Person Of Interest |Chapter 2|

I watch trough the window of the office I was sitting in, staring at the hall. The four men were sitting there, bruises and scars on their faces. I laugh a little, poor men.

"I'm here for my client" A man walks in the hall. I stare at him, he was wearing a suit, must be a lawyer or something.

~~~~

"I appreciate the help counselor" I say to the man, walking out of the police station. He wasn't saying anything and walked me to a car where other guys were standing.

"Our employer wants to speak with you" one of the guys say. They walk to me and leaded me in the car.

I see detective Dun walk out of the station, I simply waved and the car started to drive.

I stare out of the window as the sun comes up. The road was busy, many people had to go to their work. All people, all different lives.

The car stopped. The men get out, so I do the same.

We were standing right next to a bridge. A man was standing 20 feet in front of me. He was staring at the bridge.

The guys that brought me here stopped walking and waited for me to do something. I take a deep breath and walk to the guy that was standing by the bridge.

"Do I owe you money? 'cause I am..." I looked at my dirty old clothes. "I am running a little short at the moment"

The guy turns around to face me.

"You don't owe me anything. Miss. Martinez" I stopped walking.

That's my name. That was my name. Before I got here, in New York.

"That's the name you pefer, isn't it?" He looks back at the bridge. "I know you had several"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about you"

I continue to stare at him.

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know exactly everything about you Miss. Martinez" he stops and starts to think. "I know, about the work you used to do for the government. I know about the doubt you came in because of the work. I know that the government and along with everyone else thinks you're​ dead."

I walk towards him. Turning my hands to fists. The guys followed me, I quickly calm down and let go of my fist, making them stop walking.

"So you see knowledge is not my problem... Doing something with that knowledge, that's where you come in." I was getting confused but kept listening.

"You can call me Mr. Finch... I think you and I could help one another." He continous "I don't think you need a psychiatrist or a group..."

"What do I need?" I asked him confused.

"You need a purpose" he turns to stand in front of me. "More specifically, you need a job."

~~~~

Mr. Finch opens the door and steps out of the car. I followed. We were back in the crowded part of the city.

"Eight million people" He starts "You know what they all have in common? None of them knows what happens next." He stops walking.

"Someone is murdered in New York City every eighteen hours. At the end of the day one of these people will be gone" He looks around.

"It happens everyday, we can't stop them" I say back. "But what if you could?" He says, making me confused.

"So many crimes are planned, days, weeks in event. What if you could stop those? I got a list. A list of people who are about to be involved in a very bad situations. Murders, kidnappings. The people that are on my list, they have no idea what's about to happen to them. Most of them... Are just ordinary people." He turns to look at a woman. And nods in her direction. "Like her."

"Her name is Marina. In this week she's at the top of my list. I don't know exactly what's going to happen or what her role in it is. She might be the victim, she could be the perpetrator." The girl, Marina bought a coffee and walked trough the streets. "All I know that she's involved. I want you to follow her and figure out what's going to happen. And stop it from happening."

I sighed.

"So what do you think?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "I think you're a rich guy, I think that woman is probably your ex wife or someone you rode a elevator with once. I think I'm done." I nod and turn around.

I take a step to walk away but one of the guys stepped in front of me so I couldn't walk away.

I take a step to the right and he does the same. I sigh. He grabs me by the shoulder, but I'm faster. Grabbing his head and bumped it in the other guy's face, making the two fall down on the street.

I smile and continue to walk, leaving Mr. Finch and the other two guys behind.

<><><><><>

Hope you enjoyed a veryyy long chapter :blush:

Jup, I did copy alot if the things they said from the original show, but that's because I need a begin. When I'm done with the beginning, I will write more of my own.

What do you think will happen next?