AN; Sorry for the long wait and semi short chapter. a new chapter will be up on Friday.

VI. Picking up Bread Crumbs

Old Westbury, New York... 10:43PM

"Perry I've been separated from Carter" Kara spoke into her cell phone as she made her way down the street.

"What happened?" Perry asked over the open line.

"Reese and his friends interfered with our operation," Kara stated as she turned the corner into the parking lot of a hotel.

"What's your location?" Perry asked as he pulled his pants back on.

"I'm about to check into a room, at 120 Jericho Turnpike," Kara stated as she entered the hotel lobby making her way to the front desk.

"Stay there, we'll send a team to get you. We'll find Carter," Perry replied as he hung up.

Perry grabbed his laptop from his desk and sat down on his bed.

"Something wrong?"

Perry looked over his shoulder as he watched as Sarah came out of his bathroom still naked.

"Stanton and Carter were compromised," Perry replied as he brought up the tracking program that the agency used to monitor assets.

"Where are they?" Sarah asked as she picked up her blouse off the floor.

"Stanton's accounted for, but Carter is missing." Perry replied as he typed in Carters tracking number and engaged her GPS chip.

Sarah watched the laptop screen as Carter's GPS coordinates displayed themselves.

"Wait, isn't that?" Sarah started to questioned as she examined the locations address

"Shit!" Perry exclaimed as he pulled out his phone and dialed his superior

"What?" an accented male voice replied after a few rings.

"We might have a situation sir," Perry stated as he watched the blinking dot of Carter's location idling outside the street corner of the NYPD's 8th Precinct.

New York City,New York... 11:13PM

Fusco closed his car door and tossed his work bag into the passenger seat. After he fasten his seat-belt he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled away from the curb. As he pulled to as stop a traffic light he heard the click of metal and felt a barrel of a gun pressed against his temple.

"Lionel Fusco, right?" Fusco felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he eyed the masked assailant sitting in the back seat of his car through the rear view mirror.

"You got a lot of nerve pal. You do know I'm a cop right?" Fusco stated as he tried to assess his situation. He watched as the assailant placed printed out copy of a newspaper article on the center console.

Fusco stared at the headline of the article. 'Cop killer Patrick Simmons, apprehended by Detective Lionel Fusco, Family of the victim relieved'.

Fusco adverted his eyes back onto the assailant in the back of his car. He watched the person lean back and slowly removed their mask.

"Apparently so was I." Joss replied.

"Ca..Ca..Carter? What the hell!" Fusco felt the air leave his lungs as he stared at the ghost in his rear view mirror.

"No time to chat Detective Fusco, if you cooperate with me I won't kill you." Joss stated as she leaned back pointing her gun at the back of Fusco's head.

"Now drive." Carter demanded.

"Where?" Fusco asked while he tried to process what the hell was going on.

"To wherever my 'family' lives." Joss replied.

Old Westbury,New York...11:13PM

"They escaped Finch" Shaw relayed as both she and Reese stood in Harris's empty home office.

"What of Ms. Harris" Finch asked as he cleared his throat and tried to focus. After overhearing the conversation John had with the woman who looked like the late Detective Carter he had lost track of their main objective.

"She's safe, unfortunately she locked herself in her panic room, we've been trying to get her to come out for the past 30 minutes. But right now I'm a little more concerned with all these supposed to be dead people popping up out of nowhere." Shaw stated as she looked at the still dazed and confused John Reese.

"Indeed Ms. Shaw, I have informed the local authorities of Ms. Harris's situation. In the meantime I suggest you and Mr. Reese return to the library so we can all try and sort out what's going on." Harold suggested.

"Understood," Shaw replied before she disconnected with Finch.

"Reese we need to go. The cops are on their way to handle Harris, Finch wants us back at the library to try and figure out what the hell is going on." Shaw voiced as she moved to the door eying John warily.

"That's the very same question she wants answered too."

Shaw and Reese drew there guns and pointed it at the door as they watched Root appear in the doorway.

"Hello Sameen, John. It's so good to see you both again." Root stated with a smile on her face as she looked at the guns pointed at her head.

"Root. What the hell are you doing here?" Shaw asked as she lowered her gun.

Root grinned wider at Shaw before she cut her eyes to John and tilted her head at his still pointed gun.

"No need for that John, she sent me to help." Root stated.

John narrowed his eyes, keeping his gun leveled,"Why?"

"Because she would like to know if Detective Carter is truly still alive and how she and Kara Stanton stayed off her radar." Root replied with a gleam in her eye.

"Yeah well join the club, the answers aren't here, they both already escaped." Shaw stated.

"She knows," Root replied as she looked at the sealed door of the panic room before she turned her eyes back on John and Sameen,"She also knows where we might be able to find some answers."

"Where?" John ordered.

Root smiled "120 Jericho Turnpike, room 113 but we should hurry before her friends get to her first."

"Little bitch," Kara muttered out loud as she cleaned and bandaged the bullet graze on her arm that she received from John's sharp shooting little Umpa Lumpa.

Kara tossed the bloodied towel on the floor, yanking the bathroom door open as she made her way back into the bedroom. She stopped in her tacks as she saw the man sitting on the foot of her bed.

"Kara," John acknowledged as he looked up from the floor.

"John so good to see you. I see you're still eager to crawl into my bed like a good little boy," Kara replied with a smirk.

"Cut the crap Kara, you know why I'm here." John growled out.

"Yeah I know what you want. But you're not going to get it out of me. What are you going to do? Torture me? You and I know both know that you won't. You always did have a problem with handling female operatives," Kara fried off as she glared at John.

John stood up "Well with those burn scars on your face, I don't think I'll have a difficult time disassociating you as a woman"

John smirked as he watched Kara's face contort in pure rage, she didn't even notice Shaw sneaking up on her. He watched as Kara was rendered unconscious with a blow to the back of the head.

"I sure as hell don't have a problem knocking a bitch around" Shaw smirked as she stood over Kara's unconscious body.

Shaw watched as John lifted up Kara's unconscious body and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Okay let's go," John said as he looked at Shaw while he stood up shouldering Kara's limp body.

"What?" John questioned at the contemplative look on Shaw's face.

"Good little boy?… I never pegged you for liking the dominatrix type." Shaw replied with a smirk.

John rolled his eyes and marched towards the door.

"I bet she tied you up. Did she spank you too?" Shaw inquired as she followed John out the room smirking.

"Shut up Shaw," John demanded through clenched teeth as they walked out of the hotel room towards the back exit.