Hello my lovelies! Long time no update, but I hope to rectify that with this one and the last few chapters left.

Big thanks to Maddsgirl75 for being an awesome beta!

~POI~

Before Rosalyn could turn to greet Reese's boss, she heard a voice she had thought long to be dead. She was frozen to the spot to see the man she had thought to be a father-figure to her since childhood.

"Hello, Kookie," the man said, "Look how much you've grown."

Harold Wren was alive.

~POI~

Rosalyn couldn't believe her eyes. The man whom she'd spent her early years of childhood, and many summers with, was there. Alive. Her eyes started to water, and her vision became blurry. She turned to look, thinking that it was just a ghost, a figment of her imagination, but when the man was still there, she stood up. She placed her hands in her face, tears were running were running down it. Not being able to just stand there anymore, she ran to Finch. "You eccentric, egoistic uncle of mine; how I've missed you!" She said as she hugged her uncle tightly.

Finch thought that Rosalyn would demand an explanation right then and there, not be running towards him. He braced himself, and gladly took Rosalyn in his arms. He closed his eyes, and hugged his niece tightly as he felt a tear threatening to fall. When he felt her shaking, he let it fall. When she called him, he couldn't help but give a small laugh. "I've missed you too, Kookie." He said, as he gently rubbed her back.

When Reese saw Rosalyn run towards his boss, he stepped away from Finch. Letting them enjoy their little reunion in whatever privacy he could give them. He saw Finch's eyes close as tears threatened to fall. All of Finch's barriers were down. Reese didn't see the reclusive, billionaire he knew as his boss in front of him. He saw Rosalyn's Finch; a gentle, humble, loving man, who just had been named 'eccentric and egoistic', by Rosalyn.

He heard a door open. He turned towards the sound, only to see Carter and Taylor come out. When Carter saw Reese, she opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when Reese placed a finger over his lips, asking for silence. She gave him a questioning look, Reese tilted his head towards Finch and Rosalyn, still hugging tightly. When she saw them together, she looked at Reese. He strode towards them. "Let's give them some privacy. I'll explain everything outside." Carter nodded. She told Taylor to go with Reese, while she picked up Delilah, who was oblivious to the people around her, since she was too busy playing with her doll.

Once they all came out, Carter showed them a little table where they could all sit down. Taylor took his cell phone out to distract himself a bit, while his mother turned to Reese. "Want to tell me what this is all about?" she asked him.

"That depends on what you mean, Detective. There are a lot of things going on, so you're going to have to be more specific." He smiled, he knew what she was asking, but he wanted her to say it.

She rolled her eyes at him. Typical. She thought and then looked at Delilah, who smiled at her. Smiling back she asked. "Why was he hugging her?" It wasn't the first question in mind, but it was one of the main ones she wanted to ask.

"From what I know, he's her uncle." He replied.

"Uncle?" Him? The man with glasses, and the awkward limp, was Rosalyn's uncle? They looked nothing alike!

"Yep. Apparently, her father and Harold were best friends. He was there all her life." Reese explained.

Hearing Reese's voice, Delilah turned to him. She looked to Carter, then to Reese again. She stretched her arm out. When Reese didn't do anything, she did it again. Reese, once again didn't do anything, looked at the detective. Frustrated, Delilah looked to Carter, banging the table, pleading to explain things to this strange man in front of her who refused to do what she asked. Carter giggled, looking at Reese, who gave her a confused look. "She wants you to put your hand against hers," the woman explained.

Delilah, determined to get Reese to do what she wanted him to do, stretched her arm out. Reese, now knowing what the little one wanted, did the same. When their hands touched, the baby stared for a few seconds, before turning to Carter, smiling. Carter, smiling at the baby, encouraged her. "That's right, Betty Boop, he's a friend". Delilah squealed in delight as she jumped from Carter's lap, her hand never parting from Reese's hand. Reese gave a short laugh at the baby's antics. He looked to Carter, hoping that she would explain the baby's actions.

"It's her special way of saying 'hello' and that you've been approved by her." She smiled.

Reese tried his hardest not to laugh. He's just been approved by a baby. Well, isn't that nice of her? Delilah then tried to get Taylor's attention to her little victory of having a new friend. Joss told her son to pay attention at the baby. Taylor looked at Reese and Delilah's hands and laughed, further encouraging the baby. Once the baby was satisfied she put her hand down, and resumed the important task of playing with her toys. Taylor, once bored from his cell phone, grabbed Delilah from his mother, placed her on the table, and started playing with her.

Once Delilah was being entertained by her son, Carter turned to the man in front of her. "Her father and your friend?" She asked.

Reese nodded, looking at the room they have come out from.

"So how come he's barely seeing her now?"

"It's a bit complicated. I think he should explain that to you, it's not really my story to tell."

"So you decided to have them see each other again?"

"He has that opportunity, Carter. I don't. By the looks of it, it's a good thing." He said coldly.

Joss looked down. She must have crossed a line there, judging by the sound of his voice.

Reese, realizing how he must have sounded, apologized. Joss dismissed it, not really blaming him for that. The CIA must have made sure he didn't have a family to go back to.

~POI~

They stayed in the embrace for a few minutes, both very much afraid that all of this was an illusion, a mere figment of their imagination, or a dream that they were both afraid to wake up from. When they parted, they realized that this was very much real. Finch wiped the tears of his niece's eyes. "Look how much you've grown" he told her. "It's been nearly three years, Uncle." She reminded him.

"Yes." He looked down, taking a deep breath before looking at her.

"Uncle, what happened?" She asked. There was no emotion in her voice. Just as he had suspected there wouldn't be. A sign of her hidden anger for the reclusive man.

"Let's sit down, Kookie," he suggested. Rosalyn got a chair from across the room and placed it in front of the chair she'd been sitting on earlier. When they both sat, Finch thought of ways of explaining things to her in a place like this. He didn't want her to know about the Machine. It's not that he didn't trust her; it's just that he didn't want her to be in danger because of him.

"A lot has happened since I 'died'. But please believe me, Isolde, I was only thinking of your safety," he started. Just as he suspected, he saw anger in Rosalyn's eyes.

"I can only tell you so much here, and only so much in private. You have to understand, what I cannot tell you is only for your safety, and the safely of your brother and daughter." Rosalyn nodded, urging the man to continue. Finch didn't want to though, not right now anyways. Right now he wanted to know what she was doing. Even though he could get all of this information out a few keystrokes, he wanted to know from his niece, from her view of things.

"A lot has happened since you 'died'. After you were gone, Mom thought I wouldn't want to come to New York because it was going to bring some memories. So she tried to get me back into modeling." Finch looked at her, he knew Alejandra would want Rosalyn to get back into modeling, but didn't think she would use his 'death' to do so.

"What about your brother?" He asked. He didn't bother hiding the fact that he knew everything, Rosalyn would figure it out anyways, and he planned on telling her as much as he could.

"He's with me. Dad and I decided that I would be his legal guardian, but made it seem that he's living with me because they let him. We didn't want Dad to look bad at his work. Having a gay son is already frowned upon by many people, just think about him being disowned?"

Smart man. And smart girl, he thought. "It was good thinking. You're father was a very accepting man. I'm surprised that he even let that happen."

"It was either fight Mom for disowning her son, and have him being ridiculed, or let him come with me to New York, where he is away from Mom. She didn't physically abuse him, but she did make him feel bad. To Mom, he really wasn't the 'camera' material," she said.

"So you came here, just as you've always wanted to." He said, with a smile. He remembered when he asked what she wanted to do once she was out of high school. One of them was to move to New York, and study there.

"Yep. Can you explain why you disappeared?" She asked him. Finch looked at his watch. 11:40 pm, it was late and they would probably be asked to go out.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked.

"No. I'll be at home all day, since Kenny is staying at a friend's house tonight and most of tomorrow." She said. He didn't need to voice it, she knew he would be coming tomorrow, and would want to have as much privacy as possible.

"I'll explain it better tomorrow. It's been a long night, and I'm sure you need your rest."

"Alright."

"You were amazing, Isolde. Couldn't be any more proud of you." He smiled at her.

"Thank You, Uncle. Are you sure you're not saying it because you're my uncle?" She hugged the older man. She was still angry at him, but she was happy with the fact that her uncle was still alive after all this time. Finch laughed, it seems things had not changed much with her.

~POI~

"You were great out there Carter." Reese commented.

"Thanks." She smiled at him.

"Though, I have to say. I never knew you had a tattoo."

"Thought you knew everything about me."

"Not everything is on computer, you know. Though I have to say, your costume and accessories really compliment it."

"How do you know about costumes and accessories?" Carter couldn't help but laugh. Troy is the only man she knew who was a belly dancer, but John? The only way to know about this was if he danced. The mere thought of John belly dancing was proving to be a bit too much for her.

Reese must have read her thought, "I know, because I used to travel around for work, and sometimes I used to see people dancing. Learned a thing or two about putting the accessories with the right costume, just by observing," he quickly added. He had a reputation to keep up; he wouldn't let it crumble over the thought of doing this type of dance, thank you very much.

Joss laughed. Even though he'd explained, she couldn't help but think of him, in large pants, a coin sash around his hips, pretty makeup on to enhance his eyes, possibly a small braid, and swaying and shaking his hips. Reese just shook his head.

Both were interrupted by Taylor's cry for help. Obviously Delilah thought it was funny to pull on the young man's hair. Taylor tried to get her hands off and tell her no, but the baby persisted to the point of Taylor needing his mother's aid.

Carter gently got the baby's hands off of her son then he in turn rubbed the pain away. The baby reached for Taylor's hair, but unfortunately she couldn't reach him. Failing to grab his hair Delilah soon turned her attention to Reese. Before Carter had a proper hold on the baby, Delilah reached for Reese, nearly falling on the process. Reese quickly got her, and gently placed her on his lap.

"Delilah!" Carter scolded, "Don't do that again!" She let out a breath. This baby moves quickly! Delilah ignored Joss scolding; she was too busy looking at Reese. This man really intrigued the baby. They stared at each other for a while. She got up from Reese's lap and placed her small hands on his face. Her hands gently roamed his face, as gentle as a year old could be, never once poking him.

Reese just let the baby do whatever she wanted. He didn't really know how to stop a baby from doing such things. When the baby was satisfied from touching this strange man's face, she sat back down. Just like her mother, the baby also intrigued him. Like mother, like daughter, he guessed. Speaking of the mother.

"How do you know the baby's mother?" He asked, as soon as the baby sat back down on his lap. Carter tried not to laugh at the scene before her.

"We met on a case. It was of a park murder. We found a woman's body, but with little to no evidence. We weren't able to find the murderer, and the case had taken a long time. It was starting to become a cold case, with very little to go on. So we were starting to wrap it up, when she came in one day. She said she could help even though she knew nothing about the case." She breathed for a moment. Remembering the day they first met as if it was yesterday. "At first I thought she was bluffing. She said that she had a special ability that could help with the case. I didn't want to deal with her since I thought it would just be a waste of time. She insisted on letting her help, so I took a chance and I did.

"We didn't give her any information about the case; we wanted to know what she knew. Once she told me what she knew, which wasn't much, I gave her photos of the crime scene."

"Photos?" Reese interrupted.

"Yeah. She said something about contaminating her thoughts. So I gave her the photos. When her fingers touched the photos, she spaced off, as if she was remembering the event. It was kind of scary, the way she looked. Then little by little she began telling us. Some of the stuff we knew, but other things… We were amazed, but some of us were still skeptical. I'll admit I was too, but when she told us about the murderer, and where to find him, we were really suspicious. I mean, she couldn't know this stuff, unless she was there."

Reese nodded in understanding. To be honest he was also skeptical.

"I started to question her about the case. Even though she said she didn't know anything about it, I still didn't believe her. So when we got the guy, everyone was surprised- even the murderer, but a lot of us still had doubts about her. So she proved herself again in a couple more cases, until everyone realized that she did have a special ability. Now we go to her as a last resort. If we can't find anything, and have already exhausted our resources."

"I see." Reese nodded in understanding. So that's how they met. Reese looked at the dressing room door once again, and wondered how Finch and Rosalyn were doing. Carter follows his gaze, her thoughts wondering again to another question.

"So how do you know Rosalyn?" She asked. She told him how they met; now it was his turn.

"We met on the subway. Couple of thugs decided to try and have some fun with her. I intervened," he said, smiling at her. He wouldn't tell her the full story, after all Rosalyn must have told her about it.

Carter rolled her eyes, "Rosalyn told me about it." Of course she did.

Before they could continue on, the door opened and Finch and Rosalyn walked out of the room. Both of their eyes were puffy, Rosalyn's more than Finch's. Carter walked towards them, saying that she will get her bag ready now that most of her clothes are already folded and ready to be put away. Agreeing, Rosalyn walked to Reese, who had Delilah on his lap. Finch saw Delilah with Reese and smiled. Reese smiled at Finch in return and shrugged his shoulders. Delilah was now fast asleep.

Rosalyn picked up Delilah, smiled at Reese mouthing a 'thank you', and turned to Finch.

"Your little girl?" Finch asked, knowing full well that Delilah was Rosalyn's daughter.

"Yes" she answered, smiling at Finch.

Ron, the bodyguard, came towards them. "I'm sorry, Ms. Ibarra, but were closing soon".

"Thank you, Ron, we're almost done here. Can I get the bigger stuff tomorrow?" she asked.

"Of course, Miss. We'll be open early tomorrow," the bodyguard responded.

"Alright, thanks Ron. Good Night," she said to Ron, he in turn waved.

"Taylor, can you go inside and get my bags, please? Oh, and tell your mother we have to leave soon," she asked the younger man.

"Sure." He nodded and quickly went to the dressing room.

She then turned to Reese. "I can see why you wanted me to wait, John. Though, I have to say, I'm a bit angry at you for not telling me that you're working for my uncle," she said.

"I wanted to surprise you." Reese responded with a shrug.

"Hmm, yes and it worked. Didn't it?" She turned to Finch, who smiled at her.

"Careful, . She is planning something." Finch warned.

"Oh?" Reese's curiosity peaked a bit.

"Yes. After you both explain to me what's going on, I'll decide how I'll deal with you. Uncle, you know what I do when I get angry with you. But you, John, will have to be something different."

"Isolde, he's only trying to help," Finch said, trying to ease Rosalyn from doing anything to Reese.

"I know, and I'm grateful for it, but he is just as guilty as you are," she accused.

Finch sighed, "I tried, Mr. Reese". Reese just looked at them, the depth of the bond they clearly had was evident.

"I tried, he says." Rosalyn rolled her eyes. "You've barely tried".

"With you? Impossible. You're just like your father." Finch said.

"More like Dad and you." She smiled at him.

Before Finch could say anything, Joss and Taylor came out. Taylor handed a large gym bag to Rosalyn.

"Thanks, Taylor. Should we head out now?" Carter gave her a questioning look. "Closing already?"

Rosalyn nodded.

"What about the bigger stuff?" Carter asked.

"I'll get it tomorrow," Rosalyn responded.

They started to head out. Once they were all out of the theater, Reese and Finch turned to the others.

"Tomorrow?" Finch asked.

"Yep, after Noon, I think," Rosalyn said. Finch agreed. This would both give them time to sort their questions and answers. Not to mention Finch would have time to check for any new number, and Rosalyn to get the bigger things.

"Well, we shall take our leave, Uncle. It's late and I have to get this little one to her bed." Rosalyn hugged her uncle and then Reese.

"Thanks again, John." She said as soon as she let go of Reese.

"You're Welcome." Reese smiled at her.

She turned to Carter and Taylor and walked to the truck. Finch looked at them for a while, before turning to the opposite direction, with Reese in tow.

"I want to thank you, Mr. Reese," Finch said, "for bringing me back to my little girl." After being 'dead' he never thought he would see his niece ever again. Reese was right, he has this opportunity, and he should take it.

"You're Welcome, Harold." Reese smiled, and continued walking down the block and off into the night.

~POI~

I wonder what Rosalyn has in store for Reese… Oh well, I guess will find out in the next chapter. Only two left and a little extra on the side.

Ever seen a man belly dance? No? Well, here I'll show you / watch?v=Gsk_Fn-jeQ. Just take off the parenthesis and the spaces, and you'll see an amazing performance of two different styles. Now don't you all want Reese to dance like that ;)?

As always R&R!