Based on the review by Quinis: "Oh I just thought of something! How does Neal get his 'nerd' stuff/information? And how does he keep it secret from the rest of the team (especially when Peter is suspicion personified at times)?"


Neal opened the door after the correct series of knocks (the Master's drumbeat from Doctor Who) and looked around furtively, as if trying to spot any would be followers.

Ushering Mozzie in and closing and locking the door behind him, he finally looked at his suspicious friend.

"Did you get it?"

He asked.

Mozzie pulled a large package out from under his jacket. "It was not easy, Mon frere."

Neal smiled gratefully and grabbed for it.

"The Suit knows nothing about this?"

Mozzie asked, handing the sensitive package over.

"Nope. We accounted for every gap in our plan."
Neal held the package carefully so as not to disturb the valuable contents. Vaulting over the back of his couch, Neal checked out the windows of his balcony. Seeing no one, he settled in on the couch, waiting for Mozzie to join so they could enjoy their loot together.

Mozzie did join, handing him a glass of his best wine. It was a momentous occasion, after all.

Neal slowly slid the package open, controlling his fingers so they didn't shake. Upon seeing the contents, both he and Mozzie gasped. Men had killed for lesser than this.

It was… an early release copy of Sherlock Series four.


"Hey, Neal."
Peter greeted his friend as he entered the Taurus on the way to the office. Neal had sort of an awestruck look on his face, like he was digesting an impossible heist or had just seen a man jump off a building and survive.

The conman mumbled a greeting back, still distracted.

Suspicious, Peter glanced at the back entrance of June's, barely visible from the street but a favorite exit of Moz's.

Sure enough, as Peter was pretending that the car was stalling so that he could keep a look out, the little guy snuck out the back entrance.

He hadn't bothered with a disguise today; he had the same stunned look on his face and looked as if he couldn't be bothered.

Pulling away, Peter vowed to find out what his partner was up to.


Neal was still in shock from the season four cliffhanger. All either of the two could say for an hour after finishing their marathon were little squeaks. They had drunk almost an entire bottle of wine, but still, it didn't go away.

I mean, yeah. Neal knew some criminals and even some murderers, but no one so sadistically evil as Moffat.


Peter clutched the little container of homemade ice cream as he crept up the stairs to Neal's apartment. El had had extra, and besides, it made a pretty good cover for the spying (er, investigating) he was about to do on Neal.

He had checked the conman's tracker- nothing out of the ordinary- although he couldn't track Mozzie, even if it would make his life a heck of a lot easier.

Peter eased himself up the stairs, making as little noise as possible and yet still knowing that the occupants of the room would hear him anyway. It seemed to be a creepy skill Mozzie and Neal had picked up over the years; they could hear his footsteps from a mile away.

However, a heated argument seemed to be going on tonight and Peter's presence went unnoticed.

"But it's physically impossible, Mozzie!"

"Neal, you just need to look at the layout I added here. See, if the wall was removed, he could have slid down here and…"
"How would he move an entire wall? I still think my mirror theory was the right one."

"No way! Wait- no, neither of these could happen because remember, there was a guy… here!"

During what appeared to be Neal's shocked silence, Peter risked opening the door just a crack and peering in. Neal and Mozzie had a full set up in front of them- what Peter realized in horror appeared to be blueprints and a model of a room.

The two looked stumped, looking at one of their stand- in figures as if it held the answer to life, the universe, and everything.

"You know, I'm still not sure how he did season three…"

Neal petered off, rubbing his face.

Mozzie nodded, casting aside a piece of thread he appeared to have been using as a stand in for a harness.

The set up was beginning to feel awfully familiar to Peter… some show that El had made him watch at some point. He couldn't remember anything else, and the probability of Neal planning a heist was much greater.

Neal dropped into a chair, letting the stand in that the two had glued a mustache onto clatter next to a simulated security camera.

"It's impossible."

Mozzie muttered, wiping the sweat that had dripped onto his glasses off.

Neal threw up his hands.

"I freaking hate Sherlock!"


Disclaimer: Neither do I know the ending of series four, nor does Neal hate Sherlock. However, I think everyone hates Sherlock just a little bit after every season finale, so it's a safe assumption.