The Missing Number(A Person of Interest Fanfic)

Prelude

"Sir we are receiving new updates from Samaritan"

"What kind of updates?"

"I'm not sure, sir. I'm trying to make sense of it now."

"Well, don't waste any time. Get to it."

"Yes, sir."

BEEP BEEP

"Ah, Yes, my dear Samaritan?"

"COME TO THE BASEMENT"

"Well, whatever for?"

"THE PRISONER."

Greer makes his way to the basement. Decima is quiet today, which is just the way he likes it. Ever since Samaritan has gone online, his life has been stupendous. With the government feed, he was finally able to bring his sleeping giant to life, surpassing even Harold Finch with his original Machine. 

He arrives at a door. It's a big one, tall sturdy. He had it built just one week before Samaritan went online. On the upper left side of the door was a camera. Greer tilted his head towards it and looked at it. "Papaya", he said. The camera then turned off and disappeared into the wall. Then out came a keypad. He punched in the code & the door flung open. On the other side of the door was a jail. This wasn't your typical jail. The people here weren't criminals. In fact, most of them as never committed a crime in their entire lives. When Samaritan went online, Greer rounded them up. Each "prisoner" was a known operative of Harold Finch and John Reese. With Samaritan's help, they caught everyone and placed each one in their own cell. Greer remembers the day as if it was yesterday.

**1 year ago**

"Good evening everyone. It has come to my attention that you have lot of questions. I'm here to tell you that everything is going to be fine. I have no intention of hurting any of you. You're all here because you have been identified to be in relations with these two."

Greer held up two photos. One of Finch and another of John.

"If you tell me where they are, I will not only release you but give you 550 dollars."

Everyone in the room stopped and panicked. One of them could have stood up and said the location. Or at least tried to guess. But then they thought long and hard about it. How John saved their lives from certain death several times. If it wasn't for them, every singles one of them would have been dead. And for that reason, nobody said a word. Nobody made sound. All everybody did was stare at Greer.

Greer hated the silence. "Nobody?"

"Nobody wants to tell me where they are?"

Nope. Nobody said a word. Loyalty is a powerful thing. Something that someone like Greer would never understand.

"What should we do?", Greer asked.

"I don't know, man. You tell me.", answered someone in the crowd.

"Not you, you idiot", said Greer. And just then he shot him. He looked down at his phone and saw a message from Samaritan. 

"DON'T KILL ANYMORE PEOPLE. WE MIGHT NEED THEM"

"Fine," said Greer.

"Lucky for you all, I won't be killing any more of you. However, this will be your new home."

Greer turned around and then lights flickered, showing a hallway full of cells. 

"Everyone, welcome.....to Decima."

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>Back to the present

Greer finally arrived at the mysterious prisoner's cell.

"Good afternoon", he said

No answer from the prisoner.

"It seems as though my creation has called me here."

The prisoner chuckled. "Your creation? Honey, all you've made is a knock-off".

A knock-off? That's what he was known to be. Hearing this angered Greer. He reached for his gun. He pulled it out & pointed it at the prisoner. Just then, his phone buzzed. Greer took it out his pocket.

"DON'T DO IT"

"Why not? I still don't see why we need her? Plus, forgive me Samaritan but she's starting to feel more and more like a waste of atoms."

"YOU'LL SEE. TRUST ME"

"Fine."

Greer lowered his gun and put his phone back in his pocket. He again looked at the prisoner.

"It seems Samaritan, against my judgement wants to keep you alive, Detective."

The prisoner heard this and got up. The footsteps from the prisoner began to echo, growing and louder and louder until it reached the bars.

"Something you want to say, Detective?"

The light from the hallway revealed the prisoner's face. It was a woman, an African-American one at that. And she was pissed. What did she say?

"FUCK. OFF."