Author's Note: First of all thank you for all the reviews they make me so freaking happy everytime

Secondly I did my best with Mozzie's job after rewatching some scenes and some googling.
It's far from the best or the most interesting but hopefully you won't find it boring

Again all mistakes are mine

CHAPTER 6

Mozzie stroke his chin while pretending to admire a couple of paintings, in reality he was looking at everything but the paintings. The man was analyzing everything from the museum's layout to the competence of the staff.

After hours of casing Mozzie left the museum, feeling confident that it would be an easy job. Normally he didn't mind a challenge but this wasn't a normal case, no there was a child in danger and every minute that passed was another minute Neal spent in Keller's clutches. Normally Mozzie would case the place and then take some time to figure out the best plan, but he didn't have that kind of time today. So instead he decided to reuse an old simple plan, it had worked out well in the past so Mozzie felt sure that it would work just as well today. He was lucky that the job had been planned over a week ago, since one of Keller's guys had the time to create a forgery, the plan would not work without one.
Mozzie gathered all of his supplies before heading off to the museum again.

Dressed in a janitor uniform he pushed the cleaning cart through the hallway until he ended up at the right exhibit. There were only three people in the room and Mozzie cleared his throat before loudly announcing that the exhibit would be closed for cleaning. He heard some weak protests but the people left the room, while Mozzie looked down at the cart to hide his face.
As soon as the room was clear he closed the big doors, hanging a CLOSED sign on them.
Mozzie put on a hat, equipped with a L.E.D light that would blind the cameras and hide his face, before turning off all three cameras using a signal jammer.
Once it was done Mozzie was fast with cutting the painting out of it's frame and replacing it with the forgery. The forgery looked legit at first but a closer inspection revealed all the mistakes and sloppy work done by Keller's guy. It was far from perfect and it was only a matter of time before it was discovered.
Mozzie rolled up the painting and placed it in the cart before leaving the room, opening the exhibit again. As soon as he reached the janitor closet he changed his clothes and casually walked out of the building.

Keller was leaning against the wall, whistling a happy tune, as Mozzie approached. It was really hard for Mozzie to not punch him right in his smug face.
"Mozzie, old pal"
Keller greeted cheerfully and Mozzie answered with a low growl.
"Let's get this over with, Keller"
"Alright let's see it"
Mozzie rolled out the painting and showed it to Keller who gave him an approving nod before reaching out for it, Mozzie was faster though and pulled it back out of his reach.
"Let the kid go first"
"Moz-"
"Let him go Keller or you'll never see this painting ever again"
For a second Keller actually looked scared by Mozzie's threat but then he burst into laughter.
As soon as Keller stopped laughing he picked up his phone, making a call and putting it on speaker.
A man answered after only one ring.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Put the kid on"
Mozzie could feel his heart speed up, what had Keller planned now? This was supposed to be the end.
"H-Hello?"
Neal's voice was weak and anyone could hear the fear in it.
"Hey junior, I've got your old pal Mozzie here"
"Mozzie?"
"I'm here."
"Now junior, tell Mozzie what you see"
"There's a man in front of me. He-"
Neal's voice broke and the tiny sniffle that could be heard broke Mozzie's heart.
"He has a gun."
Before Mozzie could answer Keller hung up. Mozzie was not a violent man but he had never ever wanted to kill someone as much as he wanted to kill Keller in this moment. What kind of psychopath threatened to shoot a six year old?
Mozzie thrusted the painting into Keller's arms.
"What do you want Keller?"
"You will do my dirty work or the kid will die"
"For how long?"
"Until I'm happy"
And with those words, Keller walked away.

Mozzie walked into the diner, sitting down in his usual booth. Something felt wrong though, it felt empty.
It was funny how he had over the span of just a couple of days gotten so used to the young boy sitting opposite him, creating masterpieces on the napkins and trying to understand what the menu said.
"No nephew today?"
The voice broke Mozzie out of his thoughts and he faked a smile.
"No, he's with his parents today"
"Well I hope he'll be able to join you again soon, he's such a sweet little boy"
"Me too, Gina. Me too"
Gina left with his order and Mozzie looked out the window, feeling completely useless. Mozzie didn't want to do Keller's dirty work but there was no other choice. He couldn't let Neal get hurt, but he couldn't stand the thought of him being alone and scared somewhere either. It didn't even matter that he barely knew the kid, he had felt attached to the kid since day 1, as if it was simply their destiny to be friends.
His food was placed in front of him and Gina sat down opposite him. In a soft voice she started to talk about the book she had borrowed from him, but when Mozzie remained silent she stopped and gave him a worried look. Mozzie was always eager to talk to her about books.
"Are you okay?"
She asked and Mozzie looked at her, an unreadable look on his face. The man suddenly stood up and placed a couple of bills on the table.
"Sorry for the trouble Gina, I lost my appetite"
How was he supposed to sit there and eat as if nothing had happened?
Would Keller provide food for Neal or would the child go to bed hungry tonight?
Those were the kind of questions that circled around in Mozzie's head as he made his way back to one of his apartments, a different one this time, one that didn't remind him of Neal.
As Mozzie fell asleep that night, after downing close to a full bottle of wine, there was only one question repeating in his head.
Is Neal okay?