Helena Beat (Foster the People)
It was a slow day at the train station - Harold, for a surprise for his normally serious demeanor was chuckling at the computer screen. Root, who was trying to lie low from Samaritan's eyes had to spend the day indoors and was bored - decided to pay Harold a visit, and hopefully get to meet Shaw as well. The Machine wasn't talking to her much these days and she couldn't take the loneliness any further.
"What so funny Harry?" Root began, strolling casually into the old train car, seeing Shaw's disgruntled face on the screen.
"Mr. Reese is still injured, so Ms. Shaw volunteered to take care of today's number - only that she didn't quite know what she was signing herself up for." Harold smirked, pointing to the photograph stuck on the glass board. It was a Mrs. Edith Watson - a rather haggard old lady - and Root had to smile at that. Poor Shaw indeed.
"Mrs. Watson is rather feisty grandmother - and a rather surprising match for Ms. Shaw." Harold grinned, pointing towards the screen, while Root picked up an earpiece to listen in on the conversation.
"Where's my regular caretaker? I liked old Kate" the old lady yelled in her hoarse voice as poor Shaw did her best to help her into her wheelchair.
"Kate's sick Mrs. Watson, now calm down and let me help you."
"I don't need your help you sassy witch. Go back to your yuppies and leave me alone." the old lady screeched and Shaw looked ready to strangle her.
"I could shut you up with two fingers you know." Shaw grumbled at the old lady.
"I could shut you up with one." The old lady yelled back - and proceeded to give Shaw the finger. At that, Shaw looked truly defeated.
The sight of Shaw about 90% done with dealing with the old lady was hilarious, and Harold and Root couldn't help but laugh at that. Harold laughed a light laugh, filled with mirth and glee. Root - on the other hand, was a rather shy laugher - covering about half her face in her palms and laughing with a muffled sound.
"I'm pretty sure she's our perpetrator Finch." Shaw groaned, helping the old lady into her chair - making Root laugh more.
"I did not think old women are that feisty." Shaw recalled, surprised that the old lady had managed to make her sprain her hand. It had been a long day of helping Mrs. Watson and saving her from the nurse who had been bribed to kill her.
"Damn lady didn't even thank me for saving her life. She just yelled at me to get a better job." Shaw scowled, testing her hand as she sat down on the bench at the underground train station.
Root managed some ice for Shaw's hand - sitting down next to her and handing over the ice and half leaning into Shaw.
"I can't believe you didn't kill her." Root smiled, still feeling the humour of the day in her bones.
"I can't believe it either." Shaw grunted, taking the ice and nursing her right hand. The two were silent for a minute when Shaw remembered all the things the old lady had done that day.
"I can't believe she flipped me off!" Shaw groaned - and at that Root burst into laughter again and this time - she buried her face in Shaw's side, laughing into her.
"She's someone's grandma!" Shaw smiled, feeling a bit lighter seeing Root laugh.