R.O.O.: So, I still don't own anything that I write a fanfiction off of, and Person of Interest is no different. I own nobody and nothing in here except a few situations and OC's. The number who shows is an OC, as well as some of the number's family.

"So, what's the new number?" Reese asked curiously as he walked into the library that he usually met Finch at.

"Well, it's another interesting one," Finch said as he looked up at his cohort and then back at the screens of computers.

Reese was a man with much military training, a very rough life, and had managed to pull off some crazy murders that would get him both medals and the electric chair. He was tall, had black hair, was thin, and almost always wore a suit, if not that a motorcycle jacket, and was always extremely active. He was amazing with a gun, and was the brute force in the duo. Finch however was an entirely different story. He was a cripple, walking with a severe limp, and would often have back and side problems. He was about as tall as Reese's shoulders at full height, and his hair resembled a raven-colored version of TinTin's. He wore an older kind of suit, a vest style, and was such a computer "nerd" that he'd created the ultimate computer that could detect terroristic threats and threats to a person's life.

This was where the number comes in that Reese was talking about. The machine spat out the social security number of someone who was either a threat, or in grave danger. The two men never knew which and were forced to do some spy work to figure things out and stop murders from happening to or by innocent people. There had been a number of interesting cases, they both knew, and one of the more interesting ones had been when Finch had gone undercover himself for a few days while Reese was handicapped and watching over a janitor whose number had come up.

"The new number is to a girl named Daisy Denning," Finch said looking up again, "According to sources, she was killed in an automobile accident, but her body was never found. Parents and brothers both dead from it, although whether from the rolling vehicle or from drowning, I don't really care to know…"

"How'd she survive?" Reese asked, and Finch glared at him. "I'll take that as an 'I don't know'."

"Wise," Finch said tartly, "Because nobody even knows how this poor girl is alive and in danger. If we can find her, we may just be able to find a new recruit, Mister Reese. Her aunts and uncles buried her with her parents and brothers, while the family in question all has two or more children and don't much care for their nieces and nephews outside of birthdays. The insurance policy on the four deceased Denning family members was carried out into her bank account, but it hadn't been touched."

"She's hacking ATM's, isn't she?" Reese asked, and Finch looked up at him.

"Now that is interesting," Finch said confused, "She gets money, but not from an ATM. She uses someone else through the ATM, and blackmails them into giving her the money that she needs, but only just enough to survive for one week. Nothing more, nothing less, and she only uses cash from what I can see."

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen, almost nineteen," Finch replied sorrowfully, "Attempted to enlist in the Military, dropped out from a health concern."

"What was it?"

"A Ventricular shunt in her head," he said calmly. "The doctor records are still updated, but she hasn't seen anyone about it since two thousand eight when she got an old one exchanged for a new one just after attempting a girls' camp with her church group for a day."

"Any photos?"

"This one is the most recent," Finch said as he sadly pulled out a photograph of a newspaper that showed a fifteen year old girl, but the date was four years old.

Reese read the newspaper before blinking a couple times and sighing. Finch gave him a confused and worried look before Reese pointed at an article from the previous day's newspaper. Finch's eyes widened in horror before Reese realized what was happening to the one they were finding.

"She's being hunted by the man who killed her parents," he calculated, "or she's hunting him. What about the FBI, or the CIA? Have either of them found anything?"

"No, and that's what concerns me," Finch said with pursed lips. "She works in just as much secrecy as we do. I don't know what will happen, but I do know we need to keep our eyes and ears open as best we can. Can Detectives Carter and Fusco help us?"

"Carter's a bit preoccupied, but Fusco usually isn't," Reese ventured. "We'll see what the other can dig up first, hm?"

"You know the last time that happened who won that," Finch shot back.

"Yes, and who won the time before that," Reese retorted with a smirk as he left the penthouse.

I know I usually stick to Harry Potter, but I couldn't resist doing one of PoI! This is part of another series, but I'll let people know when it comes time for that.