"Who's this guy?" The man sitting in the surveillance van squints at the screen as someone walks up to the target. His eyes widen as the man turns towards the hidden camera and speaks.


It wasn't one of their better plans, but Mozzie and Neal snuck into Howser Clinic successfully. Once inside Dr. Powell's office, Neal starts looking through documents. "Aha." Neal picks up a list of donor names.

In the distance, Neal can hear footsteps approaching the office. Darn it! Neal tries to think quickly and his eyes settle on a fax machine. He's just put the list into the machine when the door opens.

"Who are you?" The man in front asks Neal. The guards restrain him to a table and one of them rips the sheet out of the fax machine before it can finish sending. Neal groans inwardly. Then, after one of them calls Dr. Powell, he's injected with something, and the world starts spinning.


"How are you feeling?" Neal blinks groggily up at a concerned face hovering his.

"Wha-?" He looks around. Oh. Neal's lying on a couch in Peter's house with Elizabeth, Peter's wife, standing nearby. As she goes to get Neal more ice for his head, Neal and Peter talk over what Neal had found out at the clinic.

"Let's get back to the office." Peter decides and they make their way out the door. Unfortunately for Neal, their timing is impeccable. Right as they're stepping out of the house, two twenty-somethings happen to pass by on the opposite side of the road. One of them sees Neal and Peter and stops dead in his tracks.

Neal feels like there's someone watching him and as he and Peter start to cross the street, he realizes why.

"Blaine? You okay?" The man next to Blaine asks. Blaine is still staring, open mouthed, at Neal. By now, Neal and Peter have made it across the street. Neal is keeping his head down. Please don't notice me, he prays silently. He can't get away with walking the other way. Not with Peter next to him.

"Excuse us," Peter smiles as he and Neal walk past the two men.

"Cooper?" Neal tries not to react but his feet suddenly don't work anymore. Maybe it was the shock of hearing the one voice he missed the most. Or perhaps it was hearing the hope and the fear in that voice. Whatever it was, it made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Cooper? Who's Cooper? Neal, what's he talking about?" Peter also halts and stares back and forth between the young men and the pale face of his CI.

Neal opens his mouth, mind racing, trying to figure out what to say, but then he's saved by a car screeching to a halt besides them. Well, not really saved, since what comes out of the car just adds to the nightmare.

Three people spill out onto the sidewalk next to the four. They look out of breath and Neal can tell that at least two of them are packing.

"Bryce? Is that you?"

And just like that, the entire world Neal's built up comes crashing down as his two pasts collide with his present.