While glad that Scott had turned himself in, Neal felt slightly ill for the rest of the day. Peter smiled at him and told him he was proud of him for talking with Wayne but it did little to calm the churning in Neal's gut and the throbbing in his head.

"Dick," Peter tried. However, the name felt like a stab.

"Don't!" he bellowed, slamming his hand on Peter's desk. Down below, agents stopped and looked up, wondering what was going on between their boss and his conman. Neal took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He wasn't going to hurt Peter. "I'm not ready to hear that name."

Peter breathed out and walked over. He sat Neal down and took his seat across the desk.

"Things are complicated between you two, I accept that. Perhaps the only reason we met is because things became complicated between you and him. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

Neal rest his head on Peter's desk. "Perhaps. But things are always complicated with my family. I just wish they'd back off a little and let me live my life without feeling guilty."

"Guilty?" Peter questioned. Neal sighed.

"Yeah," he hummed. "It's like... I'm supposed to be there for them but, sometimes I want to do my own thing. They act as if I'm selfish for doing that. For hanging with my friends. Then they get mad when I hover because I have nothing outside of them."

"Sounds a little like you've spoilt them," Peter mused. Neal glared at him. "Come on, I've seen you with Mozzie. When you care about someone, you do anything to make them happy. Even listen through hours of conspiracy theories."

"It's not as difficult as it sounds," Neal pointed out.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "It's okay to feel a little guilty. But don't let that stop you from being a little selfish from time to time." Before Neal could argue, he added, "do you think I don't feel guilty whenever I stay late at work, leaving El alone for dinner? Because I do. I just be a little selfish sometimes."

Neal took a moment to process that. "That's something I might have forgotten how to do."

"Or am slowly remembering," Peter mused. "It's not like you do everything Mozzie wants. Otherwise, I get the feeling you wouldn't be sitting here."

Neal chuckled. That was probably true.

Neal opened his apartment door to find Jason sitting there with Mozzie. Mozzie was wiring up some kind of small radio and Jason was reading a book with his feet up on the table.

"Neal!" Mozzie greeted him with a grin.

"How'd it go?" Jason asked with a frown.

Neal bit back his first response which was to tell Jason to get out. "Fine," he said shortly instead.

Jason didn't seem convinced but he moved on anyway. There was a reason he was here after all. "So I did a little checking around. Found out who Larssen is said to have worked for."

"How'd you do that?"

"Employee records and things. He worked for Vincent Adler for a time. Strangely enough, I can't find an end time for that job."

"Adler?" Neal questioned. A glance at Mozzie's face told him that this was his first time hearing this too. "As in the Ponzi schemer?"

Jason barked a laugh and almost ended up rocking the chair down onto the floor. Instead, the chair dropped back down with a bang so he was sitting normally. "Come on, I checked employee records. I know you worked for Alder for some time."

"It was a con," Neal responded faintly. "Adler ran before we could make payday."

"He figured Neal out," Mozzie sighed. "A failed mission. Do you really think he is behind this?"

Jason nodded. If he was certain, then there was a high chance that Adler was behind this. Jason would have double, triple, quadruple checked everything.

Neal stared at the thing Mozzie was building. "So, what's so important that a rich Ponzi schemer wants it?"

"Tim's looking into that," Jason commented.

"The important question is, do you tell the Suit?" Mozzie mused.

"I probably should," Neal said. "He's involved as well."

"Maybe you should wait until we know what Adler is after," Jason suggested.

They didn't have to wait long. Tim called up, all excited about what he had found out. He made it to the apartment with the speed of someone who used rooftop routes to cut time. Mozzie looked a little curious at that, face screwing up in concentration as he calculated how long it should have taken Tim.

"It's a Nazi submarine!" Tim announced with glee.

Jason's face was a bland deadpan as he responded with a flat, "what?"

"The thing the fractal antenna leads to. It's a Nazi submarine." Tim pulled out a map which he spread out on the table. There were U-boat numbers marked over the water. "Towards the end of the second world war, the Nazis sent out a number of U-boats. Their contents unknown. As far as we know, many of them sunk to the bottom of the ocean in unknown places. But the antenna will probably pick up the distress signal from one of these missing U-boats!" Tim was barely breathing as he quickly explained all of this.

Jason let out a low whistle. "What's in there that's worth killing over?"

"Hitler clones," Mozzie responded.

Neal sighed. As exciting as it was, he could probably wash his hands of it. He recalled what Peter said about how he could be selfish. "You guys can look into it. I'm out."

"What?" Tim had frozen and was staring at him with large eyes.

"You guys can handle Adler. I'm not getting mixed up with him again. Besides," Neal pointed to his anklet. "I'd just weigh you down."

"Neal, I'm not going without you," Mozzie said.

"Forget him. He's just leaving us the way he does best," Jason huffed.

"But, what about Alex Hunter?" Tim questioned.

Mozzie and Neal froze at the name.

"I'm sorry, how does she fit into this?" Neal asked.

"You know her?" Jason crossed his arms over his chest.

Tim smiled slightly as he explained, "she's the granddaughter of Michael Hunter, deceased, also known as Gerhardt Vogner. Vogner came to the US just after the war, immigrating here with the insistence that he had information the government would be interested in. He was sent to the detention centre and escaped without telling anyone his secret. Adler was obsessed with tracking this guy down."

Neal and Mozzie shared a look. If Adler was obsessed with tracking Vogner down, what would he do to the man's only living relative? They had no doubt that Alex knew something about this U-boat, otherwise she wouldn't have been so insistent in her search for the music box.

"I hate to say this, but we might need the Suit's help for this," Mozzie said to Neal. "We need to track Alex down."

Peter looked over the information Jason and Tim had given Neal.

"Practising your forgery skills again?" Peter questioned as he squinted at the handwriting present on the pages. Theories and connections spilled over the margins, the sign of someone who had thought a little too hard and long about the U-boat mystery.

"Actually, Tim found the information. That's his handwriting."

"Tim? As in Timothy Drake-Wayne?"

Neal slumped his shoulders at the pleased tone in Peter's voice. "We didn't make up, he's just hanging around until we get Adler."

"He should leave it to the proper authorities," Peter commented.

"And wait until you have a holiday to check out every lead, even the ones outside of New York. Tim had to go to southern Argentina to get this information."

"What was in Argentina?"

"Adler's estate. The one he fled to when he ran."

"Of course," Peter sighed. Of course Neal was right. Tim had done them a favour. "Alright, let's track Alex down."