Okay instead of focusing on my 'The Dancer' fic, this plot bunny named Snow came along and put this in my head. (Yes, I name all of my plot bunnies.) Takes place after Matsya Nyaya.

Person of Interest does not belong to me.

Enjoy

~POI~

"The problem of being a bad guy, there is always someone worse" Reese told Finch. He took down Tommy Clay's picture harshly.

Their last number reminded him much of his last mission with the CIA.

But unlike Tommy, they were ordered to kill. Tommy did it for the money; he had a choice from killing his partners.

Kara and he had no choice. They were both ordered to kill each other. They didn't do it for the money; they did it out of loyalty to the CIA, out of orders.

Reese remembered the first time he met Kara.

At first she was harsh at him. She lectured him on starting to drink on the job and being behind enemy lines. When she asked him about Jessica, he denied. He didn't want her to be involved in this. She was safe, out of harm's way. Not with him, he thought. When she showed him the picture at the airport, his heart stopped.

'How did they know?' he thought.

"We know about eh ex-girlfriend." She said, sternly. "Like I said, you never go back".

He looked at the picture once more. He thought it was a good idea to push Jessica away. This was no life for her. If he had asked her to wait for him, she would have been in constant danger because of him.

His thoughts were interrupted when two men came to the room. The three chatted like they were friends. But before he would question them any further, Stanton killed them.

"I need you to dispose of this, and them" she motioned the two men on the floor. "We didn't even question them" he told her. Shocked that such thing had happened right before his eyes.

"We don't have time for question. Only answers" she told him. That's all the time they had for; answers.

"How?" he asked. "Anonymous source," she said, "very reliable. You need to know this was right. So I'll tell you once last time, before it gets complicated: This is right. The threat is real. No teeth, no fingerprints."

She warned him that once he was in, there was no going back. He had no family, no friends. If they saw him, he won't know them. Their lives would be put in danger if he even spoke to them.

So to put them out of harm's way, they made it seem that he was dead. Dead to his family. Dead to his friends. Dead to anyone but her.

Jessica.

The one person he couldn't be dead to. Stanton even knew about her, told him to forget about her, to leave her be. But he couldn't. He couldn't because he loved her too much. Loved her too much to be dead to her, when he was dead to everyone, but he was still very much alive.

But now in this job, they would be walking in the dark. So his moments with her will have to be miniscule.

Stanton looked at him once more, and smiled. "I got it" she said, proudly, "You'll be 'Reese'." With that she left him with the task of disposing the bodies.

'Reese' will be his new name. A new name, for a new man with a new life. Reese took his suit jacket, and bowtie off, and unbuttoned his hand cuffs and the top two buttons on shirt.

'Reese' he thought. He kind of like the sound of that.

His memories were interrupted by Finch.

"Get some rest, . I'll call you when the next number comes" he said from behind his monitors.

He looked at Finch. He, unlike the CIA, has not lied to him. True it has been hard to trust the man who was paranoid. But he didn't give him a reason to doubt him. Hell, he even risked his own safety just to get away from Snow, and getting him patched up!

"Alright. See ya, Finch." He left the library, and off to city.

~POI~

Alight, I shall leave it here. I am currently writing the other part of this story, as we speak, so it might be on either today or tomorrow.

As always R&R please!