Hey there everyone. This is my first English story I wrote, so please understand my misspelling and grammar mistakes. And please review.

"Neal!" The former con man turned around when he heard his partner's voice calling him.

"You've done a great job."

"Thank you, Peter. So do you." Neal answered. He smiled and went through the glass door.

After a long night without sleep and a day full of working Neal was glad to get home finally. He walked up the steps slowly and opened the door. "Mozzie? You around?" When nobody answered he closed the door behind him and went to the kitchen. He took down his hat and put it on the table.

First he didn't recognize, but then his brain started to work. He went a few steps to the door and kneeled down. He reached his hand out and grabbed the little photograph right behind the door. When he looked at it his blood turned chilly.

Neal wasn't able to do anything. He just stared at the picture, showing Mozzie bound and gagged. A small, red point at his forehead. Eventually he turned around the picture. Neal needed to read the little note a few times before he understood it.

11|30. 0900h. E66th Street. 100000$ cash, unnumerated. NO FEDS or cops.

Neal kept on staring at the photograph. He checked out his watch. It was already 10.57 pm. Where the hell should he get 10000$ in less than 10h?

He knew he had to do anything and he had to do it fast.

Without any control over his feet he ran out f the house, down the street, towards the FBI building. He went down the stair. He put on his best poker face when he got to the guard at the door to the evidences.

"Hey Bob." He greeted the guard. "How is your wife doing?"

"Neal, she's good, thank you. What do you need?"

"Peter asked me to get him some evidence from the case again. He said he had a feeling something's not right."

The guard nodded and opened the door for Neal, taking a short look at the password. Neal went in and looked for the box that belongs to the case he just finished last week. The team arrested a big con man and assured 1 Mio $. As he found it he grabbed the box and opened it, looking for the money. He took some of the money out and counted it. 5000$ - He couldn't take more without getting caught. He put the box back into the shelf and hurried to get out of the FBI building. He just was going to go through the doors when he heard Peters voice behind him, talking to Jones. Neal wanted to hide behind a plant, but Peter got a short look at him and called him.

"Neal, what the hell are you still doing here? I thought you left an hour ago?" Slowly Neal turned around, thinking what to answer. "Yeah I left, but then I discerned I forgot my cell at the office. " Neal tried, but he wasn't able to look Peter into the eyes. For a moment he thought Peter recognized Neal was lying, but then Peter answered. "Did you? Well okey then. I'll see you tomorrow at work." "Yeah. Good night Peter, Jones." He nodded and turned around to get to the elevators, to pretend he's going upstairs to the office. As soon as Peter and Jones left the building he went to the exit, and took a look down the street. As fast as he could he walked towards June's house. When he was inside he went to one of his paintings and opened a secret cash behind. He took out the money he was hiding inside. Walking back to the kitchen table he took out the money from the bureau. He only had 9000$. 1000$ too less.