Carter entered the dark room of her apartment and immediately removed her holster. It made a loud clank as it hit the hardwood table. She unconsciously breathed a deep sigh and walked into her living room. It had been a LONG day to say the least. Carter spent the majority of her day helping Finch locate a missing John before helping John rescue an undercover cop involved in a CIA drug ring. The more time she spent helping Finch and John, the more she realized things weren't quite so black and white when it came to law enforcement. Carter flashed back to John bursting out of the burning trunk exclaiming it was his "lucky day" because she was there to give him a ride. A smile formed on her face and she shook her head as she dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come.

John opened the door to the apartment Finch had rented for him while he was recovering from his encounter with Agent Snow. Usually, John preferred to stay in hotels because they had an internal security system and easy access to multiple exits, but tonight he was glad he had a private place to himself. He liked the idea that no one other than him had been in this place today and he wouldn't have to worry about the traffic in the hallways or noise from other rooms. John instinctively headed to the bathroom and removed his soot covered clothing. "There's $500 dollars down the drain," John said to himself. He stepped into the hot shower and washed the day off him.

Beep! The timer from the microwave brought Carter back to reality. She was so exhausted that she didn't bother cooking for herself aside from heating up a Lean Cuisine. Her son would be gone for the next few days on a school trip so she didn't have to worry about cooking for him. Carter sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. She picked at her Lean Cuisine and leaned back on the sofa to relax. Suddenly she was interrupted by a knock on her door. "Who the hell is knocking on my door at this hour?" she said. Bang, bang, bang, the noise came from her door once again. "I'm coming!" she practically yelled since she was somewhat annoyed that she was being disturbed. Carter opened the door fully aware her side arm was located within her reach should she need it. "John! What are you doing here?" she said. To say Carter was shocked to see John standing in her doorway was an understatement. John walked past her into the apartment and she closed the door behind him. "I need to know you trust me Carter," he said while looking deep into her eyes. "Did you come over here at this hour to ask me that question?" Carter replied with a puzzled look on her face. John simply repeated the question. "Do you trust me Carter?" Jos thought about the question for a minute. This man who she had been chasing for several months had saved her life. She didn't always agree with his business tactics, but she did trust the man. "Yes," Carter said softly. "I need to hear you say it," John replied. "Say what?" Carter asked. Her gut was starting to tell her that something was very wrong here. "That you trust me," John answered. Carter paused for a moment and then said, "Yes, I trust you." "Good," John said as he pulled out his 9 mm and shot her in the head.

Carter awoke with a jolt and she was fairly certain she screamed as she was coming out of the dream. "What the hell was that?" she said to herself. Sweat covered her entire body and she looked at the time on the TV to judge how long she'd been out. Apparently, she fell asleep somewhere before the end of David Letterman and it was now 3am. She got up of the couch and went to the bathroom to splash some cool water on her face. Why did she have a dream about John shooting her in the head? Suddenly, she remembered her earlier conversation with Agent Snow. Snow had told her "John has a tendency to use people, and then, well, discard them. I remember his old partner's funeral like it was yesterday. Good, pretty woman, like you. After he was done with her, not so much." Carter couldn't help wondering if Snow's words had caused her to subconsciously question her trust in John. She tried to put the thought out of her mind as she climbed into her bed and went back to sleep.