Shaw let out an exasperated sigh. She could already imagine Reese’s laugh when he found out she and Root had been compromised by a thirteen-year-old.
Their number, who by all appearances seemed to be an innocent young girl with bright eyes and a father who’d gotten into some trouble with a local gang, had turned out to be a member of the gang and the true perpetrator of the crime.
Shaw and Root had been sent by Finch to protect her and secure the house while Reese tracked down the father, and they’d unknowingly interfered with the girl’s plans. They’d agreed to a game of hide-and-seek, and within seconds of closing their eyes the girl had somehow managed to crudely tie them to their chairs using a long iron chain she’d gotten from Machine-knows-where, facing back-to-back, and escaped out the front door. She’d even had the foresight to remove and crush both of their earpieces, a cheeky smile on her face the whole time.
(Shaw was beginning to hate children.)
It wasn’t like she couldn’t get out of the chains. It was just embarrassing, that a trained government operative and an assassin had been given the slip by a literal teenager. She twisted in the chains, trying to see if she could reach out with her hand to break part of it over the edge of her chair.
“Root, help me out here, will you? I’m not planning on being chained up in here forever.”
“I wouldn’t mind. It’s pretty cozy.” Root answered, ever the advocate of inappropriately-timed flirting. “Plus”, she added conspiratorially, “I bet we could have plenty of fun with these in our free time.” Shaw rolled her eyes even though she knew Root couldn’t see them and directed Root to the part of the chain she should pull. Root got pulled it taut and together, they moved it in a sudden jerking motion and broke one of the links against Shaw’s chair.
Shaw untangled the chains from around her and let them clatter to the floor. “Maybe after we track down our number.”
(i’m looking back at this and wow that was a lot more than i intended to write)
Person of Interest, Root/Shaw - Chains
Their number, who by all appearances seemed to be an innocent young girl with bright eyes and a father who’d gotten into some trouble with a local gang, had turned out to be a member of the gang and the true perpetrator of the crime.
Shaw and Root had been sent by Finch to protect her and secure the house while Reese tracked down the father, and they’d unknowingly interfered with the girl’s plans. They’d agreed to a game of hide-and-seek, and within seconds of closing their eyes the girl had somehow managed to crudely tie them to their chairs using a long iron chain she’d gotten from Machine-knows-where, facing back-to-back, and escaped out the front door. She’d even had the foresight to remove and crush both of their earpieces, a cheeky smile on her face the whole time.
(Shaw was beginning to hate children.)
It wasn’t like she couldn’t get out of the chains. It was just embarrassing, that a trained government operative and an assassin had been given the slip by a literal teenager. She twisted in the chains, trying to see if she could reach out with her hand to break part of it over the edge of her chair.
“Root, help me out here, will you? I’m not planning on being chained up in here forever.”
“I wouldn’t mind. It’s pretty cozy.” Root answered, ever the advocate of inappropriately-timed flirting. “Plus”, she added conspiratorially, “I bet we could have plenty of fun with these in our free time.” Shaw rolled her eyes even though she knew Root couldn’t see them and directed Root to the part of the chain she should pull. Root got pulled it taut and together, they moved it in a sudden jerking motion and broke one of the links against Shaw’s chair.
Shaw untangled the chains from around her and let them clatter to the floor. “Maybe after we track down our number.”
(i’m looking back at this and wow that was a lot more than i intended to write)