Ha! Another one! I shall say nothing else until the end of this chapter :D! Thank you Gumbycan!

Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Mark Snow, OOC's.

Pairing: None

Status: Incomplete

Notes: Enjoy!

~POI~

"Were you able to catch him?"

"No, sir. John Reese is still on the loose."

"How close were you able to get him Agent Snow?"

"We don't know, Sir. We did have a couple of leads -"

"I don't want your excuses. I want results. If you can't catch him, I will assign someone else. Take the gloves off."

"Yes, Sir."

Mark Snow nearly threw his cell at the wall. Over nine months looking for John Reese and they still were no closer than the time they nearly caught him at the parking structure. The more time John Reese was on the loose, the more time other people would be able to catch him. Now they were getting frustrated, especially now that FBI Agent Donnelly was looking into it and if Donnelly caught John there was no telling what secrets he could tell; the Agency would be in ruins.

But now it is time to take the gloves off, he was given permission to do whatever possible to get him and that is exactly what Mark Snow is going to do. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

He thought of ways to take him out. But with each idea came a different outcome that did not satisfy him. No. He needed him to give himself up completely. Willingly. Mark knew John was working for somebody, but even said person was more private and impossible to track.

He thought of using someone. But who? Who could he use that would make John give himself up?

He couldn't go back to Carter. John probably puts some distance between him and Carter. She said she hasn't heard of him ever since the shootout at the parking structure.

His ex-girlfriend? No, she was dead.

His friends think he's dead; or said friends are already dead. And it would be a waste of resources just to find them.

John has no siblings. Basically an only child who only wanted to follow in his father's footsteps

His parents – Wait. His parents! Last time he checked they were alive. John hadn't send anything to them since the time he had joined the CIA. They didn't know whether John was dead or alive.

Perfect.

He called Evans, They were going on a trip to Puyallup, Washington.

~POI~

"Morning, Finch." Reese greeted his boss.

"Good Morning, Mr. Reese. A bit early today, aren't we?" he hung up his jacket.

"Just wanted to impress the boss."

"Assuming, because there is no picture up, the Machine hasn't given us a Number today Mr. Reese; I think it is safe to say that you may have the day off."

Now that Reese knew how the Machine got the 'numbers', the ex-operative was also receiving them. Something that Finch wanted to keep it a secret a little while longer, but given the circumstances of his kidnapping, the Machine was given no choice but give Reese the 'numbers'.

Now, seeing nothing on the glass and the monitors black, it would have been the assumption of no numbers and a day off. This would be his the third day this week.

Not that he is complaining. It would be a good time to catch up on some of his reading, check up on his financials, and make an alias or two. Yep, good thing no one was planning anything today.

Reese on the other hand, not so much. An active man by nature, he needed to do something. The last thing he needed to be was bored, and that could lead to Reese doing embarrassing things, embarrassing things that would require Finch to miraculously to delete any evidence whatsoever. So no. This would not do.

He could stay in the Library and get another book. Then again, Finch might lock him inside the Library. So that's a no.

A walk? Hmm, why not? He hadn't enjoyed a good walk for a good time. Better than his usual fast pace walk in regarding a number. A nice slow walk in the park would do well for him. Maybe even read there too. That is if Finch let him take one of his precious books out.

"Finch can I borrow one of your books?"

~POI~

Two hours had passed by when a Number came up. That was weird, when a Number came up it was usually early in the morning, or very late at night. Even more unusual was that there were two Numbers, not one.

He typed the numbers, thinking of two would want to make a heist on some corporate building hoping to win the lottery. He went to grab a book in the meantime while the Machine got the information. It shouldn't last long, probably a minute, two if their digital records weren't that frequently updated; in which the Machine would have to dig deeper into them.

Coming back with a book in hand, Finch thought of getting everything in order for their 'numbers', that way Reese would only have go and stop the crime; like usual. Looking over at his monitors he expected two young adults with mean looks, not two elderly people with an eerily familiar.

Wait, for starters these Numbers aren't from New York, so why would the Machine send him 'numbers' from Washington?

Another thing Finch noticed was the resemblance, they looked at lot like Reese! He quickly looked at their names; Margaret and Jacob H. Williams. Another look and the resemblance between the trio was uncanny. Another way to confirm was to look into Reese's files. He quickly pulled out Reese's files, the ones before CIA, it was a short read but his fears were confirmed.

Margaret Williams and Jacob Henry Williams were the parents of John Henry Williams, Or as he mostly known John Reese. The Machine now sees Reese as an Admin like himself, so sending their SSNs would have been sent straight to him, even past the code Finch made to make sure only to receive New York 'numbers'. But who could want to harm them? Nobody knew Reese's real name; well nobody except the CIA.

Then it dawned on him, the CIA knew Reese was alive, and Snow is still after him. They must thought of getting to them in an attempt to capture him. He needed to call Reese and let him know about this so he could send him quickly to Washington, to keep his parents safe.

Finch quickly called him and after the third ring the ex-op answered.

"Miss me already Finch?"

"Mr. Reese we've got numbers." he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Numbers?"

"Yes, but who fast can you come to the Library?"

"About 5 minutes. Finch what is going on?"

"Just get here. You would want to see this for yourself."

"Alright, be there in 5."

Finch quickly got whatever information he had on Reese's parents. Posting on the glass, he quickly began planning ways to get them to safety and out of Snow's reach.

~POI~

Reese walked back to the Library, in his fast-stalker pace. For Finch to say something like this, it must be important. That made him nervous. Even more so that it was more than one Number.

Arriving he can already see Finch looking at the information regarding their current Numbers. But the look on Finch's face was grim. What could it be that made Finch look like this, and Reese come running back?

"Who's numbers have come up Finch?"

"Two numbers, Mr. Reese, and you know them too well." Finch pointed at the pictures, and sat down behind the monitors.

Reese looked at the pictures, and a chill ran down his spine. He looked at Finch, hoping that this would be a mistake, a flaw in the Machine that Finch overlooked. As if hearing his plea, Finch shook his head, This was real. Their numbers were up.

Reese looked at the pictures. Who could go after them? What would anyone want withh them?

"I used to send them letters." Reese started, "Once a month. Once in a while my Mom would send me a care package with some of my favorite sweets."

"Did you ever tell them that you were joining the CIA?"

"No. Never told them anything, I stopped sending letters as soon as I joined."

"So they didn't know whether you were dead or alive."

"No, but how do-" Reese looked at Finch. He mentally kicked himself for not sending anything to them in regarding the CIA. Not doing so, Reese gave the CIA the perfect prey. "How could I have been so stupid!" he yelled.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, John. You didn't know that Agent Snow would go after them. It seems that the CIA is getting desperate in your capture."

"How -"

"You can ask me later, John. Now pack your bags and meet me at the airport. You're going home John." Finch said. If they both were right in their suspicions then time was of the essence .

Reese left without a second glance.

~POI~

I had this idea for a couple of months. Thinking if a Number came up and it happened to be Reese's parents. *coughTumblrcough* And Yes, I like to believe his middle name is Henry. It suits him.

Anyways…. Please R&R!