished this task, Root shuts herself up in her room and tries her best to search the information about Shaw. She tried many times but all fail, suddenly，a idea flashes through her mind, she reminds the numbers on the back of the photo.

“All right! Maybe Shaw cannot convey the information directly so she chooses to give me a Kakuro to let me solve it. Root, believe you can do it, you can find her.” Root encourages herself. She takes out lots of paper and a pen, wears glasses to calculate the numbers. She tries again and again, from morning to midnight, there is no result. During this time, Reese and Finch enter her room to send her some delicious food and water, however, Root doesn’t eat it, even a little. Later, the bear, a brown Belgian Malinois, comes to see her. The expression in bear’s eyes just like tell Root don’t worry, finally she will find the answer. When the hand of a clock point the number two, Root stands up and yawns, she finds the answer of the Kakuro which Shaw left.

“May 20, 9pm, the top of the Empire State Building.” Root keeps it in mind.

Waiting time is difficult, Root checks the date many times everyday, she cannot bare the miss to Shaw.

Finally, the day is coming. Root dresses really sexy: little black skirt is dotted with delicate lace, black high-heels by Christian Louboutin, and she carries a black Saffiano bag. She wants to show her beauty to Shaw.

The Empire State Building is particular mysterious and can over views the whole New York City from the top. Myriad twinkling lights warm the whole city. Root stands on the steps to the top of the building, she feels her heartbeat fast, palms sweaty, there is something wants to get out of her body and yell. This feeling she never experience in the past. She glances at her watch; there is an only one minute left. Root puts one foot in front of the other, climbs stairs. She counts in her mind silently.

“Five—I regret to leave you alone”

“Four—I miss you so much.”

“Three—I will find you.”

“Two—I come to take you home.”

“One—I love you.”

Root pushes the door. There is a woman shows her back to Root, moonlight on her body makes her just like the Cynthia. The night wind blows up her hair and her clothes, and then she turns to Root with open arms.

“I am back.” She gives Root a charming smiling.

Root is still standing there, “Shaw, is that you?” Root’s sound like she is going to break into cry.

“Yes, it is me. Shaw.” She repeats again.

Root runs at full speed to give Shaw an intimate huge. At that moment, everything disappears besides them. This hug contains too much emotion even Root and Shaw cannot distinguish these feelings. Happiness, exciting, nervous and little fear are full in the air. However, they find each other.

“Root, look at my eyes. The following words may be little sudden and I am not sure can you accept it. But these words I only say just one time. ” Shaw cups Root’s face in her hand, and look at her eyes.

“I want to say: I love you. You know I am not good at showing my feelings and I cannot write a poem for you to convey my love to you. But, you remember it; I never will let you alone. I will protect you forever and give you a happiness life where is full of warm sunshine and fragrant flowers rather than blood and guns. So, give me a chance, please.” This is the first time Shaw says so much. Root stares, her eyes full of incredible she even almost screaming out.

Actually, when Root hears Shaw says “I love you,” to her, she is surprised a lot and make the decision. All these things come too sudden and give her no time to feeling it is true or just a dream. But now, Root doesn’t want to care too much about the reality or not, the only thing she wants to do is with Shaw.

“You are crying.” Shaw uses her hand help Root wipe tears, her sound is full of misgivings.

“Am I crying? Don’t worry; I am just …just too happy. I love you, too.” Root’s face turns to red and she lower her head.

“Don’t be shy, oh…” Root stops Shaw’s speaking by a kiss. Her lip is so soft and sweet just like the cotton candy, which let Shaw cannot bare to suckle it. At this moment, everything likes fall asleep, no wind, and no noise. May be their love moved the God and creates a wonderful opportunity to tell each other secrets.

Kiss to the end, they look each other eyes soulful; they can feel something changed after this kiss very obviously. Is it love? The answer is in their heart. Both Root and Shaw know this special relationship between them is dangerous but attractive. An agent who is abandoned by the government, a ruthless killer and hacker, the love between them sounds impossible. However, the love happens. Like a black flower poured by red blood, dangerous, horrible but with peculiar charm. The love like the warm fire and they like moths who know the fire is really dangerous but still fly to the only bright in the world.

“I promise you,” Shaw lifts Root’s chin and says “I want stay with you forever.”

“Sure. If you leave me, even search the remotest corners of the world I will take you back, and kill you.” Root takes a gun at Shaw’s neck and smiled.

“Ok, if I do that, everything in your hand.” Shaw smiles like a cat.

“Ha-ha. Let’s go home. Reese, Finch and bear are waiting for us. Oh, by the way, I buy beef from your favorite restaurant, it costs me a lot.” Root says and takes her hands, walking to the elevator. The moonlight cast their shadows long and thin, they rely on each other and go forward.

Gradually, the lights in the city extinguished lamp by lamp. The bear is lying on the blanket and thinks; Root and Shaw will come back soon.