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Enemy of Mine Enemy
Reese left Carter and the diner behind, mind left reeling from the news she had given him. She…Kara Stanton, his old partner, it had to be. There was no other 'she' Snow could have counted on him to know. Honestly, it wasn't much of a surprise to him. He had been shot in the stomach and he'd still managed to get away from that accursed ghostly city before it burned. She very well could've have gotten away unscathed. Of all people, he should know that no one is truly dead until you see the lifeless body with your own eyes.
And Snow, Mark Snow, a captive, a puppet of Kara Stanton's? That didn't make any sense. The only way he could have been so completely lured like that was if he'd believed he was following Reese. Not to mention, the most surprising fact of all, Snow was reaching out to the very man he had come to New York to kill in the first place.
Who was to say he would help? Who was to say he would care? Part of him wanted to see Snow suffer, part of him wanted to see him burn for what he'd tried to do to him. However, another part of him reasoned that if whatever Stanton was planning had caused someone like Snow to risk his life to seek out Detective Carter and thereby ask John Reese for help, well, it was no trifling matter.
Neither was a bomb vest.
Besides, it wasn't just Snow who was in danger. When he helped find Kara Stanton, because he knew he would, it wouldn't be for Snow's sake. Snow was the danger, walking around innocent people with a bomb, putting lives in danger, and Stanton even more so. John had worked with her, knew her mind. Yes, he would find her, and this time she would stay dead. That was something Reese knew he and Snow could both agree on.
Reese heaved a great sigh as he walked through the library doors and smiled as Bear ran up to greet him, Finch watching him from his computer. Reese stared back. He suspected Finch had been listening in on his conversation with Carter.
"So, what're you going to do?" Finch wondered and Reese shook his head. "Remember, he tried to kill you—."
"This is bigger than any quarrel we have."
"Twice." Finch reminded him.
"A lot bigger." Reese said with a shrug and Finch shook his head. "Carter told me he called me 'our friend'."
"Some friend." Finch snorted and Reese nodded.
"At one point in time, sure." He replied.
"And now?" Finch continued. "What would you call him now?"
"Enemy of Mine Enemy."