OPSCR - Open Secret

From Anon on AO3:

A fic where the twins try really hard to keep the secret of them being twins from everyone but don't know that they are failing epically (if you've seen Teen Wolf you know what I mean by this and their terrible secret keeping skills coughcough Danny) and everyone knows about them but they still pretend like its a secret to humor them? I don't know but it would be pretty amazing any way you do this :) :) Thankss soo much dear

Notes: November is coming up, which means NaNoWriMo (google it if you don't know what it is). I will be participating and trying to write a 50,000 word novel in a single month. This, unfortunately, will mean slower updates for my fanfiction stories. I will still be updating just not as often because my writing time will be spent on my NaNo project.

"Bryce is in town," Jones announced, placing a photograph of two dark and wavy haired men sitting on June's balcony. They were both smiling and chatting away as if they didn't have a care in the world.

You'd never guess that one was a spy and the other was an ex-con working with the Feds.

"Oh, thanks," Peter said, breathing a sigh of relief. He had thought Neal had been acting suspicious lately and was ready to start questioning him on whatever it was he was planning. But, Bryce being in town just meant that Neal was being extra cautious to try and keep his brother away from the FBI.

Peter was going to have to question him anyway, so that Neal didn't catch on that they knew, but at least it wouldn't keep him up at night.

"You're going to mess with him, aren't you?" Jones questioned. Peter wondered if he was that obvious.

The knock at the door sent the people inside scrambling like cockroaches. It was obviously Bryce who opened the door, his hair was longer and parted to the side and not through the middle or sleeked back as Neal had his. The way he stood and the expression on his face were both wrong.

"What, no smile?" Diana questioned with a smirk. She had insisted on coming along.

Bryce tried but his smile wasn't the same as Neal's, it lacked the ease Neal held around them.

"Can I come in?" Peter asked.

"Uh..." Bryce glanced back into the apartment before adding, "no."

"Really?" Peter questioned, putting as much suspicion into his voice as he could. He cocked an eyebrow and moved like he was trying to see beyond Bryce and into the apartment.

"Oh, move over Boss," Diana said, pushing past Peter and shoving the door open. "Tell the little guy I don't want to see anymore poems, sonnets or anything like that. I don't care if they lead me to criminals on the run, stolen merchandise, or sunken treasure."

"Okay," Bryce nodded, looking a little overwhelmed. "I can tell him that."

"Good."

Diana smirked as they walked away.

"Really?" Peter questioned. Then he thought over what she said and asked, "does Mozzie really do that?"

"It's mostly harmless," Diana responded, "and I'm sure he'll play along when we explain it to him, he doesn't like Bryce very much."

Peter made an agreeing noise. "The little agent on Neal's shoulder. I can see why someone like Mozzie wouldn't like him."

Back at the apartment, Bryce shut the door and, for extra measure, locked it.

"I really doubt that would keep either of them out," Neal questioned with a smirk, emerging from his hiding place.

"It'll delay them long enough for me to get my gun," Bryce quipped back, unwilling to acknowledge just how terrifying Diana had seemed. He wondered how his brother managed to work with these people. Peter, with all his questions, Mozzie, with all his... eccentricities and now, Diana, just plain intimidating.

He was glad he didn't live in New York.

The FBI and the CIA liked to keep tabs on each other. So, when Peter Burke turned up in Burbank with his consultant Neal Caffrey in tow, Chuck was immediately notified.

"You know what sucks?" Morgan said, making conversation while Chuck checked his bank account in the employee break room. "We know his shoe size but haven't even met the man."

"Well, meeting him would be suspicious," Chuck responded, "and Bryce might find out."

"Why are we hiding that we know again?" Morgan sighed.

"Bryce wants the CIA to remain unaware of his twin brother's existence and the CIA doesn't want him to have reason to go rogue over someone who's already working for the Feds."

"It's a stupid to think Bryce could go rouge over something like that."

"True. But the CIA has asked worse of me, so I'm willing to play along. Besides, I'd tell him if his brother was in any danger from the CIA."

"But the CIA wouldn't tell you if he was in danger," Morgan pointed out. He gasped in excitement. "We could hack into the CIA and find out!"

"No," Chuck responded instantly.

Morgan went on as if he hadn't heard.

"And while we're at it, we could look into the moon landing. I bet a friend 50 bucks that it's real."

Chuck shook his head and ignored his friend's ranting. Apparently, Morgan was in a race to prove the moon landing.

Bryce ducked into the back storeroom.

"Hey, employees only!" Morgan barked.

"I work for your boss too," Bryce responded, "besides, I can't be seen out there."

Morgan grumbled something about how it wasn't the same, just because Chuck owned the Buy More and Carmichael Industries, did not mean working for one meant working for both.

It did for Morgan but he was just that awesome. He was awesome enough to give a manly squeak as he noticed just who Chuck was serving at the Nerd Herd counter.

"Look, I'll need your password at least to get into the system."

"Are you an FBI agent?" Morgan questioned, bounding up to Peter Burke as if it was Christmas and he was Santa Claus. He smiled excitedly.

"Uh, yes?" Peter responded, pointing to the badge around his waist. He had found that, in places like this, his badge helped things move smoother. Whether the employees were quick to get him out because Feds were bad for business or whether they actually respected his job, he didn't know. Nor did he care. Quick in and out was best for places like this.

"Do you have a gun?" Morgan asked.

"Doesn't that idiot see enough guns?" Casey questioned out loud and within Bryce's hearing.

Bryce sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Peter Burke being in town was bad for his health.

Neal was laying about on the hotel bed when Peter walked in.

"So, they manage to fix it?" he asked, referring to Peter's laptop which picked a terrible time to refuse to start.

"I'll have to go back tomorrow," Peter responded, only noticing the way Neal's body tensed because he was looking for it.

He wondered if he was being a little mean, letting Neal panic over keeping a secret he already knew, but he considered it a little payback for all the stress and worry Neal put him through on an almost daily basis. Right now, Neal was determined to spend all him time in the hotel in order to minimise any chance of being mistaken for Bryce.

It kind of served Neal right for underestimating Peter's ability to know everything about the criminals he chased (and caught).