4.

"Come on. Please?"

Peter gave Neal the Look. "No."

"Come on," Neal pleaded. "I can crack her. I know I can. You know I can."

"Correction," Peter interrupted. "I have my doubts that you can."

Neal exhaled in exasperation. "Come on, Peter." He spread his hands out, palms up. "Ten minutes. That's all I ask. What sort of damage could I possibly do in ten minutes?"

Peter raised an eyebrow.

Neal held up a hand. "Okay, don't answer that question." He paused. "Come on. Ten minutes!"

Peter sighed and considered it. "Ten minutes?"

"Yes." Neal hesitated. "Well…"

"Neal…"

"Okay, maybe fifteen…"

"Neal…"

"Alright, twenty at most! Come on!"

Peter huffed. "Alright, fine. Twenty minutes. That's all you get. You hear me, Caffrey?"

"Yes!"

"Wipe that grin off your face, Caffrey."

Neal coughed hastily. "Yes sir."

Isabelle Reilly's eyes gleamed as she leaned forwards and said, in a smooth, arch hum, "Oh, dear. Not you again."

Neal subtly cleared his throat and flashed the slender, dark-haired girl a charming, easygoing smile. "I'm afraid so, Miss Reilly." He carefully watched her out of the corner of his eye to see if his use of her real name would throw her off.

Not a bit. Rather, it seemed to amuse her; she gave him a sultry smile and leaned back in her chair, her every movement as aloft and fluid as flowing water. "Ah. I see that you have learned that my name Isabelle Bravo is just a nickname, Agent Caffrey."

Neal chuckled as he seated himself at the table across from the convict. "Please. Call me Neal." He crossed his fingers and leaned forwards, almost conspiratorially, as if about to confess to her his deepest, darkest secret. "Tell me, Miss Reilly: Would you happen to know anything about a man named Jon Bernard?"

There. Something flickered across Reilly's expression, something so miniscule and brief that Neal had to wonder if he'd even seen it at all; then, just as quickly, it was gone, lost behind her mask of flawless composition. She leaned in as well, so that their faces were mere inches from each other, and reached out a single slender finger to seemingly absently trace the outline of Neal's knuckle. Immediately, he felt himself stiffen between the shoulders, and he had to force himself to relax as Reilly gave him a sly smile.

"Hmm…let me think…" she murmured, focusing on trailing the cool tip of her forefinger along his loosely curled fist. "A Mr. Jon Bernard, did you say?"

Neal had to force himself to remain still as he smiled at Isabelle Reilly. "That's the one. Heard of him?"

Reilly lifted her shoulders in an elegant shrug as she drew circles with her fingertip on the back of Neal's hand. "Well…indirectly, I know that he deals in some pretty dirty business…" Her voice lowered. "I know that he heads his own crime syndicate…" Her voice dropped even lower. "That he's a murderer and a conman…" When she looked up and met Neal's glittering blue eyes with her own diamond-hard green ones, her voice was barely above a hush. "Just like you, Mr. Caffrey."

A/N: What do you think? We're getting to the good part(s). The next chapter is coming up either later today or tomorrow afternoon, at latest. Thanks to everybody who reviewed, you guys are awesome!