This story picks up during season three episode 11, "Checkmate." Spoilers for that episode and everything before it.
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Peter was pacing at the rendezvous spot, holding tightly onto his phone. "Neal's not picking up. I think something went wrong."
Mozzie looked down at his feet, trying to hide his worries for the sake of the man with a missing wife.
Peter's phone rang, and he put it to his ear immediately. "Neal."
"Disappointed?" Elizabeth's voice responded over the phone.
"El." Peter breathed out over the phone, his knees nearly buckling in relief.
"She's ok?" Mozzie demanded, but Peter didn't pay him any attention.
"I'm safe," Elizabeth said.
"Oh, thank god."
"They caught they guy holding me. Are you alright?"
Trust Elizabeth to ask him if he was okay, when she was just kidnapped. "I am now," Peter responded. "Where are you?"
"Uh, 23rd and 3rd. They're taking me home."
Peter looked at Mozzie, and Mozzie could tell exactly what he was thinking.
"Go," Mozzie said. "I'll get Neal."
Peter gave him a look of appreciation. "El, I'm coming."
"I love you, hon."
"I love you too."
Peter hung up, and looked at Mozzie hesitantly. "I'm going to need to get in one of these cars," he said, gesturing to the cars behind him.
"Already done." Mozzie opened the door, and Peter slipped inside. Within a minute, he'd driven off.
Mozzie looked at his note pad, where he had tracked the most obvious escape routes, in case they needed them. Now he was glad that he did, as it was probably where Keller was taking the treasure, and by extension, Neal. Quickly he got in the other car and drove off.
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