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Jones, Neal and Felicity were about to cross the street when the red hand appeared on the street light. Quickly, a mass of people were all waiting for the sign to change. Felicity made her move then. Pretending to tie her shoe, she crouched down. The light turned green and everyone started to walk forward. Jones didn't notice the girl stooped low and continued forward. Neal gave her a look as if to say, "If you must..." . Felicity flashed him a grin and walked the opposite way. She was lost in the crowd. The FBI agent reached the other side of the sidewalk and looked around desperately. "Where'd she go, Caffrey?"
"I have no idea," he said innocently.

"But you left her leave?" Neal put his head to one side and shrugged, "Peter is going to kill me, Neal!"

"She'll come back."

"How do you know?"

"She's way over her head with this, Jones. Atlier versus a fifteen year old, who do you think will win?"

"Could you beat Atlier at your age?" Jones asked.

"I'm not saying I couldn't..."

"I don't see a difference then."

"You're comparing her to me?" he asked, a little taken aback.

"She's a smaller, female version of you, Neal. Don't kid yourself."

"You lost her?" Peter was outraged.

"She disappeared, sir. I take full responsibility."

"Neal, you let her go, didn't you?"

"I may have left her out of my sight long enough for her to make a get away..."

"Neal! You just let the one person who can help us get Atlier walk away!"

"Peter, Felicity will come back. You'll see her tomorrow, I guarantee it." Neal gave him the "I know I'm in trouble, but I don't care" grin.

"You had better, Caffrey."

Meanwhile, Felicity was in Central Park watching a little girl getting swung in between her two parents. The teen looked bitterly away and whipped out her work cell phone. She dialed the number Atlier had contacted with her first.

"Who's this?"

"It's Harlem," Felicity said, using her pseudonym, "Just leave me alone."

"I can't do that, Harlem. You took what's rightfully mine."

"I still have the cash, Atlier. It's yours for free if you stop messing with me."

"All of it?"

"To the last cent. I'm in way over my head, I'll admit it."

"I was trying to teach you a lesson, Harlem. Did you learn it?"

"I have to choose my fights more carefully. I get it. So, is it a deal?"

"When?"

"Same time, same place as the drop off."

"Alright, Harlem. I'll send one of my guys..."

"No!" Felicity interrupted, trying to keep the panic out of her voice, "I want it face to face."

"Why would I do that?"

"You want the million?"

"Alright, kid. You're good. Wednesday, 11:30. Be there."

"Same to you," she said, hanging up. Felicity smiled in victory.

Neal was outside of June's house, waiting for the fifteen year old criminal mastermind. He glanced at his watch, 7:59. The second hand hit the twelve, and at that moment Neal saw a figure appeared out of the corner of the house.

"Right on time," Felicity said, smiling.

"Alright, where are we going?"

"My place, which happens to be in your two mile radius!"

"Really?"

"Yep, follow me."

Neal was sure she was leading him to the wrong place. Felicity stopped in front of a huge apartment building. By the looks of it, the rent was highly priced.

"Thanks, Hue," she said to the doorman. They walked through the doors and was thoroughly surprised. It was an elegant foyer with a large chandelier.

"Elevator or stairs?"

"What floor do you live on?"

"Sixty-fifth," Felicity sad, pushing the button for the elevator. They started rising up.

"So did you contact Atlier?"

"Naturally."

"Did he take the bite?"

"If there were a million dollars on the lines, would you take it?"

"Well, yeah..."

"I rest my case. It's on Wednesday,11:30 PM in a corner street on Broadway."

"I'm impressed."

"You should be. So, what are we going to do first?"

"Plan your escape, or do you want to go back into the Foster system?"

Felicity couldn't deny it, it was tempting. Go to school, be a normal kid... She couldn't back down now, though. She had chosen this path a long time ago.

"Never." The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She turned right to the room 212.

"Let's get started, then," Nel said, sitting down on the white leather couch.

"How's this going to go down?"

"Knowing Peter, you'll go about normally, then get Atlier to admit what he's done. You'll probably have a recording device on you. FBI will move in and this whole thing will be over with."

"So what's your plan?"

"Do everything up to 'and this whole thing will be over with', Felicity."

"Explain."

"Once the FBI move in, you move out."

"Can I keep the cash?"

"Definitely."

"So, Atlier gets caught, and I become a millionaire. Perfect day for all of us. I'm impressed."

"You should be," he mimicked.

"They won't notice me leaving?"

"Not if you have an FBI jacket on."

"Sweet! Could I keep that too?"

"Whatever you want, kid."

"Cool. We put the cash and the jacket in the bag, everything goes according to plan, FBI are bustling around, I slip out unnoticed."

"Exactly."

"Can you help me with signatures?"

"Sure, Felicity."

"Tomorrow forgery?"

"Breathe, Caidmen. But yes, we can do that."

"Wednesday morning, art?"

"Just art, not art forgery?"

"Yup, I gotta have a hobby."

Neal looked at her suspiciously, "Alright..."

"You're the best!"

"I know, I know," he said with a grin.

The Burkes were having their regular dinner. Peter was particularly deep in thought this evening.

"What's the case about, hon?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's this girl. She's fifteen and got involved with Jason Atlier. She came to Neal and convinced her to come to us."

"I see, where are her parents?"

"Dead, she's good, though. Somehow her file got deleted. Felicity Caidmen doesn't exist, but she's here."

"Neal! You left her alone! Why didn't you bring her here?"

"El, I didn't let her go. She gave us the slip during Lunch break."

"Sounds like Neal..."

"She's literally Neal, miniaturized!"

Elizabeth laughed, "Keep your eye on her. How old is she?"

"Fifteen."

"The poor girl, do you think..."

Peter interrupted, "Elizabeth, no. We already have to take care of Neal. I wouldn't be able to handle two of them."

"What are you going to do with her once this is over?"

"We're going to have to put her back in Foster care."

"Is it really the only option."

" 'Fraid so, El."