This will probably have another chapter covering what happens next. This is more just to fill my personal void while I wait for the next episode. Hope it isn't too sappy. I kind of rushed it so…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Have fun with Reese and Finch Johnny Nolan.

What Reese saw:

Walking up the stairs to his car Reese wanted to feel that sigh of relief. That moment of eased tension was all he could allow himself after a job well done but something wouldn't let him. His shoulders remained taut and the back of his neck prickled as he stepped off the stairs onto the top floor of the parking structure. He heard the car coming but after nearly attacking a delivery guy on a motorbike earlier that day he told himself it was just somebody parking their car and kept walking. But as the car came closer he turned to look knowing somewhere in his gut that what he saw would not be good.

Then he saw them get out of the car. The sight of both of them was like being thrown into a tub of cold water. On the left was Detective Carter. At His first thought was 'Damn now she knows what I look like.' But then he saw that worried uncertain expression and then he saw who she was with. Mark.

'She sold me out' he realized but seeing Mark he could only sigh.

'Of course…' He wasn't afraid. This would only end in blood and considering he didn't have a high power gun in his hands at the moment the blood would probably be his. He stood tense and ready

As all these thoughts flew through his head in moments.

"John," Mark called with a friendly smile that didn't reach his eyes. John didn't bother smiling back.

"Mark."

"Glad to see you're still alive" Mark told him

"I bet you are" John told him. The lies were thrown around with ease of long practice.

"I'm surprised you ended up in New York City…thought you'd get yourself a cabin in the woods somewhere…Montana maybe" John glanced over at Carter. 'Ah they must have told her about Claire.' Glancing at her for a moment longer he sighed again, 'well not everything about Claire…just enough to make her believe she was doing the right thing…' Then it was back to business.

"What to do you want Mark?"

"It's time to come home John…the slates been wiped clean." John almost went to shake his head, Mark's words only affirmed how completely fucked he was but he simply stated the obvious:

"You know that will never happen"

Then a shot fired and before his brain had time to compute he felt a searing pain in his stomach as gravity threw him down. He didn't think now he just reacted. He shot a few bullets from his hand gun. He had enough presence of mind to aim at Mark. Another bullet went into his leg and something in his brain worked enough to shoot out the headlights of the car. Once the lights were out he was on his feet and running as fast as he could. Adrenaline was a beautiful thing but it wouldn't last long. The moment the door shut to the staircase and he knew he couldn't be seen through the door it all drained out of him. The long climb down seemed like an eternity and his vision was already going a little hazy. He didn't have long so he dialed the one number that mattered.

What Finch saw:

"He just called…I know where he's gonna be" Carter's voice was soft through the mike of the doll on Fusco's desk but the moment the words entered his ear Finch could feel his heart stop. A million expletives came to mind and none seemed to fully express this betrayal. Reese was walking into a trap. A glance at his watch and the color drained from his face. At this point he was probably already in it.

Getting to his feet he made his way to his car cursing his body for its lack of speed. He immediately dialed Reese's phone wishing for but not expecting an answer. His stomach sank as the automated voicemail message began to chirp in his ear.

He was halfway down the stairs as the polite voice told him to leave a message. He hung up and dialed again. By the time it hit his voicemail again he was in the garage headed for his car. Throwing the door open he heaved himself into the car and had a moment of frustrating awkwardness as he had to rearrange himself. Unlike Reese who could probably jump off a moving car in seconds it took him minutes just to get into one. Hooking up the Bluetooth as he started the car, tires squealed as he pealed out of the driveway. He was on his fifth or sixth phone call and the voicemail was becoming increasingly infuriating to him.

In his mind he could recall earlier that day when he saw a man burned up in an explosion which he should have stopped. It took a moment to regain his senses but when he did it was Reese in his ear lacking his usual composure and calling him Harold. It was comforting to know in this instance he was not alone in his panic. He had shown up minutes later hauling Harold to his feet and leading him away from the scene.

Before Reese has shown up he had just sat there. He had tried many times to handle these cases on his own and he had seen people killed because he wasn't good enough. Now he had a partner. A partner. Even the word had taken getting used to but now Finch had become almost accustomed to it. He liked having a partner. He liked having somebody else in the world who knew. Maybe he didn't know the whole story but he knew enough. He looked at Finch as something more than a sad cripple.

Now the sound of his phone ringing was the sweetest tune he had ever heard.

"Harold?"

"John, I've been trying to call you" he told him.

"Yeah…Been kind of busy." Harold almost shook his head at the man's vague response.

"Where are you?"

"The Parking structure…It's not looking good." Harold's stomach dropped and his foot dug into the accelerator.

"Carter sold you out. They got to her." He wanted to accuse the man, tell him this was the backlash from all the reckless choices he made.

"Yeah they're clever like that" the words were breathed out with quiet resignation. John did not normally do resignation. Harold watched his speedometer pass 70 and decided cops could chase all the way to the parking garage if they wanted to pull him over.

"I just wanted to say thank you Harold… for giving me a second chance." Reese told him and Finch did not like the way he said it. Like last words.

Harold didn't have room for friends in his life. He didn't want or need them. But somehow John had come closer to it than anybody in a long time. And it surprised Harold how upsetting life would be alone again. Their mission, their shared knowledge, losing that would be unacceptable. And now this man. This stupid, reckless, incredible man was probably going to die in a parking garage if Harold could get there in time.

"It's not over yet John, I'm almost there just get to the ground floor." Harold knew what pain sounded like. It was a very familiar sound to him and Reese's response sounded like it was squeezed out through a brick wall of it.

"No…you stay away...Don't risk it" And of course John and his infuriating nature…He seemed to think martyr was his best option. Harold bit his lip and didn't answer. He thought running a red light was his best answer. Neither of them spoke but as he bounced the car into park squealing tires ringing loud in the silence he didn't even stop to look at the haggard form staggering out of the door. He just got out of the car as quick as he could to get to John. On closer inspection he saw the shot to the gut and he felt his own stomach drop a little further. He didn't know much first aid but he knew there were plenty of important bits in there that work much better without lead. Reese reached out for support and he did his best to hold up the stronger man. Then he heard the door open and familiar voice rang out.

"Hold it!" he didn't know what else to do. So he froze.

What Carter saw:

The moment the shots rang out Carter realized the CIA man had lied to her. She just didn't know how much was a lie. The man in the suit…no…his name was John apparently…When she saw John get shot in the stomach she flinched a little. And when they shot him in the leg she realized that she had just led a man to his slaughter. And when he vanished she knew where she needed to be.

The stairs were his only way out so she went and tried not to think about all the blood he had left on the stairs. She still wanted an answer from him. She wanted to know if he had really murdered all those people. In her experience with this man she had seen a lot of broken bones and more than a few people shot in the kneecaps but she hadn't seen anybody killed by him. She had reached the bottom floor and opened the door. Seeing John and another man she aimed first before yelling

"Hold it!" They both froze looking back at her. Seeing the little man from that burglar gang case was a shock but what threw her even more was how tightly he held onto John supporting him and staring at her in fear.

"You," was all she could say as John looked back at her. He looked pale and sweaty but his expression was something she couldn't name. Looking at the two of them she knew what she had to do. A quick glance to confirm the CIA guys hadn't shown up yet and she holstered her gun.

"Get him out of here, come on." She came over and took John's other arm and the little man let go. But he took a moment to grip John's arm before running into the front seat.

Carter tried to be gentle putting the man into the car. But when she looked at him she saw no anger or blame. He just looked…sad. But they were taking too long so she told the little man to go and shut the door watching the car speed off into the night. After they had gotten back on the road she stood for a moment before taking her gun back out.

Mark and his big black SUV came squealing out the garage screeching to a stop for a moment to yell.

"Did you see him?" Carter stared for a moment and prayed this would not come back to haunt her.

"I saw a car go that way!" she said pointing the opposite direction. The man nodded and the car zoomed away out of sight.

There will very likely be another chapter. Got a bit sappy in this one…sorry.