Madrigal's Person Of Interest Recs:


Here are some of my favourite Person Of Interest stories.
Click on the author's name for the link to where the stories can be found on the net.

Warning: Description of the stories may contain spoilers.

Stories marked with this symbol    are highly recommended.

I'm happy to supply a copy of any story that has no link supplied by email on request.
This offer does not apply to stories marked "zine only".

These recs are sorted alphabetically by AUTHOR, then TITLE.

All stories are dated and the latest added to the site are marked  


AERYE: "Nourriture d'Amour."   
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John Reese/Harold Finch. 
John and Harold go out to dinner.

Eh. Next time, call in advance. Six tables, you understand? We cook for six tables! Tonight—tonight there is a cassoulet. We made it stretch. But Adrien smiled, gestured to one of the wait staff who brought over a basket. Croissants, no? And bread. For your morning. He nodded to John. "It has been my pleasure to meet Monsieur Harold's amoureux. He is a good man; it is good to see him happy."

A look of embarrassed horror crossed Harold's face. "No—no, Adrien, I'm afraid—"

"I'm afraid Harold is a bit—shy—about these things," John interjected smoothly.

Sweet little story.

AERYE: "Touch."  
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John Reese/Harold Finch.
John just wants to be touched by something that doesn't hurt.

At the time, it just seemed like the situation. Third number in thirty-six hours and they'd lost the guy in the middle, sure he'd been perp and not the victim, and John was tired—tired and already aching—and as he taken a quick shower and headed out the door with Harold's voice in his ear, all he could think was that he wanted to be touched by something that didn't hurt.

The third number was difficult to find, hiding under an alias, the target of a drug cartel—

(and why did drug dealers have to make things so goddamn complicated anyway, Reese muttered under his breath while he'd worked his way out of the cuffs and ropes and zip ties. "You just start with your basic business model—"

This isn't Harvard Business School, Harold said sternly in his ear.

"Well it isn't the goddamned Matrix either," he shot back, swearing as he ripped a nail almost down to the cuticle.)

Later he added "fond of knives" to his mental list of "things he didn't like about drug dealers," hissing as the blade slid along his rib, slicing him open deep enough to give him pause, and by the time he limped back to the library he felt like one giant bruise, everything hurting.

Nice language. Great characterisation. Lovely short story.

ASTOLAT: "The Three Graces: 01 A Temporary Immunity Or Exemption; A Reprieve and 02 A Disposition To Be Generous or Helpful; Goodwill."   
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John Reese/Harold Finch.
Two stories in the series The Three Graces which explore alternative exploration of Harold's wife Grace.

John said, "Harold's alive."

Grace didn't stare at him, or ask questions, or react very much at all. She folded her arms around herself and looked out of the window. After a minute, she said, "I wish you hadn't told me that."

It wasn't accusing, just sad; she sighed and dropped her arms and looked back at him. "I think I need some tea," she said. "Do you want some? Or a drink. You know, I think I want a drink." She turned and went to the small cut-glass and wood bar in the corner, an antique piece, and took out a small glass and a bottle of something.

"You already knew," John said, blankly.

Basically I would recommend anything by Astolat, who is one of my very favourite writers in any fandom.

ASTOLAT: "Bargain At The Price."   
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John Reese/Harold Finch.
John and Harold's latest number leads them to an unusual party.

"Yes," Harold said. "The Circean Society is a small and fairly obscure organization that was once murkily involved in city politics, but for the last few decades has done very little other than run the annual auction, which benefits AIDS charities. The auction and the subsequent private dinner is one of the very few events that Ms. Althorpe attends outside her home. She's gone every year since her college graduation."

"So we'll be crashing the party?" John said.

"In a manner of speaking," Harold said. "I've taken the liberty of hacking their fairly unsophisticated database to put you on the list of, shall we say, merchandise."

"What?" Reese said, blinking.

Harold wasn't above enjoying the situation. "The auction is for dinner companions," he said blandly. "Ms. Althorpe regularly purchases one for the evening."

"How am I supposed to get her to buy me?" John said.

Your basic BDSM scenario but well written and very funny.

ASTOLAT: "Concessions To Heat."  
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John Reese/Harold Finch.
The last few day of summer.

Finch looked considerably happier on that first early September day when the temperature never got above 70 degrees.

Another sweet short story by Astolat.

ASTOLAT: "Hamartia."   
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Root is after Lila and John and Harold scramble to save her. In the process they need to go undercover.

"We're not looking to make friends, Harold," John said. "We want our neighbors to classify us and then avoid us. Being the scandalous gay couple down the street is a good option."

This is my absolute favourite POI story by Astolat. Lots of plot. lots of humour as the guys are forced to deal with a young toddler, and lots of schmoop.

ASTOLAT: "Love And Marriage."   
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While trying to save a being set up romantically by a Jewish woman whose life he's saved, John pretends to be involved with Harold.

"Harold," John said, "are you asking me to marry you for your money?"

"Well, Mr. Reese," Harold said, "given how much of it you've spent already, I don't really see how you can complain."

Very funny story and my second favourite POI fanfic by Astolat.