A/N: Hey guys! soooorry for taking soo long to update but let's just say I got a little blocked...aside from the TONS of work at college, but here I am again...please REVIEW and ENJOY
"This is Agent Reynolds." He answered when his phone rang.
"Hello Michael." said the voice of Sophia Turner.
"I was wondering when you were gonna call." Reynolds said.
"You owe me a favor." she said straight to the point.
"I don't recall owing you anything."
"Oh yes Michael...see I protected your real identity from everyone, even you son." Sophia said coldly. "Who by the way it's pretty banged up and maybe he knows already about your relation to him."
"Did you say anything to him?" Reynolds asked however not very concerned of the situation.
"I may have mention that you owed me a favor." She said.
"What do you want? It must be pretty important if you decided to come back from the dead."
"I need you to find Harry Mayfair and John Michaelson. They are the last piece of evidence I need to get rid off before I carry on with my mission."
"What about the files Sophia?" Reynolds asked.
"Why do you care Michael?" Sophia said with an evil voice. "Oh! I know why...because is those files, it is clear that you were the one who hide Mayfair's family...that you were working as a double agent with some middle east terrorist cell..."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Reynolds said.
"Ok...I'm gonna drop the topic only if you get me what I want." Sophia said.
"Fine." Reynolds said.
"Excellent Michael! Now just leave them at the 12th precinct." Sophia said. "I'll see you." and with that the line went dead.
Agent Reynolds has made a lot of difficult decisions along his life, most of them were wrong decisions, but that didn't stopped him to keep on going with his job. This time was different because his son was in the picture. From what he figured out talking to Beckett about Richard was that he was very smart and resourceful, which meant that he probably already figure out he was his father. It was time to make the hardest decision of his life. His son or his career. He took a bottle of scotch, a glass and started thinking.
A/N: More to come soon...