Head note: I had this type of idea forming in my head before prisoner's Dilemma. I am one of those people who try to theorize about future episodes based on the title and who is in it. As you can see it starts out as Prisoner's Dilemma, but it quickly deviates from that course.

Chapter One

Donnelly watched as Carter interrogated Clark, Watts, Holt, and finally Warren. Each one of them had a convincing story, and all of them seemed to check out. It didn't help that they each had three days to prepare their stories. Ample time to make them convincing enough. But Donnelly knew that eventually one of the stories would fall apart and the lie would be revealed. Odds were, the lie would belong to The Man in the Suit.

He looked at the man claiming to be John Warren. He appeared relaxed at first glance, but looking at him again he noticed that beneath his relaxed façade, his body was wound up as tight as a bowstring. Ready to move at an instant's notice should the situation demand it. Next he looked at the man claiming to be Devin Clark. He looked like a man trying to remain calm but he seemed really agitated. Then he looked at the man claiming to be Vincent Holt. The man reeked of violence. Every time Carter had walked into the interrogation room his jaw tightened and his fists clenched. Certainly a sociopath who needed to be taken down, but that didn't mean he was the man they were looking for.

Carter had broken Watts hours ago, getting him to reveal Brian Kelly as his real name. It seemed there was more than one liar they were holding. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. It had already been a long couple of days. The rest off the investigation was going to be even longer and mind stressing.

He looked at Carter. If he had been asked three days ago if he suspected Carter of helping the Man in the Suit, he would have laughed at the absurdity of the thought. But after the fingerprints went missing, he knew something was up. After all the inconclusive DNA might be because he had gotten the wrong guys, but missing fingerprints could not be explained away. He still wasn't sure, and he hoped he was jumping to the wrong conclusion, but he continued to watch as she interrogated them one by one. Don't make me arrest you, Carter. He thought to himself.

John was in his cell waiting to be called in for interrogation again. He knew Donnelly would not give up. He had spent ten months looking for the man in the suit and he would not allow him to slip through his grasp. But he couldn't help but respect him for it. Suddenly he heard a vibration. He quickly looked around before answering the phone.

"Finch?" He responded quietly.

"Mr. Reese a new number just came in." Finch said.

"I don't know why you are telling me this, Harold," he stated, "I'm not exactly in the best position to do anything."

"In this case you are the one who can do the most," Finch responded. "Our number is our mutual friend, Nicholas Donnelly."

John considered this information a bit before speaking again.

"Well, this should be fun."

"What's your plan, Mr. Reese?"

"I'll think of something." He said before hanging up.

He needed to warn him. That much was certain. But he couldn't just walk up to him. And Carter handled all the interrogations. Maybe if he said something interesting enough he would come and talk to him. But only one thing would interest him enough.

John was called into the interrogation room again. He sat across from Carter who was visibly worried.

"So, Mr. Warren," she began. But John interrupted before she could ask anything.

"Look I'm just going to come right out and say it. Cause if I don't, you're just going to break me anyway." He paused before continuing. "I'm the Man in the Suit."

Carter's eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, but before she could say anything, Donnelly burst through the door. Just as John suspected he would.

"Mr. Warren, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You there," He said pointing to one of the agents. "Take him away. I'll join you shortly."

As he passed a desk he stole a paperclip protruding from underneath papers and was led down a hall and to room he hadn't seen before. He could tell it was going to take while so he turned to the agent who had accompanied him.

"Have you ever met a CIA agent before?" he asked

"I am under orders not to speak to you." The agent said curtly.

"That's a shame," he replied. He fiddled with the paperclip trying to pick at the lock on his handcuffs. If this was going to work he had to talk to Donnelly alone

"Did you know that most law enforcement officers make the same mistakes as everybody else?" John asked.

"I don't care." The agent said hotly.

"Well, you should care." John said "Because you just made mistake number one."

With that he dropped the handcuffs and knocked the agent to the ground.

"Just a tip," He said to the unconscious guard. "Next time you have to transport a prisoner make sure he doesn't steal anything like a paperclip or anything else that can be used to pick locks." John knelt down to make sure he was alive. Once he was certain, he took the handcuffs that were on him and put them on the agent. The door opened and Donnelly stopped in his tracks. Blood drained from his face as he realized what John had done.

"Hello Nick," John said calmly. "Sorry about the mess, but I had to talk to you alone."

"What is this? How do you know my name?" Donnelly demanded.

"Look Nick, I didn't bring you down here to talk about me. The fact is, you're in danger."

"What are you talking about?" He demanded.

"Someone wants to kill you." He stated as matter-of-factly as he could. "Unless, you are the one trying to kill someone. Are you trying to kill someone?" John asked.

"What no! Why would I kill anyone?"

"Well if you're not trying to kill someone, then someone wants you dead."

"I don't believe this," Donnelly sighed. "The only reason you confessed was so you could threaten me?" He made his way for the door. John grabbed his arm stopping him.

"All I ask from you is to give me 48 hours to assess the threat and take care of it."

Donnelly scoffed and shook himself free from John's grip.

"Is that your hidden agenda?" He asked. "Let you go and give you two days to fall back off the grid so that I never catch another glimpse of you? I don't think so." He scowled at John for a moment. Then John watched as Donnelly walked out of the room.

e...Some of you might be worried about how Donnelly never said "You have the right to an attourney...etc." I just didn't find it necesarry to quote the entire miranda rights.