And here's it, finally, my post-season finale milti-chapter fic, inspired by my one-shot Small Glow in the Dark. I want to thank all of you, wonderful people, who left me a review telling me you liked and wanted more, and also to my beta, who encouraged me to write more too. This was made thanks to your wonderful comments and I really hope this will live up to your expectations :D
Please, be aware that while the amazing PJTL156 was kind enough read through it, there could remain some mistakes, all my own of course, so feel free to point them out, I would really appreciate.
I don't owe Person of Interest or any of its characters.
Chapter I: The End is the Beginning.
"Come on, Harold. We've got so much to talk about."
A look of absolute terror appeared on Finch's face as he looked at Root's eager expression; the wicked grin on her face.
Swallowing hard, Finch prayed Reese had somehow figured things out and was about to appear through the door, gun in hand to save the day, as he always did. Even though deep down he knew the chances of that happening were low, extremely low.
"We should go now," Root paused, turning her gaze towardAlicia's lifeless body. "Your friend isn't coming with us, though."
Finch's eyes slide toward Alicia's body, guilt and sadness making his chest feel tight. After Nathan's death, Alicia had vanished, erasing any trace of herself and cutting off contact with anyone who knew her, family and friends alike, all in an effort to stay alive, just like he had. And now, now she was dead because of him, because she had come close to him in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Root was about to get out of the car, but then stopped and turned around, her gun pointed straight to Finch's face.
"I suggest you not try anything clever, Harold. I'm pretty good with this thing," Root slightly waved the gun. "And I would hate to have to show you just how good this soon."
Finch watched her get out of the car warily. He had to do something, anything, to get away from her. He should turn on the engine and drive away, or at least open the communication between his phone and Reese's so the other man could hear what was happening but he couldn't move. He was frozen on the spot watching as Root harshly pulled at Alicia's body.
His whole body shaking, Finch averted his gaze, struggling to keep his breath even.
It took Root some effort, but she pulled the body out of the car, throwing it carelessly on the ground. Quickly, she got into the car, slamming the door closed.
"Uff, she was heavier than I thought." Root grunted, tucking a stray of hair behind her ear.
Finch looked at her, an unpleasant look on his face.
Taking the gun out of her pocket, she turned toward Finch. "Okay, let's go,"
"... What?" Finch whispered, brows drawn together.
Root gave him a cold smile, gun subtly pointed at his upper body. "Just drive, Harold."
Hand shaking considerably, Finch reached toward the key ignition, just to be stopped by Root.
"Oh wait, I almost forgot. Give me your cell phone." Gun still pointed at Finch, Root held out her left hand.
Finch hesitated, alarmed to lose his last connection to Reese and wishing he had tried to contact him earlier, when he had the chance. The decision was made when Root pressed the barrel of the gun sharply into his side, making a gasp escape from his mouth as Finch reached shaking fingers to his coat pocket, taking his phone out and slowly handing it to her.
"I can't believe I almost forgot." Root murmured to herself. She pulled the phone open, easily removing the SIM card and throwing it on the floor of the car. Leaving the phone aside, Root turned to Finch again, a bright smile on her face.
"Alright, we can go now."
Finch pressed his eyes shut, hands curled into fists as he forced himself to speak.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want?"
"All in due time, Harold." Smiling, Root patted at Finch's shoulder softly. "I will tell you what I want as soon as we get to a more suitable place to talk. Now drive."
Finch drove for around twenty minutes, following Root's instructions, uneasily eyeing the gun she kept pointed at him. He tried to draw other drivers' attention several times without success, and finally stopped trying when Root caught him doing it, and pressed the barrel of the gun hard into his side.
Finally she ordered him go into a lonely, underground parking lot.
Finch could feel his heart beat faster as he drove further into the closed area. 'This is it,' he thought. She had done her main course of action: get him out of open areas. She could knock him out anytime now and he couldn't do anything to stop her or even call for help, because the place was deserted.
"Okay, park beside that black sedan; the one on your right," Root directed, pointing to one of the few cars parked nearby.
Without a word Finch did as he was told, turning off the car as soon as he got to the place she instructed. Wetting his dry lips, he forced himself to lift his gaze, and look at Root in the face.
"Let's keep things proper, okay? I want you to get out of the car and walk straight to the black one. Plain and simple. I could knock you out and drag you, but I think we can keep things simpler this way, don't you think?"
Finch looked from the car to Root before nodding almost imperceptibly.
"Great! I knew you were a reasonable man, Harold. Come on." Root pulled open the car door, and got out.
Finch watched her, drawing a deep breath. He hesitated, looking at his phone on the empty seat. He doubted he could get it without her noticing, and without the SIM card he did not think it was worth even trying. So forgetting about it, Finch began to get out of the car, deliberately slower than usual.
As soon as his feet were on the ground Root was at his side, a small smile on her face and the gun in her hand.
Standing behind him and pointing the gun at his back, Root nodded toward the car. She led Finch toward the back door of the car, and he stood beside her as she unlocked and opened it.
Resigned, Finch limped the few steps left and started to get into the car. He was about to settle into the seat, being careful of his back and neck, when he felt a strong blow on the back of his head.
Root stood beside him, slowly lowering her gun. "I'm sorry Harold, but it'll be faster this way."
Finch did not hear Root's apology, or anything else, as his body collapsed over the seat and everything went dark around him.
A/N: So that's it for now :D I'm gonna try to update at least once a week, but please be aware this is a work in process, and while I'm hoping to finish it before the new season start and I do have a pretty good idea where I'm going with this fic, this is the first time I write a multi-chapter fic, (the longest I've written is of 5 chapters, for another fandom.) so I hope you'll be patient and stay with me on this new adventure :D