John spends two days observing the new place of Ellen Parker. A brownstone in Manhattan was not a bad idea for a safe house. There was always someone around, although on the other hand so many different people were coming and going he started to get tired of keeping the camera up.

Today he stood behind a tree with Bear at his side and taking from time to time a walk around to not be standing out like a sore thumb. They still had no lead at who would want to kill Miss Parker. The documents Harold managed to gather were some leads, but the oldest one was over ten years old - a sighting of no other than James Bennett, her former partner. Other than that they were still no clues which might be the perpetrator, or if maybe Ellen Parker wasn't the victim.

"Harold." John short call was the only warning he usually gave.

"Anything interesting Mr. Reese?"

John started taking photos, the wi-fi would send it straight to his phone and then to Harold for identification. Two men, a young looking guy in a suit, which even from the distance, and for a not so trained eye of John, was worth even more than his bespoke Armani.

"Two men, I'm sending you pictures. Mrs. Parker seems to know them, especially the younger one."

The second man was smaller by a half head, bald, bespectacled, and he was all the time looking the other way. Still, John tried to make another photo, hopeful that at least partial face look would allow for identification. His phone beeped confirming that photos were sent to Harold.

"Oh." Harold's voice was a little faint and surprised.

"News?"

"The young man in the suit, is Neal Caffrey, a world renewed con-artist, convicted forger, suspected of racketeering, fraud, and art theft."

"That's awfully fast to get that information even for you." John was rarely surprised at the speed with which Harold got information, but this was light years ahead.

"Google speed-up theirs search results, and Mr. Caffrey was on the front pages of most papers in the City about a year and a half ago. When he escaped judge chambers by jumping out of the window." The partial lie rolled out of his tongue without any pause, he wasn't ready to reveal all of his secrets.

"That must have been a painful jump." John tried to make another shot of the mysterious bald man when Caffrey again moved in his line of vision. It was as they danced around just to ensure no one sees the older man's face.

On the other side of the street, Neal hugged Ellen once again, murmuring into her ear "How long did you have the extra observer?"

She smiled like he would ask just how she was, "About two days, he showed up in the evening."

Mozzie jabbed slightly in Neal's side to get him to move again.

"I will get him to follow me while you two decide what to do." He made a broad gesture as like he would tell a story. Whispering with a smile, without moving his lips. "Laugh."

So they laughed, Ellen openly and loud, Neal just with a smirk on his face, showing he knew the story. This time, he used the distraction to stand with his back to the observer. "Why you?" Neal nodded, as to agree to something.

"Cos he doesn't have a microphone and will not know, and you will stay here. I managed to stay out of pictures too. Suits are suspectful of everyone they can't see clearly."

"He's a Suit?" Was FBI again having a mole?

"Not that kind, more like Silent Suit." Not that it explained anything to Neal but said at least one thing. Government type, probably. If not FBI then some other letter soup agency.

He nodded. Ellen did too and followed their lead.

"Come on then, you can help me plant the flowers, I bought some forget-me-nots."

Neal smiled, a real happy smile, he always helped Ellen with her plants, back then at home.

"Then I bid my goodbye, you never know what they put in all that earth for plants. I'm allergic." Mozzie used one of his favorite excuses. Hugged Ellen, whispering into her ear. "I think he learned his sneakiness from you. Good job."

Ellen hugged him and answered with a smile. "Most of it."

John was still trying to get the photo of the mysterious man when apparently they started parting ways. Caffrey followed Ellen up the stairs. And judging from her detail reaction, he wasn't an unknown. However the smaller man made them nervous, they were shooting him measuring glances all the time. But as he was with someone known, and apparently also knew their detail, they didn't interfere.

"Harold, our mystery man, is leaving. Can you send Fusco or Detective Carter around to help on the site? I want to follow him." John didn't really wait for Harold to answer. The mystery man was small, but his pace was quick, he had to follow swiftly to catch up with him.

"I don't think that would be necessary. I have some more information on Mr. Caffrey. He ran away from prison, twice if you count the flying out of the Judge chambers, the first time he walked away from Sing Sing without harming anyone. His file shows he is extremely non-violent, and if I read is correct, he is also currently working for FBI as a CI."

"Harold, that's a terrible idea."

"Fine, I'll call Detective Fusco."

Trailing the mysterious man wasn't as complicated as John's work sometimes went. However, after a half hour, the man disappeared. He just was there one moment and not there in the next.

"Harold, our mysterious man disappeared on me. Can you look around with City cams?"

"Didn't you manage to pair your phone with his?" It was usually the first thing John did for the number of suspected perpetrator, but this time Miss Parker was never close enough, and the mystery man's phone didn't lock.

"No." John's voice was grim, that didn't bide well for the future. "He was using a burner phone and getting out of range every time I came near."

Mozzie stood without move just a few feet away from his follower, hidden very well behind a dumpster, his germophobia on high alert, but this was more important. His phone vibrated slightly displaying a notice. Pairing complete. He smiled under the nose, he just did what the Silent Suit was trying to do to him. Time to reverse their roles.

"Mister Reese, I can't localize him. The last camera was at the bank more than six hundred feet behind you. We lost him."

John scanned everything nearby, but still, the person he was trying to find was nowhere visible, and Harold was no help.

When the phone vibrated again, Mozzie waited for only a second before activating it to listen in.

John's phone chimed with an incoming call, that should be Fusco.

"Detective." He welcomed the distraction, the situation still worrying him. But as he couldn't do anything about it right now, he could join Harold for a while and get more intel about Mister Caffrey, Harold wasn't such good liar as he thought he was.

"How do you do that?" When his question was met with silence, he continued. "For once I would like to know what I'm getting into."

"But you always know what you are going into Fusco. This time, you just observe what's happening. Keep your eye out for a man in his thirties leaving the 118th."

"What, the kind of criminal you are interested in?"

"As a matter of fact, yes a kind of criminal, but this time I'm more interested in person he's with. Call me if you see anything suspicious." Taking a turn, he was merely two blocks away from the Library.

Mozzie was slightly confused by the call. So the Silent Suit seemed to know who Neal was, however, his somehow unwilling associate Detective Fusco, was just a pawn. Well then, two sides could play the game. Quickly sending Neal text informing him of the situation, and the need to leave Ellen's unnoticed, he followed his target. It wasn't so difficult, obviously, the man had some training, it was visible in the way he was previously trailing Mozzie. Not too close, not too far away to lose him by accident, but also far away enough that he shouldn't notice. Well, he wasn't born yesterday, and he actually wanted to be followed, for a limited time. As soon as he was sure they were far enough he was content with switching places, it was time to learn more about Silent Suit.

John almost turned around trying to shake the feeling he was followed. He covered his tracks, did everything he was taught and what he learned on the street to lose a potential trail, something integrated so deep within him he did it every time he was walking somewhere. Yet the feeling didn't ease.

Standing on the last corner he raised his head, looking directly at the street corner camera, it's red light blinking steadily.

"You would tell me if someone was following me, wouldn't you?" He thought about the time when he along Root and Harold became the Machine-human interfaces. She helped them then.

"If it's not something endangering your life, I don't think she would." Harold's voice sounded in his ear, and he regretted for a moment that he didn't cut the communication.

"Would you tell me then?" John crossed the street, this time going directly when he needed.

Mozzie observed Silent Suit's behavior puzzled, the man was trained enough to shake any normal trail, well Mozzie wasn't normal. And then he stopped at the corner long enough to talk to a camera. Although, Mozzie was sure as the shadow government type he was just talking to whoever was on the other side of the comm in his ear. Then crossed the road to enter a library. Closed, public library.

Place that Mozzie himself was considering a few years back for his next safe house, but someone was faster than him in securing the ownership. He chose the warehouse just a block away instead.

It was time to know his neighbors.

"Any luck?" John asked from the threshold.

"Since the last time you asked, five minutes ago, it's still a no," Harold answered with slight humor in his voice. The mysterious man got under the skin of usually stoic man.

"Well, then since we wait for the results, you can tell me how do you know Mr. Caffrey?"

Harold looked up from his monitor surprised. He was sure he managed to make the right impression when he told Mr. Reese previously that the search was just very fast. Obviously not. He pushed glasses deeper on his nose, at the same time looking at the wall where pieces of papers covered in social security numbers, as well as photographs of various people, were pinned.

People he didn't manage to help. People before John came around.

Bear stood up and growled quietly. Someone was trying to sneak around but stopped as soon as they heard the dog. Bear growled again, this time little louder.

John in one swift move pulled a gun from behind his back and aimed it at the newcomer.

It was actually a surprise to see the man he was just following entering the library.

"I too would like to know how do you know Mr. Caffrey. Harold, was it?" Mozzie stood in a safe distance away from the dog, looking directly at Harold.

John's hand didn't waiver when he looked at Harold with surprise. "You know this man?"

"You could say so, we met briefly a few years ago." Harold nodded.

"Bear, terugtrekken," John called the command, hiding his gun too, still keeping an eye on the man in the corridor.

"Come closer then and explain, or rather both explain."

"Yes, an explanation would be a perfect end to the evening." Mozzie nodded. He moved forward slightly, discreetly looking around, it was indeed a fascinating place. He noticed the rows of books as he entered, but this room, with a desk covered in computer screens, the board with photos of Ellen and Neal. And the wall full of numbers and photos. He squinted his eyes to see better, those numbers looked like social security numbers… and that meant…

"Oh. You did it, didn't you? You build the Machine!" Mozzie started to panic. Now all his nightmares came true. No one would believe him, no one ever believed him when he told them about government spying on people every hour of every day. No one ever believed.

Bear whined disturbed by the new person behavior.

"Calm down, Mozzie, calm down." Harold intervened as quick as he could.

John observed the man, Mozzie with interest, he was surprised that the man knew about the Machine, and it did explain, more or less when Harold and he knew each other.

"Calm down? Harold, it's my worst nightmare, permanent invigilating is true and no one ever will believe me!" A second later he registered a name that Harold called him. "And don't call me that!"

Harold successfully pushed him on a free chair. "As you wish. What should I call you then?"

"Call me Mr. C." He stopped spotting something interesting on the wall with photographs and numbers. Standing up, he quickly walks over it and gently pushing aside a page with number uncovers another set of photos.

Neal Caffrey's face looks at him with hollow eyes, from his mug shot. On the second photo Kate Moreau, in a blue graduation gown, smiles happily at the camera. Something breaks silently in Mozzie heart, he never liked that Neal was so hung on Kate, but her death was too much affecting Neal even now.

"… and explain how do you have a photo of Neal and Kate on this strange wall. How do you know Neal?"

Harold turns away from them, concentrating for a moment on his computer again, the search is still going. But now that he knows who's face it is, he also knows it could take days to find it in any database. Theodore Winters, he knows is the most paranoid person in the world. One that taught him few things about how to avoid surveillance and few other useful and not really legal things. He owes him.

Canceling search, he turns back to the wall of his failure. Neither John nor Mr. C as he calls himself didn't even move, both patiently waiting for an explanation.

"Yes, I did create the Machine." He admits, he told a little about his idea, back then when he first met Winters, as a hypothetical situation from which he would need to keep himself safe.

"The Machine concentrates on acts of terror, it sees everything. Violent crimes involving ordinary people, the government considers them irrelevant, but we don't." He nods at John. "Before John joined me, I still got information about people that needed help or needed to be stopped but I couldn't do much alone. Mr. Caffrey and Ms. Moreau were on the list I received one day."

"As he mentioned, he didn't have anyone to help him, but Harold tried to do what was right anyway." John knew Harold well enough to know. That's why he needed him. Harold nodded. "Yes. I found Mr. Caffrey was on monitoring anklet with FBI and with his record knew he was more likely a victim, and that the anklet should keep him safe. Till it stopped working, and I lost the possibility to monitor his movements that way. Ms. Moreau was much harder to locate, and when I finally did… I arrived at the airport too late."

The gasp from the door was not something anyone was expecting. Well or rather not John and Harold. Bear was surprisingly a best friend allowing the man in the shadow to pet him.