Notes: I'm actually going away over the weekend, travelling to visit my grandparents. They don't really have internet, so I'll be using the data on my phone. Which is about 2GB. I should be able to do usual stuff but it might not work (it's the first time I'll be using it like that). I'm warning everyone ahead of time that I might vanish on Friday and resurface Sunday or Monday.

Also, on this chapter: the maths on the money taken comes from the script of the show. I point this out because it doesn't seem accurate to me but maybe I'm missing something. All the numbers came from the show and some of the dialogue.

Peter found a hedge fund manager called Edward Walker. The kind of guy with a lot of time and money on his hands as well as a passion for Aivazovsky paintings. Neal went with him to meet the guy. By the end of the first meeting, Neal knew Walker was behind it. He just had to prove it and get the guy behind bars where he belonged.

As Neal and Peter were leaving, Walker refusing to tell them anything without a warrant, Walker called out, "Mr. Caffrey, a suggestion for the next time you commit a crime. Don't get caught."

Peter frowned at Neal as he slammed the car door.

"We'll get him," Peter promised.

Neal nodded stiffly and waited for Peter to bring up Neal's other mistake while they were up there. Walker let Neal hit a golf ball off his balcony and into the bay. Except, Neal's hands had been trembling and he missed, shooting the ball off towards the pier. He knew Peter had noticed as the agent hadn't stopped glancing at his hands.

"The guy from the other day, Jason," Peter mused as he drove. "Have you seen him since?"

"Why?" Neal questioned automatically. "Is he suspected of something?"

Peter didn't respond. Neal found that odd. If Peter had found anything criminal about Jason, he would be telling Neal about it.

"Neal, what is your relationship to him?" Peter asked.

Neal paused for a moment to think about it. There was a chance that Peter was putting feelers out, trying to figure out how Neal fit into the puzzle that was Jason Todd. Because everyone else in his family was more interesting than Neal. After all, his friends sometimes became his brothers' friends.

"Neal Caffrey doesn't have a relationship to him," Neal responded. "It's just that he wants to hang around. It's probably because he's been hired to stop the Architect and I'm close to this case and not a fed."

Peter hummed in thought and focused on the traffic. The drive was silent and Neal felt it itch at his skin.

"Peter, I'm sure it'll be fine. We'll get Walker long before he can do anything." Neither of them knew which 'he' Neal was referring to.

"I hope so," Peter said. Back at the office, they were working on other cases and trying to place Walker in the cities at the same time the Architect appeared.

Neal managed to get a cloned copy of Walker's timetable. He and Mozzie hit the secretary, Neal chatting her up while Mozzie cloned the SIM from her phone hidden in the shadows of two tables over. The days when the other cities had been hit, the calendar had been coloured green.

The next days was also coloured in green. Walker was supposed to have a meeting at the bank at noon.

"Do I want to know how you got this?" Peter asked when Neal presented him with the information.

"Do I have to tell you?" Neal countered with a grin.

Peter frowned. "Did you mention this to Jason at all?"

What? "Jason? No? Why?" Neal's heart thudded in his chest. He knew Peter would probably want a little more firepower. Or maybe it was how Jason could move around without being tracked because he wasn't on an anklet.

"Good," Peter said. "Don't mention it to him. I don't need private security hanging around our case."

Neal hoped the relief he felt didn't show on his face.

The bank robbery didn't happen. Instead they found a clock which went off inside the bank. A taunt. They had been set up. Hughes and the higher ups were not happy. It didn't matter though because bank alarms started going off after the meeting between them and Peter. Only a couple of the banks were left silent.

"They're spreading us thin," Peter growled. As the elevator took them down, he turned to Neal. "Alright, let's start again. Why did he send the card?"

Neal suggested that Walker was trying to challenge them. That it was a test. Like how they tested the bank security. They found the weak points Walker could have used.

"We revealed the bank's weaknesses to him," Neal realised. They had made it easier for Walker to walk in and take whatever he wanted. The banks hadn't had time to implement most of the suggested changes, exactly as Walker planned it.

"Which means that he's probably going to hit one of the original five." One of the five banks which they had done security runs on. Neal's phone went off.

Unknown number.

"Hello?"

"There's thirty-five alarms going off across the city," Jason said. "I need to know if you or your FBI friends have managed to narrow it down."

"How did you get this number?" Neal questioned instead. Of course, he and Peter knew which bank was going to be hit. It was going to be the one where Renee was working. She was the only one now who knew the codes to get into the vault. It was because of Neal's suggested changes that the codes changed daily, which she was in charge of.

"Seriously?" Jason huffed. "I looked it up. Anyway, I'm hacking through the feeds for all the banks and am trying to spot these guys. Save me some time."

"We're being spread out across the city," Neal said, not technically lying. "Good luck, Jay. We're going to need it."

Neal and Peter got to the bank, but not in time. Renee had been forced to open the vault and Walker's crew got away. Peter had fired some impressive shots, taking out the guns of their scouts. However, no one was captured. Worst of all, Walker was now filing a lawsuit against the FBI for harassment and defamation of character.

Neal bit his tongue to keep from talking. He knew that if Jason knew about Walker, the man might not last long. Even though it was drawing this case out, Neal wanted this win for himself and the FBI. Something to prove to his family that he wasn't useless.

"Come on," Peter said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go get this guy."

Neal nodded and took slow breathes to calm his shaking hands. Waiting for them in the conference room was Jones, complete with the footage from the robbery.

Peter went straight for the file and opened it.

"Looks like they got away with eight point two million," Peter said as Jones paused the playback. On the screen, masked men were picking up briefcases filled with the stolen money.

"Are you sure?" Neal questioned. He was looking at the briefcases, something not really adding up in his head. He was estimating but he still didn't think those cases could hold that much.

"Jones has excellent penmanship," Peter quipped and Jones nodded his head in thanks for the compliment.

Neal grabbed a pen and paper and started rattling off information. He asked for an estimate on the size of the cases. There were around eight in all, the bills were all Franklins and packed in groups of one hundred. The size of a pack and the size of the cases meant that each case held only $960 000 in cash.

The robbers only walked out with six point five million, tops.

"There's over a million dollars unaccounted for," Jones commented. Neal was onto something.

"That sounds like enough for a share," Peter said. He had an idea where that share may have gone. "Alright, new angle. Let's check inside the bank for our share."

They found it. Renee had opened a box in a dead uncle's name. They received a warrant and took Renee down to open it. The arrest was mostly uneventful and Renee flipped on Walker.

Neal went home, high on a win.

Mozzie was sitting at the table when he walked in.

"Moz," he greeted the other man happily, looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Relax. Your tag-along private fed left a while ago," Mozzie said. Neal breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"Any news?"

Mozzie pulled out a file. "I have something... interesting for you."

Neal took the file and opened it. It was a picture of a music box but not their music box.

"What is this?"

"That is the music box, as logged by the FBI."

"Moz," Neal said in a 'don't try and trick me' tone. They both knew it wasn't the box.

"Somewhere between your office and DC, it turned into that."

"So where's the box now?" Neal questioned, wondering if they could use it find Fowler.

Mozzie hummed. "The Lady Suit had it."

"What?"

"The Lady Suit had it. Stephanie sent me a picture of it, inside the Lady Suit's apartment. Then, nothing."

"Nothing?" Neal questioned.

"I haven't heard from her since."

Neal couldn't help thinking of the worst case scenarios with a spike of worry in his chest.

"Relax. She's fine. But you may get a phone call from the Suit later, wondering where the box is."

Neal did. He had to admit, he had no idea where the box had gone. He said that there was someone else who knew about it. Peter assumed Alex. Neal didn't correct him.

"What's so important about that music box, Neal?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me. You have an idea and I know you're looking into it during your off time. What's so important about that box?"