Neal twisted the knob and the door swung open. The three consultants entered the small security room. TV screens with the current security footage playing plastered the walls. Gus locked the door behind them.

"Let's do some digging," Shawn said as he plopped down at the desk in front of the screens. Neal went through a filing cabinet on the opposite wall. Gus started sniffing around, literally.

"Hey, guys. Do you smell something?"

"Nope," Neal and Shawn said at once.

"It smells like paint."

"Well, we are in an art museum," Neal noted dryly.

"No, in this room. It smells like it's older, too."

"So, now you're an expert at identifying ages of paint?" Shawn asked skeptically.

"I took a class, Shawn." Gus continued to smell.

"I didn't find anything in here," Neal said, moving towards the desk, "Let me check out this desk and see if there's anything hidden in there."

Then all of a sudden, the door's lock clicked open and the handle began to turn.

"Neal, what do we do?" Shawn asked.

"Just... act casual," he suggested. Not much else to do, he thought.

In came a small, rather pudgy man with a large box in his hands. He dropped it in surprise when he saw three strangers that were most definitely not supposed to be in the security room.

"Who are you three?" he demanded.

"We are..." Shawn started.

"Maintenance, just checking up on everything since that piece was stolen," Neal finished.

"A maintenance worker... that wears suits?" the man said skeptically.

"Well, I was on my break. I was just about to change back into my clothes when my co-worker Shawn told me that all three of us were to check on the security system immediately."

"Well, don't mind me. I just have to get my personal belongings out of here."

"Do you work here?" Gus asked.

"Worked. I have to be moving on. I'm doing an online college course, actually," the man said it all very quickly and nervously.

"Well, here we can help you out," Shawn offered.

"Yeah, we got nothing else to do," Gus said helpfully.

"No, that's fine, boys," the man said, even though he was most likely the same age as them.

"Congrats on moving on," Neal said hurriedly, motioning Shawn and Gus to leave. They exited the security room and as soon as the door had closed, Neal showed a CD that was labeled in Sharpie as "Loop".

"Nicely done,"Shawn said, impressed.

"Seemed suspicious to me," Neal said as he pocketed the CD, "Let's show it to Peter."

"Man, do you ever go solo?" Shawn asked.

Neal looked at him straight in the eye, "More than you know."


In the ten minutes the three consultants were gone, Peter's group had gotten nowhere. They had just given up arguing with the uncooperative front desk worker.

"Well, Neal..." Peter said, turning around to find his CI gone, along with the psychic and his friend.

Lassiter cursed, "... Spencer! Where is he?"

As if on cue, they turned the corner. Shawn and Gus were fist bumping as Neal gave Peter the Caffrey grin. The FBI agent rolled his eyes as Neal held up the CD.

"Let's get going, looks like Shawn found something important," Juliet said to a sputtering Lassiter.

They all headed back to the FBI headquarters and popped the disk in a computer and displayed it in the conference room. Sure enough, the CD played the section of the museum where the stolen painting was previously.

"Well, looks like the guy you met is our thief," Diana Berrigan said as she stopped the loop that went for twenty minutes.

"He just doesn't seem to be the thieving kind, though," Shawn argued, "He seemed nervous, but I don't think he was the one that actually stole the painting. We're looking for a team."

Peter and Neal exchanged glances. They knew what both of them were thinking at the same time: Mozzie.

"I'll get on it," Neal pulled out his cell phone and dialed his paranoid friend.

"What's he getting on?" Lassiter asked, wanting to know, as usual, what was going on.

"He's getting a friend to help us," Peter said simply.

"Oh."

"What we aren't enough for you guys?" Shawn put his arm on Gus's shoulder and his other arm on Juliet's.

"Do you know who would coordinate the best heist team in New York City?" the voice came from Neal's cell phone. He had put Mozzie on speaker.

"You never know what they spirits will tell me," Shawn raised his hand to his head.

"Yeah, right. And I'm bald!"

The White Collar Gang cracked up. Neal took Mozzie off speaker and talked to him in hushed tones. After two minutes of everyone waiting impatiently for what Mozzie was telling Neal, the con man hung up.

"He said it was an elite project. There were two fall guys: the one you met and the guy caught on tape. That was all he had heard about it from his underground sources."

"Well, we still have to get the security worker, maybe he knows more than we think," Juliet said, walking out of the door.

"But, we got the proof illegally," Gus stopped her.

"We'll work on him and get him to confess real quick. Pretend we have legal evidence, and then we really will have it: A full blown confession." Peter said with a smile.


Back to the museum they went to harass the front desk lady.

"We're back!" Shawn said with vigor. She rolled her eyes and plopped down in her desk chair exasperatedly.

'What do you want this time?"

"Just a name," Peter said, trying to make peace.

"Finally, something I can do!"

"Who is the man that just quit. Short, pudgy? Security Room worker?" Neal asked.

"Mr. Caudwall?"

"Did he recently quit?" Lassiter demanded forcifully.

"Yes, he was acting very strangely lately." the lady noted.

"What was his first name?" Gus jumped in.

"Gregory Caudwell."

"Thank you so much," Juliet said over her shoulder as the group walked quickly away without saying another word.

"Hmph." the front desk woman said with contempt.


Peter and Neal were headed for Gregory Caudwall's apartment. The Psych gang decided to head back to their hotel. This had not been a relaxing trip like Juliet, Lassiter, and Gus had hoped for. Shawn didn't care either way. Once Lassiter went to his room, Juliet came over to the one Shawn and Gus were sharing.

"You busy Friday?" Shawn said nonchalantly.

"Nope, seven?" Juliet asked with a smile.

"Sure, that will work," he said with a nervous grin.

"What are we going to do?"

"Um... surprise!" Shawn said quickly.

"Oo, I love surprises," she kissed him and then slipped away.

"Wait, where are you going?" he called as Juliet went down the hall.

"Surprise!"

Gus shook his head, "You're so lucky."

Shawn just kept looking where she was standing previously, "I know."

Author's Note: MWAHAHA I finished, finally. I'll try and update soon. Review for major encouragement! Thanks for all the favorites and subscribing, but pretty please review.