The man in the suit

Joss Carter wouldn't give up so easily on finding the guy. He was, after all, a wanted man. Just because all his files were redacted by the feds, it didn't mean she wouldn't stop trying to bring him in and serve him justice. When the phone rang, she truly believed she was about to get him. Surprisingly enough, he had simply passed onto her the responsibility of closing the case of Theresa Whitaker.

She couldn't stop wondering what his motivations were, how come a man wanted for murder in many countries would be helping a supposedly murdered kid? What was his angle? What could he possibly get out of it? The girl only said he had helped her, but didn't give her more details.

The girl was street smart, and never gave her the information she so desperately needed, like a description or the man's name.


John watched her from afar. The detective seemed to have good intention, but she would only endanger his job and her own safety.

"I need to get Detective Carter a diversion. She's looking for me, Finch. Especially after we handled Theresa to her."

"She seems like a good detective, Mr. Reese. She is probably just doing her job to the best of her abilities. It is not her fault your past is so…"

"Complicated?" John smirked.

"Yes, let's put it that way."

"I can't decide if I like the nickname they gave me."

"The man in the Suit?" Mr. Finch asked with a curious smile.

"Why Harold, here you are observing me again.." John smiled.

"I told you, Mr. Reese, I have been watching you for a long time, now. Of course I would know about the nickname. Just like I know about that punching back you have installed downstairs."

"Are you bothered by it?"

"Not at all, so long as you don't start punching it while I am working on the machine."

"The bag is just to keep me entertained on the off chance we have no new numbers in a business day, Harold."

"The numbers never stop coming, Mr. Reese."

"Hence "the off chance", Finch."

"Detective Carter would get blindsided if you decided to change your outfits every once in a while, Mr. Reese. You have been using similar suits since the day I hired you."

"Pot, meet cattle." John signalized between them. "Your three-piece suits are all very similar to me as well, Finch."

"But it isn't me detective Carter nicknamed 'The man in the suit'."

"Yeah, whatever."

"I'm see you tomorrow, Man in the Suit."