OPSCR2 – No Secret
From ocgirl on AO3, Trackers vs Guns, chapter 34;
"Sweet ! You should do one where the boys find out that everyone knew :)"
The FBI and the CIA liked to keep tabs on each other. So, when Carmichael Industries had a mission in New York, the White Collar office in the FBI were in silent uproar.
Diana wanted to go meet them, Jones wanted a regular week, Peter was calculating whether it was possible to have Chuck and Sarah over for dinner without Neal finding out and Agent Blake was wondering if spies counted as spies when the whole office seemed to know they were there.
Neal was oblivious to the reason behind Peter's phone calls to El, Diana's constant visits to his office and Blake's Google search suddenly including spy novels. Bryce had sent him a message from an unknown burner phone to tell him that he was in New York.
[You're not staying with me again,] Neal sent back to his twin.
Bryce vanished after they made it out of the airport. Chuck believed it had something to do with their taxi driver.
When they were greeted with, "figured out the moon landing hoax yet?" Chuck knew it had something to do with their taxi driver.
"Why did we bring Morgan?" Sarah sighed into her hands as Morgan started telling Mozzie about this 'Mythbusters' episode he had to see.
"Only if I get to take you to lunch," Mozzie responded, "the Suits' treat, of course."
"But, it's dinner time," Chuck pointed out.
"You have much to learn, young Padawan," Morgan mused with Mozzie nodding in the driver's seat.
"Why did it have to be New York?" Casey grumbled, not a fan of the Big Apple.
"Because Bryce volunteered us and because Neal lives here."
"And The Moz," Morgan added.
"Right, and the Moz," Chuck responded, humouring him.
"'The Moz', capital 'T'," Morgan corrected.
Chuck turned to Sarah and questioned how Morgan knew how he was saying it.
Casey actually smiled when he saw Jones, another person not as pleased about this as everyone else was.
"John Casey and Clinton Jones, friends," Diana mused with a smirk. "I would like to point out that I saw this coming."
"Here," Mozzie grumbled, handing her a five as Casey sat down next to Jones. Diana turned to Sarah next.
"Someone should have warned me not to bet against you," Sarah sighed, digging around in her bag for the money.
"Honey!" Chuck squeaked, surprised that his wife was a gambler.
"Let it go, bro," Morgan said, moving to sit next to Mozzie. Mozzie was seated away from everyone else and no one wanted to know why.
Peter pulled Chuck away to ask how their mission was going while El wrapped Jones and Casey up in a discussion about the food at this restaurant.
The food came and everyone started eating. They were partway through their meals and Chuck was telling a story about the time he disarmed an explosive mine using a juice box when two, identical yet not completely synchronised voices spoke.
"Seriously?"
Bryce and Neal stood at the end of the table, both in fine suits which belonged to Byron, and with narrowed eyes and deep-set frowns.
"So they did know," Bryce commented when he noticed the lack of surprised looks. June had told them as much, tired of watching the deception around them.
"Yes, they did. And they're eating at one of the best restaurants in New York," Neal commented, turning slightly towards Bryce.
"Yes, they are. And they didn't invite us," Bryce bounced back with a mirrored move.
"No, they didn't. How rude."
"How rude indeed."
The table was silent.
Then, "oh, get over it, you babies." Diana stared at them, not the least bit impressed. "You were trying to hide each other from us too."
"Yeah, but if you had told us you knew, then we wouldn't have had to," Neal countered.
"You hid it in the first place," Diana responded. "Now, you can whine about it or pull up a chair and join us."
Neal and Bryce shared a look. It was surprised and amused and then agreement as they pulled up chairs and sat down, both reaching for menus at the same time.
"So, who's paying?" they asked, this time in complete sync.