A/N: There's not much to tell about this story, really. It's a Mozzie/OFC story, beginning pre-series and progressing through the second season. It's a song-fic to "Make You Feel My Love" (I was imagining the Adele cover when I wrote it, not the Bob Dylan original). This is AU in the sense that we really don't have a lot of information about Neal's family before New York, so I'm making it up (more or less). I did try to stick to canon where applicable (ie, Neal implies that Mozzie likes Einstein and Nietzsche). There will be references to the series as a whole (specifically, Dentist Of Detroit and Forging Bonds but also a couple general plot points of the first season). I would like to take this opportunity to thank my beta reader, Wolfpack pride. Enjoy, and feel free to leave a review. Thanks for reading!

PART 1: "A discovery is said to be an accident meeting a prepared mind."

~Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

When the rain/Is blowing in your face

And the whole world/Is on your case

I could offer you/A warm embrace

To make you feel my love

If he believed in love, true love, everlasting love that defeated evil and conquered the world and all the obstacles that were thrown in its path, Mozzie might have labeled it as such. But he'd never been the type of person to buy into real love; people like him were not meant to get what they wanted out of life, and the more he accepted that simple fact, the better. Every con got his heart broken at least once, and his experience had already come and gone. It was that simple: love was not meant for him, which meant he didn't ever have to worry about being brought down by his emotions.

As a result, when he walked into Neal Caffrey's small apartment for their weekly meeting, she caught him completely off guard. He stood there in the doorway, trying not to stare at her, and hoping that this was not Kate. If it was, then the universe hated him without a doubt. The woman looked over at him with striking blue eyes, equally surprised by the mysterious stranger who had entered without knocking. She was working on what appeared to be a diagram of some sort of building, from what Mozzie could tell, and she clearly was not expecting anyone to come into the apartment. Neal was still at work, evidently.

"I'm sorry, I'm here about the telephone line," Mozzie rapidly spat out, wondering if Neal was being robbed. She seemed prepared for a break-in; he could see a set of lock-picks on the counter that were definitely not Neal's.

"Did you lose your uniform on the way in?" she asked, inching towards the phone. Mozzie stepped in her way, and they bumped up against each other.

"They didn't warn you?" he asked. "It's a bit of a sensitive matter." For the life of him, he couldn't stop blushing. Lying to her seemed impossibly unnatural, making things difficult.

She gave him a suspicious look. "What exactly is wrong with it, then?"

"All sorts of things," Mozzie said far too quickly. "The whole floor is out."

For a split second, he saw triumph in her eyes. "How has the next door neighbor Mrs O'Leary been talking on the phone for the past 45 minutes, then?" Mozzie swallowed hard, a movement she caught. "All right, out with it. Are you here to hurt my brother?"

"Brother?" Mozzie said, stunned. "Neal never said anything..." He realized his mistake. "I mean..."

She rolled her eyes, giving him a gentle smile. "You must be Mozzie. I'm not surprised Cap hasn't said anything; he's not exactly the most forthcoming."

"Cap?" Mozzie asked, slightly confused by the moniker.

"Have you ever seen Star Trek?" the woman asked. Mozzie nodded, and she continued. "He's Captain Kirk; I'm Spock. We used to play in the backyard growing up. It was more fun than Batman and had homemade phasers and we'd chase down imaginary Klingons."

Mozzie fought the urge to laugh at the image of a pint-sized Neal Caffrey chasing after invisible Klingons, and failed. "What's your name?" he asked. "And are the you older sibling or the younger one?"

"I'm Greene; Stella Greene. Neal and I are twins, if you can believe that. Sometimes, people think it makes no sense."

Mozzie took the hand she offered, feeling her callused palm."The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible." he informed her effortlessly.

Stella raised an eyebrow. "Einstein?" she asked with a joking tone. "I've always been more of an Oppenheimer fan myself."

Mozzie raised an eyebrow in response, quietly impressed. "Einstein worked through greater problems and came up with more adventurous endeavors!" he protested.

"Genius sees the answer before the question," was Stella's response. Mozzie was temporarily caught off guard. Luckily, Neal walked in at that point, and was glad to see his new friend and fellow con-man. He was, however, surprised to discover his twin sister. "Spock!" he said, hugging her enthusiastically. "What's going on?

"I'm planning to hit the Hammer Gallery in Midtown next week," Stella informed him, gesturing towards the diagram with the cars. "I let myself in to see if you could give me a hand with a distraction before I break in. What do you say?"

Neal pursed his lips. "Sorry, Spock. I'm going to be swamped for the next week. Adler's got me working hard, but it's worth it. He's a great boss."

Stella rolled her eyes. "You sure Kate doesn't have anything to do with it?" she asked, teasing him gently.

Neal shrugged sheepishly. "Kate's one reason, but she's not the only reason. Adler's...well, he's brilliant. But he's ridiculously generous simultaneously. It almost seems impossible, you know?"

Mozzie, watching the conversation with interest, was glad to see Neal so attached to the job. He was equally glad to see Stella call her brother on Kate being one of the reasons he was firmly attached to Adler's business. Part of him was grateful that he wasn't the only one worried about the romantic endeavors Neal was getting into. It was dangerous territory for any new employee, but especially dangerous for a con artist. After all, one slip-up and he could get arrested and ruin the entire long con before they got their reward. Mozzie filed Neal's apparent bonding with Adler under potential warning signs; clearly, things got complicated when cons bonded with their marks.

Stella considered the diagram, looking for ways to achieve the job without a massive distraction that necessitated a second person. Mozzie couldn't think of any. Before his brain could seriously consider the idea, his mouth volunteered his services. Both Caffrey twins (Greene? He really wasn't sure which last name to use.) stared at him, clearly shocked. Before he could retract it, Stella was accepting his offer, telling him to bring his A game and that they would make a great miniature crew. Mozzie was strangely elated, but couldn't help but notice the look that crossed Neal's face. It screamed of concern, frustration, and hesitation. It was almost as as though he really didn't want his friend and his twin to work together on anything. Mozzie rapidly realized that if things went anywhere with this relationship, messing with Stella was probably the worst possible thing he could do...