A/N: Hey Everyone! I'm glad you guys are liking this story so far :)
I just wanted to say thank you for being ever so patient with me and the updating with all the stories.
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Now without further ado, here's the next chapter :)
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(At The FBI Building)
(Neal's P.O.V.)
I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window that was behind me.
I sighed as I thought about Evelyn.
After dinner, Evelyn didn't stay. She said she would be in touch and left.
I wanted to go after her and convince her to stay, but I knew it wouldn't work.
I sighed again.
How am I going to fix this? I thought. She's the oldest friend I had. What do I have to do to fix us?
"How was dinner?" I heard a voice say.
I turned around in my chair and saw Peter looking at me amused.
"Fine." I said.
Peter's amused look turned into his concerned, suspicious, and confused look.
Until I met him, I didn't even know that look existed.
"Fine." Peter repeated. "Just fine? Nothing other than fine? Should I be concerned?"
"Oh, well, you know," I began, leaning forward and putting my elbows on my desk; my hands clasped together in front of me. "We plan on hitting the art museum next week. She heard about this valuable Van Gogh-"
"Alright, alright." He said. "Smart ass."
I smirked.
"Come on up to the office." Peter said. "We got a case."
And with that, I got up and followed Peter.
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(At the Park)
(Evelyn's P.O.V.)
"There you are!"
I looked away from the puppies, stationed by the window, and saw Mr. Dawson behind the counter with a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Dawson." I said.
"I've been waiting for you." Mr. Dawson said. "I have a surprise."
"A surprise?" I asked, walking over to him.
"Oh yes." He said with a chuckle. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
Mr. Dawson went into the back room behind the register. And when he returned, he was holding something square with a black cloth over it.
He sat it down upon the counter and looked at me.
"Ready?" He asked.
I nodded excitedly.
Mr. Dawson took off the black cloth.
In a cage was two white doves.
"Wow." I said, walking closer. "Where did you get them?"
"A friend of mine gave them to me." Mr. Dawson said. "She said they deserve someone to take care of them." He smiled softly at me. "I told her I knew someone who would do just that."
It took a moment for me to realize what he meant.
"Wait," I began. "Are you serious?"
Mr. Dawson nodded.
"I will not disappoint you, Mr. Dawson." I said, smiling big. "I promise I'll look after them."
"I know." He said.
I was sitting on a park bench, not too far from a water fountain, watching an old woman feed the pigeons at her feet.
I smiled as I watched them peck the ground at the food she dropped carefully on the ground.
My smile faded as I remembered last night with Neal.
I was nowhere near closer to getting that diamond for O'Riley.
There's got to be some way for me to figure out where Neal has his diamond collection. There must be clues somewhere around his place.
The question simply was, where?
I knew Neal well enough that he wouldn't keep it on his person. He would keep it somewhere else no matter how far away it was. As long as it was safe from curious eyes.
I looked at the statue of a woman playing the violin not too far from where I was siting.
I remembered Neal telling me he hid a ring there that he planned on giving to Kate.
I got up and strolled over there and inspected the statue.
I could tell there was something on the hand of the violinist but it had since been removed. You could tell by the remaining debris that was on the hand.
Maybe he actually gave the ring to Kate after all, I thought.
This thought was accompanied by sadness.
I shook my head and looked back at the old woman.
She was holding her bag upside down and shaking it; making sure every last piece of bird food was out of it. Shortly after she began to walk out of the park.
I looked back at the statue and sighed.
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(FBI Building)
(Neal's P.O.V.)
"Alright everyone," Peter began.
Jones, Diana, myself, and a couple others were sitting around the table looking at Peter, who was standing up in front of the TV.
"If you look into your folders you will see we're dealing with a counterfeiter." Peter said.
"Do we have a suspect of who's behind it?" One of the agents asked.
Peter smiled, moved to the left side of the TV, and pressed a button on the remote he had in his hand.
An image immediately appeared and I had to do a double take.
"Anybody know who this is?" Peter asked. "Jones?" He shook his head. "Diana?" She shook her head.
Peter's eyes landed on me.
"What about you, Neal?" Peter asked. "Do you know who this is?"
"No." I said.
Peter studied me for a moment before accepting my answer.
"Word on the street is, she's new in town." Peter said. "They say her name is Evelyn Cassel."
I looked back at the photo of Evelyn on the tv.
"Has she been on our radar before?" Jones asked.
"No." Peter said. "This is a first. But as you can see in your folders, she's pretty good. Maybe even better than Neal."
I looked away from her picture and gave Peter a sarcastic smile, which he returned.
"The only other name we know about that she goes by, is Cassie Rose." Peter said.
When Peter said Cassie Rose, it made me realize two things.
One, Evelyn was the one that Mozzie saw at my apartment.
And two, Mozzie was the reason why Peter is going after Evelyn now.
Damn it, Mozzie, I thought.
"Maybe Neal can use his contacts and see if we can get a location as to where she is." Peter said, looking at me.
I looked at Jones, Diana, and the other agents sitting at the table to see they were all looking at me too.
"That is," Peter began. "If he's comfortable with it."
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. "I'll ask around."
"Good." Peter said.
I gave him a smile.
Then, as Peter directed the agents what to do, I looked back at Evelyn's picture on the screen. Questions and worry swirling around inside me.
