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Chapter Two: It was the teenager from before, the one who had made the coffee spill everywhere. He was the one who stole the jewels.

"Do you know him Boss?" Jones asked, seeing Peter's reaction to the tapes. He knew the tapes contents were shocking; who would have thought that a teenager had this much skill as a thief?

Peter nodded and said "Yeah, he made me drop all of the coffee."

Before Jones could as what his boss meant, Peter had grabbed his jacket and walked hurriedly out of the building. Jones watched him go, a confused look on his face. A colleague of his, Diana walked past. She noticed his expression and the abandoned office he was sitting in, and asked, "Where's Peter?"

Jones looked at her with a half confused and half filled with content smile and said, "I don't know. He was here a minute ago, but he left. I think he might have found a break in the case."

Diana smiled and walked back to her desk, knowing how her boss could get with a new case like this one.

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Neal circled around the block a couple of times before entering an apartment building, one that stuck out somewhat considering the neighborhood. After losing the men from the warehouse and the fed he ran into, Neal took the subway to the Bronx. It was a risky move, but it was the only thing he could afford.

He walked into the building and immediately went to the eight floor. The large brown backpack was still on his back, the precious gems weighing him down.

Neal opened the first door on the left and immediately plopped down on the couch.

"Yeah, sure Neal, come right in. Don't even bother knocking. It's not like I thought you were the cops or anything." Mozzie's voice floated through from the kitchen.

Neal only smiled and said, "The cops don't even know we're here Moz. We're fine."

Mozzie huffed in reply, but he knew that Neal couldn't hear him. What Neal was doing was risky. More risky than anything they had ever pulled before. Or maybe that was just his paranoia talking… He wasn't sure.

But what he was sure of was this; if this continued to happen, Neal would get hurt. It wasn't the same penalty if he got caught picking someone's pocket. If Neal got caught, he would most likely be tortured… or worse, killed.

Mozzie shuddered at the thought and continued to absentmindedly pour hot water into a kettle. He turned just in time to watch Neal walk into the kitchen, brown backpack in hand.

"How did it go?" Mozzie asks, changing the subject. Neal had been tasked with replacing the gems he stole with forgeries, after learning what the profits were going to be used for.

"I got spotted when I was leaving, but besides that I managed to get away clean." Neal said as he emptied out his brown backpack. The jewelry came spilling out and Mozzie couldn't help but reach out to touch them.

The joy Mozzie felt at the touch of the smooth yet shiny edges of the various pieces of jewelry was short-lived though. He had to bite back a frown at the aforementioned tale of being spotted. "Are you sure you didn't get followed down here?"

Neal almost rolled his eyes. Sometimes Mozzie could be… a bit overwhelming. Especially in the paranoia department. He said, "I'm sure Moz. I handled it."

Mozzie gave him a discerning look, but Neal only smiled. He had mischief in his eyes, as he continued to tell his friend about his fateful encounter with the fed.

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After finally figuring out who had stolen the jewels, Peter had rushed home with numerous surveillance tapes in his hand. He was going to compare the footage from heist with the footage from outside the Bureau.

No matter how many times he went over the footage from outside the Bureau though, he seemed to get lost. He kept on watching the boy, as he ran through the ever-growing crowd on the sidewalk. Peter watched as he rammed into the Peter on the screen, sending the coffees flying.

The boy had his back to the camera, but Peter would be able to recognize him in a line-up. His sparkling blue eyes and his curly dark brown hair were unforgettable. The way the boy was acting seemed rather odd, and yet it seemed natural at the same time.

Peter frowned. He had more questions than answers.

"So what's the working theory this time?" El asked as she walked into the room. Whenever Peter got stuck on a case, he would zone out like crazy, focusing solely on the case and nothing else. It made it hard for El to make conversation, but she found a way to break her husband's focus. She always did.

Peter looked up at her from the dining room table and said, "It's just a hunch hon. it's less than that actually."

El sat down next to him and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. You always do."

Peter smiled and asked, "Want to take a look?"

El's smile widened as Peter handed her the case file. He said, "A couple of pieces of jewelry were stolen from a high end store over on Fifth Avenue… I think it was numbered 653 or something…"

"Someone stole from Cartiers? Wow, it must have done a number on their reputation. They're rumored to have excellent security." El said as she flipped through the case file. It was a thin file, so El didn't take that much time reading it.

"The only proof we have is the security footage, and it isn't in the greatest quality." Peter said as he showed El the footage of the heist. He continued, "I uh… 'ran into' someone suspicious earlier, but he got away."

'Well that explains the coffee stains all over his suit.' El mused as she fought to keep a smile from appearing on her face. She could see the sheepish grin peaking through Peter's face.

"How suspicious was he?" She asked, getting back to business. She wanted to know more about the elusive thief that had managed to break into a store that everyone had presumed to be impenetrable.

Peter said, "Suspicious enough to send up red flags."

"And he still got away? He must be good then." She said, a mischievous smile gracing her features.

"But not good enough to be able to run forever. I'll catch him El." Peter said, his whole body oozing determination. He knew that sooner or later the kid would get tired of running. Tired of hiding from everyone. When that day came, Peter would be there to catch him. He would catch the thief. It was only a matter of time.