Hey guys! Thanks for all of my lovely viewers, reviewers, followers, and favoriters! It means a whole lot to me and gives me encouragement to write on! This chapter reveals more about our "man behind it all" and the story behind the job that's supposed to get Neal into trouble. The question is, is he supposed to get in trouble with the FBI? Or something more dangerous?

Here you go!

p.s. did you notice yet that the title for this chapter is a line from the last chapter? :D

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Chapter 3

Something About me being Right

"Alright I want camera footage from every angle she could have walked by from the past hour, and I want a team out looking high and low for her. I will not let her slip through our fingers!"

I interrupt Peter's tirade for a moment. "Wait, Peter."

Reluctantly, he turns his attention to me.

"Get that team to follow her once they find her," I say. "Harleigh could lead us to whoever is behind all of this."

Peter eyes me suspiciously, probably wondering why I would be giving him ideas that would lead to my old "friends" to being behind bars. But he nods and makes the announcement to everybody.

"Can I go?" I ask him, but I don't know why. It's not like I want to do anything, I guess I'm just anxious to see who this guy is. Even if it means being in the van. But that's not likely in this case, so I'm not worried.

"It's probably best if you didn't," Peter replies.

I frown but nod, understanding. "What do you want me to do?" I ask.

Again, there's that look. Peter turns to me. "Why are you so anxious to help?"

I shrug. "I guess I just want to see who's behind all this."

Peter nods. "Stay here. Do what you can. I'm going to find Harleigh." And with that, he leaves, going down the stairs and leaving with the small team that assembled for the mission.

I stand there for a moment, a little confused, wondering why he used her first name, instead of the trending FBI saying where they refer to people by their last names. But I let it go, knowing that it's probably nothing, and go downstairs to see how the camera process is going at Diana's desk.

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"Found her."

Peter smiles. "Good work, Jones. In a minute, pull the car over and we'll split up. Jones, you're with me. Wang and DeSilva, you go underground. Make sure she doesn't see you and meet up with us wherever she takes us. Got it?"

The agents agree and carry out their plan. Peter and Jones follow Foster for a few blocks, almost losing her a couple of times in the crowds. But she doesn't seem to notice them, and she walks right into a warehouse.

"It's done," Foster says as soon as the door shuts. Peter closes in on a window and listens, peeking to see Foster in the middle of a big room. He draws his gun close.

"Is anyone following you?" comes a voice. A male voice, deep and ominous. That would be our "man behind it all", Peter thinks. For now, his strategy is to eavesdrop on all that he can, then when his other fellow agents get here, storm the castle and take them both down.

Harleigh shakes her head. "No."

"Good. Is Caffrey—"

"Yes," Harleigh interrupts, almost sounding annoyed. "Everything went as planned."

"Was it worth it?"

A look of confusion crosses her face. "Getting my name in the system? No, it wasn't."

"I'll have a new name for you shortly," says the man.

"And the money?"

"It'll be transferred to your new account by tomorrow."

Harleigh huffs. "Where's Carter?"

"Oh, I believe he's back at the apartment," the man replies.

"And Kaidan?"

"Safe at home, like I promised."

Peter narrows his eyes. Something's not right about this… he thinks. Then he turns to see the rest of his fellow agents coming in on the scene, holding up a finger to silence them. Wang and DeSilva approach silently, getting into a position next to the warehouse.

"We're done, Turner," Harleigh says. "I don't ever want to hear from you again." With that, she turns and heads for the door.

This is it, Peter thinks, and motions for the agents to get in position. Then as soon as the doors open, Harleigh is surrounded by shouting agents and guns. Peter watches her face, changing from surprise to fear to expressionless. She has a gun in her hand, and after a fraction of an understanding look in her eyes, she sets the weapon on the ground and raises her hands slowly, almost innocently. As soon as that happens and they're safe, Jones and Peter retreat farther into the warehouse in search of this "Turner." But nobody's there. Peter turns to see another door in the back moving, bouncing back and forth against the metal frame. With one look to Jones, the two run through the door, guns drawn, but all they come across is an empty alleyway with busy streets on either side.

They've lost him.

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When the boys come back to the front of the warehouse, they find an interesting scene. Foster is on the ground, handcuffed, being pinned by Agent DeSilva's foot, a gun to her head, and Agent Wang seems to be recovering from a bloody nose.

"What happened?" Peter asks.

"Foster thought it'd be fun to run," DeSilva replies, glancing at the fugitive and smirking.

After a second, Peter nods, understanding what went on. Wang must have been handcuffing or holding the thief when Foster elbowed her in the nose, and Agent DeSilva was quick to act and somehow managed to get Foster on the ground at her disposal. Peter smiles and regains himself.

"Good work, agent," he says, just as two backup cars arrive. "I've got it from here."

DeSilva smiles and holsters her weapon, backing off and entering the first car.

Peter helps Foster off the ground and leads her to a car. Just after he opens the door, Foster stops in her tracks and speaks toward the car, but obviously at Peter.

"His name is Wes Turner. Either 252 Duck Street or 621 Maple. I'm not sure which." She looks like she's about to say something else, but instead she just ends up saying, "Please find him." Then she enters the car.

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I look up from my desk as Peter, Jones, and a few other agents walk in with Harleigh in handcuffs. She glances at me, a look of defeat on her face before she walks past me and they go upstairs. I turn my gaze toward Diana when I realize she's watching me. Then I realize I've been watching Harleigh. Diana only gives me an almost indistinguishable shrug with her eyes, giving me nothing—only acknowledging that she was watching me. I look down, tapping my pencil against my desk, trying to look busy, but my mind is elsewhere. I don't know where exactly, and it bothers me that right now I can't have a straight train of thought. I don't even know what I'm thinking about. I harshly look away from the random corner of a case file I was staring at and try to focus on something else, but my mind will somehow not connect with reality.

Do something, I tell myself.

Looking up, it finally hits me: I don't know what to do. I have cases, but there's no way I'll be able to focus on them. I need to talk to Peter. But looking his way, he's pretty busy with this whole Harleigh thing…

So I stand up, deciding I'll go see how this Harleigh thing is going.

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"What's going on?" I ask Jones when I get up there. On my way up here, Peter and Harleigh went in a room and started talking. So much for my plan.

"Foster said she would only talk to Burke," Jones replies. He seems just as anxious as me.

I huff. "Anything I can do?"

"As for now, I don't think so," Jones replies, then looks at me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I say smoothly, looking back at him in the eye, almost caught off guard. It isn't as convincing as I'd hoped.

"You're not okay with this at all, are you?"

I sigh and deflate. "I don't know. I don't know why I shouldn't be… I just feel unusually interested with this one," I say, feeling a little weird that I'm sharing my feelings. It's not something I usually do. Not to anyone, really, except Moz and Peter.

"Because you and her used to be partners?" Jones guesses.

"I don't know," I reply. "Maybe."

"I guess it's different when you actually know the person," he goes on, something Jones doesn't do a whole lot with me.

I let the words register, then nod at their truth. "I guess so."

Except that I know her way more than you know…

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"Okay, so… let's hear it," Peter says. "You wanted to talk to only me... Here we are."

Harleigh stays silent a moment, then says, "This might be easier if you just ask a question first."

"Alright," Peter replies slowly. "Why did you give me your partner's address?"

"Okay. The guy I told you about? Turner? He isn't my partner. Carter is. Turner is the guy that offered me the job and promised cash. He did the same with Carter."

"I'm guessing Carter is the one who posed as Caffrey?"

Harleigh nods.

"So why did you give me Turner's address?" Peter asks again.

She looks up. "Because he needs to be stopped. He's a killer. I didn't realize until I was in on the job too deep… but once people become irrelevant to the equation…" she trails off.

"Then he doesn't need them anymore." Peter nods, understanding. "So if you knew the job was over and you were irrelevant to the equation, why did you go back to the warehouse?"

Harleigh looks at her hands on the table. "The job was done… but I still had some business to take care of with Turner."

Peter holds up a hand. "I heard the whole conversation. What 'business' did you have to take care of exactly?"

Harleigh sighs, running her fingers through her long, dark blonde hair. "My sister, Kaidan."

Peter recognizes the name from the conversation earlier. "Safe at home, just like I promised" is what Turner said. A dark feeling came over Peter. "What about your sister?" he asks.

Harleigh doesn't answer for a couple of seconds. When she does, her voice shakes. "You said you could cut me a deal, right? If I told you everything?"

Peter can't help but think how childlike Harleigh really is. Her actions, her emotions, her impulsive mind… It actually reminds him a bit of Neal.

He nods.

She swallows. "Turner offered me the job. I asked what was in it for me, and he told me half a million. I was already in the middle of another job, so I declined. But then he sent me pictures. They were of Kaidan. He threatened me; said that if I didn't help him, he would kill her. The pictures proved that he could. So I did it. I met Carter, and he said that he was threatened too. Whatever his reason… Turner wanted us to be the ones to do it. He could have easily chosen anybody else. And we're not the only ones he wants…"

"What do you mean?" Peter asks cautiously.

"Well what do you think?" Harleigh asks. "Turner wants Neal dead."

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DUN DUN DUUUN! Yeah I bet a few of you totally saw that coming. X] well here we go! Next chapter is on its way! :D I've been thinking a lot about the movie Mulan today. Any of you have the same thing going? Weird. Well, review please!