A/N: Hey. Sorry I've taken so long to post, I just got home. My mom and I went to town to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 and it was AMAZING! Sorry, getting off topic. So, yeah, chapter 14. This is where things start heating up. Thanks for all the reviews, they mean a lot. So, without further ado (or maybe adu, how should I know?) here is Chapter 14! (Oh, I have a camo apearance in this chapter, but with a slightly different name... Look for me!) -A

Chapter 14: Phone Calls

Neal had another day off the next day. He was still debating calling GT, and his best chance would be while Chris was at school. He argued with himself till about noon, when his burning curiosity won over. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number. It rang four times before someone answered.

"Hello?" a man's voice said.

"Geo Thomas?" Neal asked.

"Yeah... Who's this?"

"You can't figure that out?"

"Neal Caffrey," Geo said. "How'd you get this number, man?"

"You talked to Chris. Why?" Neal asked, ignoring the question.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Why did you talk to Chris?" Neal demanded, his voice a low growl.

"That's between me and her. Feel free to ask. I'm sure she'll tell you." Geo's voice was thick with sarcasm.

"Damn it, Geo! If you're up to something, I will not let you drag Chris down with you," Neal promised before ending the call. Frustrated, Neal threw the phone on the table and went to pour himself a glass of wine. This would not end well.

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Peter came over to June's at around two. Neal put on a flawless facade and kept Peter from being suspicious. They tried endlessly to find a motive behind the initals, but none came to mind. None that seemed likely, anyway.

At three-thirty, Chris walked in, throwing her bag on the couch before sitting next to Neal. He had to work extra hard not to slip up. He didn't want Peter to know... yet.

It was nearly four before anything happened. Chris' phone rang, startling everyone at the table. She pulled it out of her pocket and walked over to the couch.

"Hello?" she called in to the reciever.

"Chris, is anyone with you?"a man asked franticly.

"Just Dad and Peter."

"Pretend you're talking to Gia,"Geo told her.

"Okay," she agreed, slight confusion coloring her tone. She was painfully aware of Neal and Peter watching her. "What's going on, G?"

"Your dad called me,"he said calmly. Her mouth flew open in shock.

"He did what?"This conversation would be harder than she thought...

"Yeah. And he knows we talked."

"How?" She was trying not to start shouting at her father, or even start glaring at him, which was easier said than done.

"I don't know," Geo admitted. "He had the number I gave you. The one only you, Gia, and a few other friends have."

"He did not..." but her sentance trailed off, keeping her unwanted audience in mind. Geo didn't realize that.

"Yes, he did."

"What did you tell him?" she demanded.

"Nothing, I swear. But I think he knows I'm involved."

"What happened?" It wasn't exactly right for the conversation, but he would understand, and with any luck Peter and Neal wouldn't.

"Mozzie's been asking around the underground community for me. Word is, Neal's looking for me, and, unless I'm much mistaken, it's for similar reasons you called me."

"That sucks, Gia," she said, which conveyed to him 'shit!'

"Just thought I'd let you know... Oh! There's been another response."

"Really? What'd he say?" Again, a smoke screen.

"She said 'Yes, I got the offer. No, I didn't take it.'"

"Okay. Sorry, Gia. Talk to you later."

"Bye." The line went dead.

"What was that about?" Peter asked as she sat back down at the table.

"Oh, Gia just found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her," Chris lied smoothly and convincingly, raising no alarms. "I told her that he was going to hurt her. I even told him that if he did, he would have to deal with me." Peter and Neal laughed at this. Chris was trying hard not to glare at Neal, or yell, or call him out. It was difficult.

An hour later, Peter left, bidding them a good night. He closed the door behind him, and as soon as his foot steps faded from the stairs, she exploded.

"I cannot believe you!" He was taken aback.

"What?"

"That phone call, yeah, it wasn't from Gia."

"Then who was it?" She just stared at him until he got it. "Geo." She gave a sarcastic smil and nodded.

"I can't believe you looked through my bag, then looked at my contacts!"

"Geo isn't looking very good in this case, and I won't let him get you involved!"

"He's not involved!" she shouted. Neal scoffed.

"What makes you say that? His word?"

"Do you know a man named Charlie Turnway?" she asked. This froze him in his tracks.

"Yeah, he runs a forgery ring. Even asked me if I wanted a job."

"And what did he say when you turned him down?"

"That I'd regret not joining him... and Geo's a talented forger." Chris nodded slowly. "That means the initals could be him trying to frame us."

"That's what we thought, so Geo got ahold of some friends. We came up with six possible forgers, looked into them, and got word out to them."

"Who?" Neal asked, anger evaporated. She walked over to her bag and pulled out a blue folder, sitting it at the table. As she spoke, she flipped through photos.

"First is MD. Mark Demont is a forger who is particularly good with cubistic paintings. When we sent the message out to him to ask if he ever had a run in with Turnway, he said he declined a job offer.

"SF is Sam Friday. He mostly does abstract, but is fair in other types of paintings. Turnway offered him a job, but Friday had just gotten out of prison a few months prior and was getting out of the game.

"RL was a bit tough to track down, but we found her. Remey Lowell was a fence, but after a near-miss from a client with a gun, she started using her painting abilities to forge. Turned down Turnway last year.

"Katie Prince forged portraits,b ut was double-crossed by a 'friend' and was arrested. Same deal as Friday.

"Taylor Antell is TA. He was an amazing landscape artist, but his own work never took off, so he started forging. After getting one of Turnway's men arrested, unknowingly, he was offered the spot he now needed filled, but refused."

"What about AB?" Neal asked.

"She was hard to find, and Geo only just told me what she said when he called. Her name is Amanda Baughman. Her dad worked for Turnway and taught her how to paint slash forge. Last month, on her eighteenth birthday actually, he said that he wanted her to work with him. Geo just told me that she turned him down, like all the rest."

"This whole thing for revenge that may not even work," Neal said, shaking his head. Chris nodded slowly. "When did you plan to tell me this?"

"The second we were alone after I learned Amanda's answer. Which I did."

"We gotta tell Peter," Neal said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He expected her to protest, but she said nothing.

"Neal?"Peter asked, confused.

"Where are you?" the young man asked.

"Home. Why?"

"You might want to round up the Harvard crew and meet us at the office."