POI fic: Loss of Control
TITLE: POI fic - Loss of Control
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Crossover with Equalizer
Finch was surprised when he got the call. He hadn’t thought Robert’s pride would allow him to reach out for help. The situation must be drastic indeed. A few minutes into the conversation he understood. Control was missing, and with his absence many of the avenues McCall used to obtain information were closed.
Finch was aware that McCall had asked Control to do a background check on them when their paths had first collided. Control had found nothing on Harold, of course. John, however, was far from discrete. But Control had never indicated to any other agencies what he knew about John’s presence or activities; Finch appreciated that discretion.
The situation with their current number had reached a critical point, and Reese couldn’t detach to help search for Control. Reese and McCall hadn’t hit it off when they first met, perhaps seeing too much of themselves reflected in the other. But things had thawed between them by the end of their collaboration.
While Reese may have ultimately warmed up to Robert, his disaffection with his own handlers had spilled over as resentment toward Control. He wasn’t thrilled with Finch getting involved without his being there to keep an eye on the situation.
Finch reminded John that Control had in fact proven more trustworthy than Carter. Although Finch had reconciled himself to Carter’s presence in their little group, he hadn’t forgotten the aftermath of her little betrayal. Sometimes he still woke up in the middle of the night, heart pounding with the memory of that frantic drive, afraid that he wouldn’t reach John in time. The shock of John’s appearance, and all that blood; the worry that his contingency plan wouldn’t be good enough; having to help with the impromptu surgery in the morgue - it was all a nightmare that would haunt Finch for a long time.
Finch pondered the meeting arrangements. Having them come to the library was out of the question. McCall might have initially dismissed Finch as merely a talented hacker and John’s “tech support,” but without the distraction of the mission no doubt he would start to reconsider. Finch didn’t want McCall developing too many questions. He opted to take one of his secure laptaps and pick up McCall and his sidekick Kostmayer in the limo. The seating arrangements meant that they couldn’t get too close a look at whatever he brought up on his laptop. And their constant motion would prevent any observation or eavesdropping by a third party.
Mickey wasn’t sure why they were going to outside help. Granted they hadn’t turned up much on their own, but this Finch was still a relative unknown. He wasn’t sure what Robert expected Finch to do, but then Robert was a little desperate at this point as time was running out. The Agency would disavow Control if he was unavailable for too long.
He was surprised when the little man picked them up in a limo. After questioning Robert for a few more details about Control’s disappearance, he offered them the drinks and snacks in the minibar while he set to work. Mickey fidgeted, impatient for John’s little hacker friend to finish whatever it was he was doing. Robert sat calmly gazing out the window, not displaying any of the tension he must be feeling and ignoring Kostmayer completely. Mickey stilled himself when Finch looked up from his laptop, fixing Mickey with an inscrutable stare through his glasses. When he was satisfied that Mickey had been appropriately quelled, he turned back to typing rapidly on his laptop. Mickey tried to remain still and quiet; sometimes the little guy could be a bit…intimidating (not to mention slightly creepy).
A short time later Finch spoke “I believe you will find your missing colleague at the abandoned noodle factory. Estimate 7 men on site. I have sent the layout for the building to your Blackberry with current estimated positions of Control and his captors. I can update you when you are on site.”
McCall thanked Finch politely for his assistance, and began calling some of his other contacts to help with the rescue. Mickey was momentarily surprised by the quickness and thoroughness of the intel, but dismissed those thoughts as he began to mentally run through his weapons cache in order to decide which to bring to the party.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Crossover with Equalizer
Finch was surprised when he got the call. He hadn’t thought Robert’s pride would allow him to reach out for help. The situation must be drastic indeed. A few minutes into the conversation he understood. Control was missing, and with his absence many of the avenues McCall used to obtain information were closed.
Finch was aware that McCall had asked Control to do a background check on them when their paths had first collided. Control had found nothing on Harold, of course. John, however, was far from discrete. But Control had never indicated to any other agencies what he knew about John’s presence or activities; Finch appreciated that discretion.
The situation with their current number had reached a critical point, and Reese couldn’t detach to help search for Control. Reese and McCall hadn’t hit it off when they first met, perhaps seeing too much of themselves reflected in the other. But things had thawed between them by the end of their collaboration.
While Reese may have ultimately warmed up to Robert, his disaffection with his own handlers had spilled over as resentment toward Control. He wasn’t thrilled with Finch getting involved without his being there to keep an eye on the situation.
Finch reminded John that Control had in fact proven more trustworthy than Carter. Although Finch had reconciled himself to Carter’s presence in their little group, he hadn’t forgotten the aftermath of her little betrayal. Sometimes he still woke up in the middle of the night, heart pounding with the memory of that frantic drive, afraid that he wouldn’t reach John in time. The shock of John’s appearance, and all that blood; the worry that his contingency plan wouldn’t be good enough; having to help with the impromptu surgery in the morgue - it was all a nightmare that would haunt Finch for a long time.
Finch pondered the meeting arrangements. Having them come to the library was out of the question. McCall might have initially dismissed Finch as merely a talented hacker and John’s “tech support,” but without the distraction of the mission no doubt he would start to reconsider. Finch didn’t want McCall developing too many questions. He opted to take one of his secure laptaps and pick up McCall and his sidekick Kostmayer in the limo. The seating arrangements meant that they couldn’t get too close a look at whatever he brought up on his laptop. And their constant motion would prevent any observation or eavesdropping by a third party.
Mickey wasn’t sure why they were going to outside help. Granted they hadn’t turned up much on their own, but this Finch was still a relative unknown. He wasn’t sure what Robert expected Finch to do, but then Robert was a little desperate at this point as time was running out. The Agency would disavow Control if he was unavailable for too long.
He was surprised when the little man picked them up in a limo. After questioning Robert for a few more details about Control’s disappearance, he offered them the drinks and snacks in the minibar while he set to work. Mickey fidgeted, impatient for John’s little hacker friend to finish whatever it was he was doing. Robert sat calmly gazing out the window, not displaying any of the tension he must be feeling and ignoring Kostmayer completely. Mickey stilled himself when Finch looked up from his laptop, fixing Mickey with an inscrutable stare through his glasses. When he was satisfied that Mickey had been appropriately quelled, he turned back to typing rapidly on his laptop. Mickey tried to remain still and quiet; sometimes the little guy could be a bit…intimidating (not to mention slightly creepy).
A short time later Finch spoke “I believe you will find your missing colleague at the abandoned noodle factory. Estimate 7 men on site. I have sent the layout for the building to your Blackberry with current estimated positions of Control and his captors. I can update you when you are on site.”
McCall thanked Finch politely for his assistance, and began calling some of his other contacts to help with the rescue. Mickey was momentarily surprised by the quickness and thoroughness of the intel, but dismissed those thoughts as he began to mentally run through his weapons cache in order to decide which to bring to the party.