Neal was nervously turning the key, observing from each angle trying to match what he saw with known to him views of the city.

He yawned.

The beeps and hums of the machines were lulling him to sleep. After he left Peter's house, he took a quick stop at home to change and was out in minutes to visit Ellen at the hospital. He spent the first hour going over the red tape, but a phone call to Peter did wonders to Marshals mood and finally, he got in.

The plastic cup of awful hospital coffee was empty, his bladder was full and he certainly needed to move for a little while. Neal checked his phone. No messages. He squeezed Ellen's hand.

"I will be back in a few minutes." The nurse that came to check her state, told him to speak to her, especially as he was family. Even in a coma, she might hear him.

His break was really just a few minutes, a bathroom stop, the coffee machine in the hall and back. Few steps to stretch his legs and back to his post. Ellen's doctor was optimistic. The operation was a full success, and although bullet shattered her collarbone, none of the pieces moved enough to damage nerves or the artery. They fixed it, but as she was an older lady, they decided to keep her in a drug-induced coma for few more days allowing her body to heal quicker. The Doctor told him optimistically that they would like to start waking her up in four days.

Four days. That was definitely too long. Whoever was behind the attack will have time to plot and execute another attempt at her life. Especially as now she was a much easier target.

His phone beeped.

An unknown number. "Hello?"

"Mister Caffrey I found it. Where would you like to meet Mister Reese?" Harold's voice held a triumphant tone.

It took him only a moment to consider his options. "At Peter's, in half an hour?"

"He will be there."

As soon as the connection was broken, Neal was taking his things and speed dialing Peter.

"Peter, they have it, we will meet you at your place in half an hour."

Peter managed to say only one word before the connection was broken "We?"

Neal took a second to squeeze Ellen's hand again. "We got it, we will solve it once and for all, I promise." Kissing softly her forehead.

Nodding to the Marshall on duty he hurried toward the exit, phone in hand speed dialing another number.

Speaking quickly as soon as the phone on the other side was answered. "Mozzie, meet me at Peter's in half an hour." He didn't give him a chance to say anything else, he could explain when all showed up.

It took a little more than twenty minutes to get to Burke's place. He let himself through the front door sure he would be first. He was mistaken. John and Peter stood on opposite sides of the counter in what looked like a staring contest.

Peter visibly relaxed, seeing Neal.

"Neal."

"Peter, John." He nodded to both.

John opened his mouth to speak when the back door opened softly and a bald head slowly started to creep in.

"It's okay Mozzie, come one in." On Peter's voice, Mozzie jumped slightly hitting his nose on the door.

"Suit!" he opened the door little more to slip into the room.

"Neal." He nodded to his friend.

"Silent Suit" he measured John with his gaze.

Peter smiled slightly, he wasn't the only Suit in the room, and he actually found the nickname funny. Well, maybe not that the man was also called Suit. He wasn't FBI. But he did have this government type look. After a few years in the company of Neal and Mozzie, he could now understand what they meant telling him he looked like an agent no matter if in or out of his suit.

"What is going on?" Mozzie asked suspiciously. He knew Neal wanted to keep Suit in the loop, but bringing Silent Suit to him too was a bit too much in Mozzies book.

"We found the building in which Ellen put whatever she has hidden for the last thirty years." Neal started and stopped. Mozzie was looking at him with a what the hell are you talking about look.

"Oh, I forgot you don't know."

Peter saved him. "Ellen was attacked during the night." He nodded at John. "John helped to keep her alive, but she had to undergo a surgery to fix the damage."

Neal took the locket and the key out of his pocket. Showing both to Mozzie. "She gave me this before they took her to the hospital."

"It's a view of Manhattan." John finally could tell his news, while Mozzie studied the key's nook and crannies.

"It's missing one building."

"Yes. It's Empire State building"

"Ellen worked there as a security guard on the 50th floor"

"So what now? We know the building and probably the floor, but wouldn't whatever it is be hidden enough that not a random person could find it?"

"The only way would be to hid it during renovation under the floor, it's too easy to find by accident things in the ceiling."

"Mister Caffrey might be right. Few months before Ellen finished working in that building, the renovations on the floors 48th to 53rd were done." John relayed Harold's words.

Peter was thinking. "We know where then. But checking out three floors without raising suspicion will be difficult."

Mozzie with Neal smiled widely. "Not so difficult as you think," Mozzie answered. He already was running through alternative plans in his head.

"Would renting the floors help with the search?" John smiled at the stunned looks he received from all men. Renting even an office in that building would cost a fortune.

Neal was first to break from the surprise. "Yes, yes it would help. Giving us a freedom to do what we need and get the hell out of there, fast."

"Great then we have all the time we needed to search those three floors. Harold just rented them for at least next week. If needed he can extend the contract."

"Damn Silent Suits." Mozzie murmured under his nose.

He knew exactly how much renting that space would cost, not to mention he knew also that not a first person from the street could do it. He knew, more or less who Harold was, but could he trust them with whatever they would find?

"We need some way to check the floors, in a fast way." He said thinking aloud. "We can try a portable surface scanner machine?"

All three men looked at him with surprise. "How fast can you get one?"

"By tomorrow?"

"So we start tomorrow. 8 AM" they all agreed.

Neal stood by the Empire State building, gazing upwards. There on the 50th floor were answered, or at least he hoped there will be answers. He needed them.

John showed up silently at his side, only a minute later they were joined by Mozzie with a big bag. Peter was last one to show up. Neal and Mozzie were both in gray overalls with logos of cleaning company. Peter and John, as usual, were in suits, pretending to be one the representative of Harold and the other cleaning company.

"Ready?"

"Ready" was the combined answer.

John was the first to step forward. Getting to the right floors was actually anti-climatic. John introduced himself to the guards, got a pass for himself and his "cleaning crew", within minutes they were on their way.

The floors were empty, cleaned of everything than bare essentials, ready for the new users to come with their own equipment. Mozzie and Neal conferred what would be the best place to start their sweep, while John and Peter checked all the corners.

"We will go to check if there are no surprises on the other floors. Call if you find anything."

Peter went to one floor above the one they actually were on, and John two floors up.

John got a surprise. Pieces of renovation equipment lingered on the floor.

"Harold, when you rented the space, did they mention anything about renovations on one of the floors?"

"Renovations? No, they didn't. Which floor are you on?" His fingers ran quickly on the keyboard looking for orders and anomalies.

A phone ringed in the background.

"I didn't know the library had a land-line," John commented.

Harold's brows raised, his eyes left the screens before him to look towards the exit of the library. Bears' ears raised and turned towards the sound.

"Bear, zoeken"

The dog wagged his tail and barked shortly.

"Mr. Reese I will check it out, please be careful."

Harold followed Bear slowly, the phone was still ringing, they moved towards one of the older parts, where he usually didn't venture. The ringing sound getting louder. Bear stood by one of the shelves, his paws on the highest shelf he could set them, with nose directed to a shelf just above.

Taking books out he could see there was something behind them. Slowly a small room was uncovered, or rater a small space that could be at one point in time a room. A single desk, chair, some office equipment. And on the wall closest to the entrance, a green phone. Still ringing.

Harold tried to get to it, but he was to short, and removing the whole book stand was too time-consuming.

"Well it's not that I have another choice, do I?" Bear looked at him confused. Harold raised his body on the shelf and lying on stomach he balanced towards the phone finally reaching the handle.

The mechanical voice wasn't a surprise. Not like the phone, he didn't know about, ringing. It took less time to get back to his desk after hanging up, than picking the phone. Decoding the numbers wasn't complicated at all. Not after all this time. Finding the people as surprisingly easy.

"Mr. Reese please go back to Mr. Caffrey and Agent Burke. The Machine just gave me their numbers."

"On my way. Have you found anything about the renovations?" John moved swiftly to the stairs. It would take much less time to go down to get Peter than to wait for an elevator.

"No, not yet. I still need to break into the order rooster, maybe it's something new not on the books yet."

Neal was finishing the sweep, this floor was empty. They gathered their equipment and stood patiently waiting for the elevator to arrive.

Neal's phone ringed.

"Peter?" there was no sound for a moment. Then a rustling of fabric.

Peter's voice was muted. "What do you want Sam?"

Neal covered his phone, his eyes wide. "Sam is with Peter and I don't think it's a courtesy visit. Let's split up, I will take the elevator and you take the stairs."

Mozzie nodded and was quickly moving towards the stairs. There was no point in trying to change Neal's mind about this.

A moment later the elevator pinged, announcing its arrival. Neal hoped that in whatever place Sam stood, it would provide an additional distraction to allow Peter to act. Or Mozzie. Or he should also call John to let him know about the situation.

His time was up.

There wasn't much to check on the floor Peter was sweeping. The layout was basic and the same as the other floor. The only difference was renovation materials that were set without any plan creating a labyrinth he had to navigate to check everything out. He was pretty sure John or the guard down didn't mention anything about a renovation. He heard the door to the stairs close, but he couldn't see anyone.

"I really didn't want for it to end like that." Voice behind him sounded familiar.

Turning slowly Peter reached into his pocket and hit home button three times in quick succession, glad that El had him install an emergency call app on his phone. With Neal's number programmed as second.

Sam, the man he met in Neal's apartment, stood only a few feet away with a gun pointed at him. "Keep your hands where I can see them." He ordered.

Peter slowly raised his hands, hoping that the call went through.

"What do you want Sam?"

"I want the evidence that Ellen has on me."

Peter couldn't hide his surprise. "On you?"

"Don't pretend to be surprised. You knew that I was the Mob's inside man all along." Sam spat.

Peter decided to play for time. "I was under the impression that it was

James and he was only accused of minor involvement and for the murder of his superior."

Sam grimaced "That doesn't really matter. I need the documents, where are they."

"To do what exactly?" Peter played stupid. "Prove your innocence?"

"Hardly. I need them gone, there is still too much at stake not only for me but for others think it stops at corrupted by the Mob cops? It goes way beyond that. HR doesn't like…" he paused, realizing he told too much. "Stop playing games and give me the damn papers!" Sam's hand shook, slightly when he raised the gun higher.

"I don't have them."

The gun trembled. "I don't believe you. If you don't have them then my son does, they weren't where Ellen told me they will be, so you have to have them."

Peter eyed the gun, it was moving in an unpredictable pattern, left and right, at least it was pointing a little bit lover that's his head now.

"Your son?" It was news for Peter that Ellen told this man anything, but then again, as Neal mentioned Sam was her friend. Was it really Sam then?

"Stop that." The gun raised.

Elevator behind him dinged announcing the arrival of the cab. Peter's instinct told him to duck. The shot was a surprise, as it didn't come from behind him as he expected, but from Sam. Bullet hit a cement bag, just by his head, raising a cloud of dust.

"Put your gun down." Came to a call somewhere in the vicinity of the staircase door. Sam started to turn surprised, gun up ready for another shot. John didn't give him time to fully turn, when the shot rang, the bullet hitting an outstretched hand.

"Agent Burke? Are you all right?" Peter stood slowly, nodding.

"Neal?" went out another call. John kept an eye still on the shooter when Neal stepped out from the elevator. "Thank you, that was a nice distraction."

Neal shook his head. "Not really intended." He pulled the floor polishing machine behind him. "Now what?"

"Now mister Bennett put your hands up, so the good agent can arrest you." John was still hiding partially behind the pillar. Nodding to Peter he kept his eye on their bleeding opponent.

"Mister Bennett?" Neal wasn't sure he heard correctly, looking confused between Sam and Peter.

Taking few tentative steps towards the man Neal stopped, unsure what to do. Peter grabbed his arm, tugging him back. "Neal" he started quietly "let's finish this once and for all. I will put him in custody and then you can ask him whatever you want."

It took that second of their diverted attention for Sam to jump towards his gun and try to shoot John. This time he didn't have a choice or chance to disarm.

When the echo of the shot stopped to ring everyone stood in shock. No one expected the current outcome.

"What the hell happened here?" Mozzie said standing by the pillar where John was still hiding. They all jumped slightly at his voice.

"A better question is what are we going to now." Peter pointed to the body.

"We call the cops." John answered after a momentary pause, that indicated the idea came from Harold.

"Are you insane? We still need to look for what Ellen left." Neal protested.

"And we will after cops get here when we find it the chain of custody will go thru them instead of FBI." Peter was quick to catch up with the idea. "We, and I mean you and me." He turned to Neal. "Can't be associated with recovery of this documents."

"Why?"

"Because the government will be happy to use it as an argument that the documents in that box aren't real." It wasn't something either of them though before. Indeed with Neal's history as a forger FBI will be easily swept to think it was all just a forgery.

"It's time for me to go then if the pigs are supposed to run over this place." without another world Mozzie disappeared.

"It's time for me too." John nodded to Neal and Peter. "Harold will be here before Detective Carter arrives and will be your liaison for the situation."

"Why Harold and not you?" Neal was curious.

"Because, as in your case in the past, I'm still not NYPD's favorite person."

It wasn't long, actually only a few minutes when the elevator dinged and Harold arrived. After that there was a chaos of new cops coming and going, getting their statements and finally, they were allowed to finish their search.

In the end, finding the box underfloor was quite anti-climatic. Neal with Peter both grinned when the screen showed the spot, however before they could take the box, Harold called out for Carter preserving the chain of evidence.

It took only a few more minutes for the three men to be left alone.

"Now what?" Neal turned to face other men when the elevator door closed.

"Now we come back to our lives." Harold turned towards stairs, there was something challenging in walking the steps that he needed now.

"Wait! What about the documents? When FBI gets their hands on them we will never see them again."

Harold turned and nodded slightly, right, they could do that. "I'll ensure the copies will be available to you as soon as their authenticity is confirmed."

"Thank you." This time no one stopped Harold from leaving.

"What now?" Neal didn't wait for the door to close.

"That's a popular question today." Peter smiled. "Now you go to see Ellen and I will wait for the chaos in the organized crime to brew."

"Ruiz won't be happy."

"Nope."