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Neal's POV

The case was that a theft from one of the downtown museums. It wasn't an art museum or one he would frequent. If he was honest he didn't know much about it.

The others seemed to be distracted with something. He had a feeling that they were trying to keep him busy. Something had happened while he was having a test with Jones.

His eyes were drawn to the conference room door as the man arrived. On Jones's arm was his jacket causing Neal's eyes to widen. He had completley forgotten to grab his jacket. That was a stupid mistake even for him.

Jones said holding out the jacket, "You left this in the gym, Caffery."

Neal took it and said, "Thanks, Jones."

As he put it on he did a pat down of his pockets. A sense of terror washed over him. It drowned out everything else as he realized his picture was not in his jacket.

It took several moments of taking slow deep breaths for him to calm down. He was a trained CIA agent even if he was a retired one. It wasn't as if they found his badge. If that happened he would get a call from his handler.

When he looked up Jones had already moved to where Peter was sitting. Between the FBI and Mozzie it was getting harder to keep people off the trail of his past.

Mozzie had more questions than ever about the first day they met. The name Neal Caffery had been one he made up on the spot. It wouldn't lead back to his last two identities.

His hands shook violently at the thought of that first day. It wasn't just the day that he met Mozzie. It was the day he broke out of a CIA facility. One that he had woken open in after being riddled with bullets.

Then there was the FBI. Peter was asking uncomfortabel questions. Mainly it was about his father. Neal gave brief and vague answers. His father was a cop. Which was in a way true. Bruce Wayne worked with the police force as Batman. John Grayson was a gypsie true and true.

The picture would only bring out more uncomfortable questions. Anyone remotely familiar with Gotham would recognize the Wayne siblings. Not only that but he was obviously in the picture. That would bring to light questions about his past. Ones that could very well bring Bruce to New York.

He was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn't hear the silky question, "Is this where I am supposed to meet, Agent Burke?"

That voice... it couldn't be. He eyes shot up to meet the familiar green eyes of Selina Kyle. Her eyes widened with shock and recognition.

She inquired her voice held a feverent hope, "Dick?"

He knew that amongst his family she would miss him. It was Selena who first taught him the art of being a thief. How to spot even the best of forgeries. Without her he would have never made it as Neal Caffery.

Her question however was bringing about unwanted attention. He shook his head and put on a fake conman smile as he said holding out his hand, "Neal Caffery actually. It's nice to meet you, Miss Kyle."

Her green eyes narrowed taking in the room. She took in the room immediately. Her eyes then turned back to him. They told him this conversation wasn't over.

She shook his hand and replied, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Caffery. Thank you all for taking my case."

Selena... he really hoped she wasn't behind this. He really didn't want her around for long. The longer she was there the more likely Peter was to put together the clues.

Peter said drawing their attention, "Neal sit down. Miss Kyle thank you for coming. I understand that you were released despite the museum's suspicions."

Neal began to thumb through the file. It didn't take him long to find Selena's detention. Many people thought that she was Catwoman. While she in fact was no police could prove it.

It was a golden artifact from Egypt. A frown marred his face. While it was shiny it wasn't typical of Catwoman. She stole mainly from those who could afford it being stolen from.

Neal inquired curious, "Do we have any video from the museum?"

Peter nodded and pulled it up on the TV. He let the others speak while he listened with half an ear. They were asking about why Selena was there. Did she have enemies? Who would try to frame her for the robbery?

Neal's main focus was on the camera video. Everything seemed normal for the museum. People were moving through the room.

The cameras cut off right as Selina entered. There was a chance that he could recover the lost footage. It would reveal that he had some skill with a computer. That wasn't something he was willing to share.

He said vaguely, "We will need someone to see if they can't recover the footage. By the time the cameras come back on they have already taken Miss Kyle into custody."

He was watching it play out. If this was him how would he do it. Place a bug on Selina as he passed her. It was possible but extremely risky. As a thief herself she would be able to detect slight of hands and tricks like that.

He asked as the idea entered into his mind, "Do we have footage from the rest of the cameras?"

Petet only waved him off. Neal was able to pull it up from the laptop. This wasn't showing his skills with a computer. Just showing he wasn't a complete idiot when it came to them.

There it was. Cameras went off when someone entered the area. It wasn't Selina every time either. She had just been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He said over his shoulder, "Peter," his handler looked up, "Watch this."

Neal pulled it up so that every camera was on the screen. He then played it showing how their thief entered after Selina.

Peter praised, "Well done, Neal. I'll have our techs look at this footage. They should be able to bring back to rest of the recordings."

Selina inquired her eyes looking at him, "What about, Mr. Caffery? Could he not try to do that here?"

Peter shook his head and replied, "No. Neal here is out art and forgery expert. Computers and him don't tend to get along very well."

Selina's eyes narrowed at him. She knew that was a complete lie. Computers had been his forte even back when he first started with Batman. He shrugged as if asking what can you do.

The meeting didn't go on for much longer after that. Peter had Neal ask Mozzie to hit the pavement. Unofficially of course. Neal could only hope his friend was still in the mood.

They had something that wasn't quite a falling out after the treasure incident. Neal had chosen to stay and not go with his best friend. That had hit the older thief hard.

The only reason why Mozzie came back was that a set of Russian mobsters had kidnapped Elizabeth. They would only return her when they had the treasure. Neal had ended up shooting two of the four to keep them from hurting Peter. Elizabeth gravely injured another in her attempt to escape.

Neal's ears still have rang from the lecture he recieved from his CIA handler. That man could seriously lecture. Not that he could really take it seriously coming from the man who became a criminal mastermind to keep an eye on him.

Casey's POV

Keeping an on Chuckles had become easier in the last few months. With the improved Intersect the man boy could almost take care of himself. Still he kept an eye as was his duty on the man.

His night was spent the same as it always was. Cleaning his gun and trimming his bonsai. What should have been a peaceful night was interrupted by his phone ringing.

He answered it gruffly, "Casey."

A familiar voice said, "John I'm calling in the favor that you owe me. How soon can you get to New York?"

Casey growled low in his throat. The Dentist was calling in his favor now? Just when things were beginning to settle in Burbank. Still he owed the short man his life. For that he would go where he was asked.

He growled, "Give me a day."

Without an answer the line went dead. The General was trying to convince him to use his vacation time. Maybe he would use it now.