Moz quickly stood. "I fear I've said too much."

"Oh no," Peter blocked the doorway, "you're not getting away that easily. You're saying 'Neal Caffrey' isn't Neal's real name?"

The bald man fidgeted nervously. "Well, yeah. I thought it was common knowledge. I mean, you chased him for three years, suit, you never figured that out?"

Shaking his head, Peter stood in shock. When he was chasing Neal he had made it his mission to know everything about the conman. But after everything he learned, shoe size and coffee preferences and so much more, he now discovered that he didn't even know his name. There was something disturbing about that.

Without his noticing, Moz had inched past him. "Yes well, we all have our flaws. Mrs. Suit, it's been fun. We should do it again sometime." And with that, the smaller man bolted.

"So…" Elizabeth started awkwardly, smiling nervously at her husband. "How was your day?"

"Caffrey!" Neal looked up from his doodles that he'd been working on instead of work to see Peter motioning him into his office. As he walked, he wondered what his partner could want. After a long, hard week, last night they had finally solved their latest case. As far as he knew they hadn't gotten a new one yet, but perhaps that was what Peter wanted to talk to him about.

"Yeah, Peter?" Neal asked as he poked his head into the office.

"Sit." The agent replied bluntly as he pointed to the chair in front of his desk. His eyes were narrowed at the con in suspicion.

Holding his hands up, Neal sat. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it. I went straight home and washed June's dog. You can ask her yourself."

Shaking his head, Peter grinned slightly. "You're not in trouble."

"Then, what was with the look?" Neal asked, frowning.

Sighing, the older man tried to think of the best way to go about this. "Neal… you'd consider us friends, right?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"So…" Letting out another sigh, Peter gave up all pretenses. "What's your real name?"

Neal grinned slyly. "Wow. You lasted longer than I thought."

Looking up swiftly in confusion, Peter stared at him. "Huh?"

"Moz called me last night." He responded, chuckling. "He told me you overheard his little story. I figured you'd be interrogating me the second I stepped in the building."

Peter blushed ever so slightly, embarrassed at his own predictability. "Well, it is kind of a big deal. I mean, all this time I've known you and I don't even know your real name?"

Across from him, Neal grinned wider, blue eyes twinkling and Peter knew, just knew, that Neal was laughing at him. Peter frowned. "I feel like I'm missing a joke."

"That's because you are, partner. What does it matter anyway? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and a con by any other name would still have an anklet."

Peter rolled his eyes. "It's the principle of the thing! I apparently know everything about you except your name!"

The laughing eyes were back, and it only infuriated the agent more. "Peter, you do not know everything about me."

"Oh yeah?"

Chuckling, Neal went about proving his point. "What's my shoe size?"

"Nine and a half." Peter smiled triumphantly.

"How do I take my coffee?"

"Two creams, one sugar."

Neal smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Where did I grow up?"

Peter opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He sat in stunned silence trying to ignore the smug look coating his consultant's face. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Point taken." He looked back up sheepishly. "What are the chances of you just telling me about yourself?"

Musical laughter filled the room. "But that would ruin the fun!"

"Fun?"

"I take great amusement in seeing what lengths you'll go to in order to figure this stuff out."

"So… you wont just tell me?"

"Nope." Neal shook his head. "Not like this at least."

Peter frowned. "Like what?"

But the ex-con was already standing and heading towards the door. As he left, he threw the agent smile over his shoulder. "Sorry, I've got all that pesky paperwork to deal with. See you later." A quick wink and he was gone.

Peter crossed his arms. Neal was challenging him. This was just another game. Peter smiled.

Challenge accepted.

And so it begins. From here on, there's no main plot, really. It will be more like a series of semi-connected oneshots of Peter trying to learn more about his beautiful partner. I already have the ending written, I just need to write all that pesky middle stuff. XP Again, reviews always make me happy (even flames because it means my story evoked enough feeling in you to take the time to let me know. ;P). Next chapter should be up later this week along with a separate oneshot I'm finishing up, so till then! ~BFMS