POI fic: Cover Story
Title: Cover Story
Rating: G
Source: Person of Interest
Characters: Zoe Morgan, John Reese.
Summary: Somewhere between 4x14 ("Guilty") and 4x19 ("Search and Destroy"), Zoe Morgan's work intersects briefly with John Reese's day job.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
Word Count: 274
The next time Zoe runs into John, he’s arresting her client for murder. “Zoe,” he says, and she says, “John,” and manages not to cover her eyes, because if John’s involved the job must be more complicated than she thought. But it’s not. He’s still a cop. He’s got a warrant. Lionel Fusco is handling the handcuffs. No one seems to be whispering in anyone’s ear.
“How’s the girlfriend?” she asks, mostly in the hope of throwing John off his game, and he gives her the twisted half-smile that lost him quite a lot at poker the last time they played. She tips her head at her vanishing client. “Are you working?”
“What does it look like?”
“Harold involved?”
“Not on this one,” John says. “I can hack an email account on my own.”
Zoe files that away as something her client’s lawyers may be able to use, because she’s pretty sure hacking’s not a legal way to gather evidence, although she’s also thinking she really needs to stop working for people who’d rather hire a hitman than pay alimony. Some jobs just aren’t worth the money. Maybe she’ll put the effort into working out what John’s doing these days instead. “The badge looks good on you, John,” she says. “Is it yours?”
“Would you believe I worked undercover in Narcotics for four years?” John says.
She thinks about it. “No,” she says. “No, I wouldn’t.”
He gives her his other smile, the real one. “Try,” he suggests. “Got to go. Work calls. I’ll see you around.”
Rating: G
Source: Person of Interest
Characters: Zoe Morgan, John Reese.
Summary: Somewhere between 4x14 ("Guilty") and 4x19 ("Search and Destroy"), Zoe Morgan's work intersects briefly with John Reese's day job.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
Word Count: 274
The next time Zoe runs into John, he’s arresting her client for murder. “Zoe,” he says, and she says, “John,” and manages not to cover her eyes, because if John’s involved the job must be more complicated than she thought. But it’s not. He’s still a cop. He’s got a warrant. Lionel Fusco is handling the handcuffs. No one seems to be whispering in anyone’s ear.
“How’s the girlfriend?” she asks, mostly in the hope of throwing John off his game, and he gives her the twisted half-smile that lost him quite a lot at poker the last time they played. She tips her head at her vanishing client. “Are you working?”
“What does it look like?”
“Harold involved?”
“Not on this one,” John says. “I can hack an email account on my own.”
Zoe files that away as something her client’s lawyers may be able to use, because she’s pretty sure hacking’s not a legal way to gather evidence, although she’s also thinking she really needs to stop working for people who’d rather hire a hitman than pay alimony. Some jobs just aren’t worth the money. Maybe she’ll put the effort into working out what John’s doing these days instead. “The badge looks good on you, John,” she says. “Is it yours?”
“Would you believe I worked undercover in Narcotics for four years?” John says.
She thinks about it. “No,” she says. “No, I wouldn’t.”
He gives her his other smile, the real one. “Try,” he suggests. “Got to go. Work calls. I’ll see you around.”