Two Days Earlier

"Please, Peter?" I begged, not expecting him to give, but asking all the same.

"It's not going to happen, Neal." He promised me, walking toward the elevator to leave for the night.

"But it's the most prestegiouse summer wine tasting in New York." I complained.

"You have wine at June's." Peter pointed out, jabbing his finger at the button to bring the elevator up to the twenty-first floor. The yellow numbers above the door slowly went up from nine, to ten, to eleven, where the paused for a moment and resumed their trek.

"You can come with me." I smiled, and put on my hat.

"Elizabeth and I already have plans." He smiled, ducking his head a little bit, in the way he always did when talking about El. We both looked up sharply as the elevator door opened. Peter looked at me.

"What is he doing here?" He demanded, looking sceptiacly at Mozzie.

"No time for that, Suit." Moz said, stepping out of the elevator and pulling me away from Peter and toward Jones's desk. Peter watched us, not even blinking when the elevator door closed and began it's descent.

"What's up, Moz?" I asked, worried, picturing fires and dead bodies.

"Nothing we can't handle, Neal." He said, looking around him.

"Then why are you here?" I asked. Mozzie looked up at me.

"I thought you wanted to go to that wine tasting." He covertly slipped a small drive into Jones's computer. My eyes quickly flashed to his hand and then back to his eyes. He inclined his head, and blinked his eyes slowly, telling me to play along.

"It's out of my range. I can't go." I said, leaning against Diana's desk.

"Shame." Mozzie shrugged.

"I know. I really wanted to go." I tried to read between the lines of what Moz was telling me. I wasn't getting much.

"You got mail today, Neal." He emphasized the word mail. I felt my hands clench into fists. So it was time then. Mos pulled the drive out of the computer and placed it into his pocket. If you weren't watching for it, you would not have seen it. We walked together back to Peter.

"Is there something I can do for him?" He asked me, not talking to 'my little friend' out of habit.

"He just came to say hi." I said, nodding to Mozzie.

"Bye, Neal." He walked toward the stairs backward.

"Suit." He nodded to Peter.

"Say hi to Mrs. Suit for me." He added, almost as an after thought, disappearing behind the heavy metal door. Peter and I stepped onto the elevator that had reappeared. I leaned against the back wall and closed my eyes.

"You okay, Neal." Peter asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. My eyes snapped open.

"Fine." I smiled, though nothing was fine. In fact all hell was about to break lose.