Person Of Interest - Shaw's Journey

Here Lies Sameen Shaw

"Ms. Shaw, we should probably be on our way." Finch stated, "We have a death to fake."

"I'll get my gun," I said, wanting to stay on the safe side.

"I like her already, Harry!" Root exclaimed from the other room. I gathered that 'Harry' was probably a pet name for Harold.

"I'm sure it won't be necessary, Ms. Shaw, you're going to die remember?" Finch said as I set my gun down on the table and make my way to the coat hanger. "The paramedics don't want to see a gun on your 'corpse'," he made imaginary speech marks with his hands on the word 'corpse'. Lionel had already left to do something so it was just me, Finch, Root and Reese. I took my black leather jacket, swung it around me and put it on ready to face the dangers that the outside world bears.

We got into the same black sedan that had brought me to the library. I sat next to Root, and Finch was in the shotgun seat whilst Reese drove us to my death... Literally. We stopped at a dodgy neighbourhood, one swarming with junkies, drunks and gangs. I was gonna die an alcoholic. A depressed woman who had lost her job and took to drinking mercilessly and died because of a heart attack caused by the alcohol.

Root handed me a vile with blue liquid in it.

"Drink it when we are out of sight, OK, Sameen? We will come and pick you up as the paramedics and the Machine can handle the rest. She always does," Root told me, "You will be completely dead."

Finch had told me that the liquid was a chemical that made it look like a heart attack and stopped my heart just for long enough, only for me to be resuscitated by a shot of adrenaline in the ambulance that Root would steal.

I didn't trust them completely but I had no choice. It was this, or live in hiding forever. And I honestly don't want to go through the second option. Besides, they seemed like nice people.

I applied some foundation that was lighter than my skin to create the illusion that I would pass out and that I already wasn't feeling well. I opened the car door and stepped out, excited to 'die'. I saw the black sedan drive away and as soon as it was out of sight, I drank the whole vile in one, the bitter taste filling my mouth.

"Here goes nothing, I guess," I told myself, unsure of what the outcome would be. My life depends on it. This better work. In a second, I blacked out completely. I had to trust the team with my life. I guess this is the real test...

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