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11.

Angry like hell Rebecca went to June's house. She released herself from hospital just hours before and had some serious bone to pick with Neal, Mozzie and almost everyone. Her shoulder hurt badly and didn't help with her mood. Much to her surprise it was June herself who opened the door.
"Rebecca? What are you doing here?"
"I have to talk to Neal."
"Did no one tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
June invited her in and led her to the parlor.
"June, what is going on? The only one who visited me at the hospital was Elizabeth and that was only once in the whole two weeks. I bored myself to death."
"Neal ran."
"What? When?"
"A day after the doctors got you out of the artificial coma."
"He is gone for two weeks and no one told me? Why the hell did no one tell me?"
"Because we didn't know how to say it. Peter is looking for them but ."
"Them? Mozzie is gone too?"
"Yes."
Resigned Rebecca fell into the sofa and buried her head in her hands.
"How could he ...?"
June got up and opened a drawer at the board next to Rebecca.
"He left this upstairs on the table."
"I don't know if I want it."
"Take a look and decide it then."
With a sad sigh she accepted the envelope from June and opened it. A passport, a small card and a check came out. With a frown she looked into the passport.
"It's for you?" June asked astonished.
"It is even if it's on a different name and a French passport. Mozzie must have done this."
"But long before all this happened. It takes time and you were only put into a coma for a week."
Rebecca inspected the check and got confused even more. It would be enough for a plane ticket across the world.
"I think I know what this means," she said after she read the handwritten message on the card.
"You do?"
"Yes but there is only one way to find out if I am right."
"This would be?"
Again Rebecca looked at the passport. This time with a light smile.
"I think it's time for Noémi Aimée Bertrand to go home."

"Neal, how long do you want to stay? We've been here for the last two and a half weeks and Rebecca didn't show up. It's getting riskier with each day. You know it's just a matter of time when the suit will come close. I like her too but when do you intend to leave?" Mozzie nagged again like he did the whole last week. Neal sighed and leaned against the back of the bench. It was late afternoon and the sun was about to set. They stood on front of Notre Dame and watched the light play with the stained glass windows in front of them.
"Just until the end of the week, Moz."
"Mon frère, I hate to break it down to you but Rebecca got out of the hospital more than two weeks ago. You know this. She won't come. Don't do this again to yourself."
"She was heavily injured and she released herself. Maybe there had been some problems why she had to stay."
"I know but she must have been cleared for flying a week ago. The longer we stay here the higher the risk the suit will catch us. Again. Do you really want to give him this kind of victory?"
"Maybe it would be for the better."
"What?" Mozzie shrieked, "Did you go nuts? You want to get caught? Why did we even run?"
"No, but ..."
"If you intend to get caught because of me I think I need to give you the lecture of your lifetime," they heard a female voice behind them laughing. Surprised both turned around to found themselves face to face with a happy smiling Rebecca.
"You came!" Neal yelled with a broad smile. The next moment she jumped into his arms and kissed him. Neal pulled her close and tried to comprehend that Rebecca was really there in his arms.
"I wasn't sure if you would come."
"Neal, how couldn't I?"
"I mean after all you've been through and..."
Rebecca looked at him and the next thing Neal felt was a slap in his face.
"What was that for?"
"For running away without telling me! I wasn't sure if I had really seen you in the hospital when I woke up. I was wondering why no one came to visit me except Elizabeth. I was so furious until June told me everything and gave me the envelope."
"But it took you so long to get here."
"Yeah, sorry for the delay but the doc just didn't want to let me fly and I needed to get some things done. I landed this morning."
"What kind of things?" Mozzie asked suspicious.
"June helped me to open an account at a Swiss bank and transfer all my savings to it."
"Of course she did," Neal laughed.
"And she told me to tell you if we ever come back the apartment will be still yours."
"I don't think we need it."
"Well, I don't want to ruin this moment but ..."
"Don't worry about Peter," Rebecca snickered, "Even if he got the official order to find you again he isn't much into it. The whole unit is taking it easy as far as I can tell."
"They aren't searching for us?"
"No, and there are some weird things. Agent Jones told me if they don't manage it to find you within the next three years you won't get send back to prison because of the Geneva Convention. Escape is the first duty of a prisoner and can't be punished."
"We can come back to New York in a couple of years?" Mozzie asked hopefully.
"Yes, that's what it says. And I guess you two don't have an idea what happened to the treasure the FBI confiscated from Hagen? It didn't arrive at "The Cave" for some mysterious reasons. Seems like a probie was sloppy."
All three chuckled knowing. Neal nuzzled her cheek happily.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You still can back out. You don't have to live like that."
"Live like what? I think we are on a three years long journey through Europe," Rebecca snickered, "And maybe we can see some parts of Asia. I always wanted to see the Terracotta Army in China."
"Oh that's a great idea!" Mozzie yelled excited.
"But there is still one thing left," Neal said serious.
"This would be?"
"Are you ok with what we have to do? I really don't want you to turn into a criminal."
"To do what? I think no one can blame us when people lose stuff when we are around. Some things are just coincidental," Rebecca explained with an innocent look.
"Oh, how I missed those statements," Mozzie laughed.
"I missed you too," she let go of Neal to hug Mozzie.
"I hope you missed me more," Neal said with mock hurt.
"Of course but I am still angry on you for leaving without a warning."
"I had to..."
"I know. Officially you shot Hagen in self-defense. From what Peter told me it's not far from being the truth. Plus that worm survived and has to face a life time sentence now without any chance of contact to others."
"I know."
"Neal, if you had waited you wouldn't have to run."
"But it was time to cut the strings."
"I know. I guess we have to leave Paris soon," Rebecca stated with a melancholic tone.
"I think we can stay a couple of days."
"Really? Can we see Versailles?"
Mozzie and Neal snickered about her childish gleam.
"Of course. Let us see Versailles."
With happy faces they turned to the church again and watched the sun going down above them. Relieved Neal pulled Rebecca close. Mozzie knew his friends well enough to know that they needed some time on their own. He silently vanished leaving the couple to the view of the church.
"How did you know where to find us?"
Rebecca chuckled.
"Neal, you shouldn't have forgotten that I'm a very smart girl. We once talked that the window from Mosconi looks a lot like the stained glass windows from Notre Dame. And I always said I wanted to go back to Paris one day. And the birthplace in the fake passport was Paris."
"That's my smart girl."
They looked up to the windows and Rebecca leaned onto his shoulder.
"I've forgotten how beautiful they are."
"But not as beautiful as you are. Are you really sure you want to stay with us?"
"And if you ask me thousand times I am sure. New York wouldn't be the same without you and I'm not looking forward to the possibility of the FBI knocking every now and then on my door asking where you are. I want to be where you are no matter if it's dangerous or means we can't stay for long at the same place. And there is the option to go back after three years. I don't want to call it a good thing but all the crimes Hagen forced you to do Peter can't track them down without risking his own freedom."
"So you want to go back?"
"I don't know. As I said it's an option but at first I want to stay where you are."
"And your luggage?"
"You know where it is. Before I left New York I met with June and she gave me another envelope with the address of a certain hotel."
"You could have waited there."
"And miss out this romantic moment?"
"So, what do you think about a nice and romantic dinner?"
"That sounds amazing but you know it was a long flight and I'm very very tired," Rebecca said with a smug smile.

Hours later Neal used the opportunity to marvel at Rebecca's beauty while both were trying to catch their breath again. Softly he pushed some sweaty strands out of her face before he kissed her again. When they broke free from the kiss Neal rolled onto the side while Rebecca took her glasses from the nightstand. She quite frowned when she saw his broad smile.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing but I missed your habit of picking up your glasses."
"I'm very sorry to tell you but I plan to get rid of them and change to adherent lenses."
"Really? Why?"
"A lot in my life has already changed and I thought about it for a long time."
"No matter how... you look beautiful with or without them."
"And I thought there was more than just my beauty you're interested in."
"As you once said you're marginally easy on the eyes."
"I thought a little understatement would be better than to tell you that you're one of the most handsome men I've ever seen."
"You thought it would flatter my ego?"
"Your ego is big enough sometimes..."
"Do we really want to banter now?" Neal asked and pulled Rebecca close.
"No, I'm too happy to be with you again," she replied and rested her head on his chest while she wrapped an arm around his waist, "can I ask you something?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"I bet you and Mozzie already had an escape plan and were ready to run before I had been waking up. So why didn't you run earlier?"
"Becca..., I wanted to make sure that you're okay again before I leave."
"You wanted to go without me in the first place, didn't you?"
"I..., I thought I ruined your whole life with what I made you go through."
"You didn't. We both know why all this happened. You saved me."
"You think so?"
"I do. So, you wanted to leave me behind?"
"Yes and no. I let Mozzie make that passport for you before all this happened. I planned to run no matter what happens and wanted to ask you to come with us."
"And then Hagen happened and you thought it was better to leave me. Why did you gave me the chance to follow you?"
"Mozzie talked some sense into me."
"I think I need to thank him for this."
"I think we do."
"And he is ok with me coming along?"
"Why are you asking?"
"I don't know. The way he talked about a certain time... he didn't sound pleased to travel with female company."
"Maybe because the previous female company wasn't you."
"This could be," she smiled before she kissed him.
"Becca?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why did you go to Hagen?"
"I wanted to help. I thought I could exchange the original with your copy and..."
"And give me the chance to free myself. When Hagen had you...?"
"He didn't do anything, except for trying to make me work with him."
"He did?"
"Yes, he had footage of us stealing the window."
"Oh, but in the hospital they sad you were drugged."
"Uhm yeah, I dared to slap him. He thought putting me on sedatives was a good idea. But let us forget about that."
"You are right. The world lays in front of us."
"It does. What do you think about me cutting my hair?"
"You want to do what?"
"Cut it shorter."
"Why?"
"To change my look."
"No way you will cut your hair. I love you the way you are."
"But they probably will look after me first since I am not so experienced with this kind of traveling."
"You are right," Neal sighed, "But you could wear wigs. But don't ask Mozzie to help you with this."
"Why?"
"Because you probably end up looking like a 70`s actress."
"I always liked "Charlie's Angels". But I guess looking like one would be a bad disguise."
"It would. Means tomorrow we will get you some disguises and afterwards..."
"We see Versailles?"
"Yes."
"But Neal?"
"What?"
"We are only tourists there. If I catch you thinking about stealing something..."
"I will be a dead man?"
"Oh yes you would."
"And how would you do it?" Neal asked teasing.
"I think I have a good idea."
"Yeah?"
"Ever heard of how a succubus kills?"
"What a pleasurable death."
"Idiot," she smacked his arm but got stopped by him with a big smile. The next moment he pulled her close and kissed her fiercely.
"I missed this and I was pretty sure that it would never happen again," Rebecca said with a slightly sad smile after she broke free from the kiss.
"What?"
"Being close to you and being sure you'll be there tomorrow morning when I wake up. I had the suspicion you ran or ended up in prison when you didn't visit me. I thought I'd never see you again."
"It was safer this way."
"I know but you can be lucky you weren't around when I found out about it."
"It would have been more than just one slap?"
"Exactly..."
"Then I'm lucky I ran before," Neal chuckled and tipped the top of her nose.
"You're unbelievable and brazen."
"And still you're here."

"Cause I love you and that means I love every single part of you even the ones that annoy me sometimes."
"I love you too."

When Neal woke up the next morning he sensed that Rebecca wasn't next to him. He turned around and found her standing on the balcony wrapped in a long green silken robe. The early morning sun was lingering in her ginger hair. Even if he hadn't admitted it among Mozzie or others in those weeks without her he had missed her. He got up an went to join her.
Rebecca took a deep breath and looked over the Seine. She had missed being in France and especially Paris. And she was here with the man she loved and who had risked a lot to save her. She knew that a lot of people wouldn't understand how she could have decided for a life on the run. But she had her very own reason and she always believed that love could overcome all obstacles. She closed her eyes and sighed when she felt Neal wrapping his arms around her waist and softly kissing her neck.
"Bonjour ma belle," he murmured into her ear, "Enjoying the view?"
She turned her head around and smiled at him.
"Yeah, it is quite as good as the view from your apartment in New York."
"I know but I hope you're okay with it not to see it for a while."
"I am and it's incredibly beautiful here."
"But not as beautiful as the woman who is admiring it."
"Charmer," she chuckled.
"It's just the truth."
Rebecca snuggled back into his embrace and frowned.
"Neal?"
"Yeah?"
"You should get dressed."
"Why?"
"Because we're standing on a balcony and I don't think that our neighbors will be delighted to find out you're naked."
"I remember Europeans being very tolerate about it."
"Let's go back inside. I'm not looking forward to it to find out how tolerate people are around us."
"I thought you'd be up for an adventure."
"I am but I don't think that French prisons are just as fancy as I would like them."
"And what do you want to do instead?"
"I think I have an idea," Rebecca replied with a seductive smile and pulled Neal back with her.

Well folks, that was it. The ideas for a follow up are running around yelling to get out. One is about what happens now Rebecca followed Neal and one is about them coming back after years. There are still some things left Neal need to sort out. ;-) So watch out for a new story.