The first two calls you think are just a sort of weird postmodern prank where the lack of meaning is the point. The third call catches you bored, and when you find out you can't trace it back you get somewhat interested. It's obvious that the message was a Social Security number, but you don't understand what that person is supposed to mean.
Two days later he dies.
You don't know even approximately what's going on, but you're not surprised when you get a fourth call.
Title: Code Branches Point One to Point Five Rating: PG13 Fandom:Person of Interest AUs, futures, or sidelines.
The numbers check. They always do. But Finch still insists on doing the research before acting on them. Despite having designed the Machine himself, he feels it'd be unethical otherwise.
The man who calls himself Reese just asks for the target's tactical intel, and the account number for his payout.
* * *
Leon hadn't known you could receive calls from the inside of a psychiatric hospital. He hadn't known many, many things before meeting the guys, and some of them he hadn't learned until after their death.
He spoke at the phone without bothering to listen before. "You win. I'll take the fucking job."
The hospital received his release papers minutes later, as an email.
* * *
Very, very few people know that the United States' counterterrorism actions are ultimately directed by a software program. Not all of them have the imagination to consider the possibility of modifying its parameters for more politically useful internal surveillance.
It took about half a dozen absolutely accidental deaths before they stopped discussing the idea near a cellphone, and three more before they were scared enough to give up.
* * *
It could be simply that she has reached an even higher level of hacking proficiency, but Root suspects that, sometimes, someone has her back.
Whenever that happens, she dials a random number and says thanks.
* * *
Every rookie Detective gets the same three rules from Fusco regarding their Captain: Don't raise your voice when her dog's around. Don't take it badly if she interrupts you to take a call. And when she tells you to go get someone out of the blue, get your ass moving and don't ask why.
His only friend is long dead, and he'll never talk again with the woman he loves. Harold used to think he should have let himself be killed, but that was before Root showed him that he didn't need to be alone.
The Machine loves them, and the Machine is the world.
Title: Sub Rosa Fandom: Person of Interest Rating: PG13 Author Notes: Unbetaed purplish prose. (Maybe this should go under Warnings.)
Nothing is wasted when you live in the street. A bite of food is a valuable thing, a good place to sleep the definition of wealth. A miracle...
You don't talk about a miracle. You don't profit from it. You even try to forget it, lest it be somehow robbed, gone. Only what's inside you can never be taken away from you.
But when something happens — not the everyday troubles, or even death, but the unthinkable tragedies kings and beggars are both exposed to — the miracle is remembered, or whispered, or just, somehow, known. Then, if you paused for a second your deliberate not-seeing, you could see a man or a woman in city-colored layers of clothes, talking to the sky on a street corner somewhere. You would pass by quickly, fearful of their pain, awed by the certainty with which they speak, faces upturned halfway to the concrete and glass-blocked sky.
If you don't walk too fast, though, you might hear a payphone ringing next to them. You would see them pick it, heads frightfully, tenderly bent to listen to God.