Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them with no intention of gaining any profit.

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Author's note: This story takes place in the second half of Season 2.

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Acknowledgements: scully1138 once again did an amazing beta-job. If there are any mistakes left than they are all my own.

Also thanks to BullDemon for encouraging me to keep working on this story.

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Teaser

"Mr. Reese?" Harold asked into the air around him. On the open com-link between himself and his employee, Finch was able to hear the unmistakable sounds of a speeding car, recklessly weaving its way through the traffic - a screaming engine, screeching tires, and a cacophony of blaring horns.

"Yes, Harold?" John's quiet voice didn't hold a trace of tension. Considering the speed with which the red dot depicting John Reese's GPS-signal was moving across the screen in front of him, Harold almost felt the urge to hold on tightly to his desk.

"I just got word from Detective Fusco. He's picked up Mr. Candrall and is now on his way to one of my safe houses," Finch said as he listened to the car swerve. "It seems like they've taken the bait."

"Good," replied John, expelling a breath. "I guess it's time to lose the company."

The dot sped up even more. While Finch had all the confidence in Mr. Reese's driving abilities, he - for once - felt relieved that he was tucked away within the safety of the library instead of being in the middle of the action, riding shotgun.

Harold followed John's evasive maneuvers on the screen. He expected police sirens to join the noise over the loudspeakers any second now, but they seemed to be in luck for once.

After approximately ten minutes he noted that the dot's speed had decreased, and it slowly returned to within the legal speed limits.

"Okay, I think I've lost them."

"That's good to hear." Finch started to get up. "I'm on my way to the safe house. I assume I will meet you there?"

"Yeah. I'm just gonna drive around the block a few more times to make sure -"

John's voice was drowned out by the sudden sound of a high-revving engine, followed by a loud crash as metal grated on metal and glass shattered.

"Mr. Reese?" Harold asked. The red dot came to a sudden and complete stop. With growing alarm Finch bent over his desk and stared at his screen. "Can you hear me?

"Mr. Reese? Are you still there?

"John?"

Finch waited, holding his breath while he listened for an answer or any sign of life from his partner. But all he was able to hear was the ticking of a dying engine, then the line went deathly silent.

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To be continued...

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