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Mozzie was walking down the sidewalk, heading towards a meeting spot with Neal and the Suit. He would never have thought he would be working with the Feds. Against them, yes. But not with them.

But there was a woman's life at stake, and besides, Neal asked him too. Mozzie knew that working with the Feds was good for his young friend, but he would never admit it to anyone. Neal needed the Suit, he helped keep him grounded. Helped him think before he leapt, sometimes.

Mozzie heard a sound behind him and started to turn around, but he felt the barrel of a gun being jabbed into his side.

"Don't even think about doing anything other then what I tell you." A deep voice growled.

"I am sure this is just a case of mistaken identity." Mozzie said, his brain working on a way out. "I have not angered anyone enough to make them want to shoot me, well not recently anyway."

"Shut up and get in the van."

"What van?"

Just then a white van pulled to a stop beside them.

"I'm guessing that van." Mozzie said, as the man jabbed the gun harder into his side. "No need to get rough, I'm going."

Mozzie had no choice but to start walking towards the van. "What is this about?"

"Revenge." The man growled.

"What have I done? Whatever it is, you have my sincere apology." Mozzie stopped just in front of the open side door of the van. He saw three other men inside. One was in the driver's seat, and two were in the back.

"This isn't about you." The man said, shoving Mozzie hard enough that he almost lost his balance. "You are just a pawn to get to Caffrey."

"Ah." Mozzie said. "What did Neal do? Whatever it is, I'm sure I can arrange compensation."

"Caffrey's a pawn too."

"Who do you want?" Mozzie asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"Annalyse Madison."

"That's what I thought." Mozzie knew he had to escape, and he knew how to do it. He smiled slightly when he saw a police officer walking down the sidewalk in their direction. "Never thought I would ever want to draw the attention of a pig." He mumbled.

"What?" The man asked.

"I told you I only have a hundred bucks!" Mozzie yelled, pulling away from the man and backing up a couple of steps. "That junk you call Heroin isn't worth more then that!"

It had the desired effect. The gunman looked nervous, and the cop started walking over at a fast pace.

"Shut up, or I shoot." The man growled.

"In front of a cop?" Mozzie asked. Then he shouted. "I am not paying more then a hundred bucks for that!"

Then to Mozzie's horror, the gunman smiled. "I'm already wanted for murder." Then he aimed the gun at the advancing cop and pulled the trigger. Mozzie grabbed his arm and pulled it down; the bullet struck the sidewalk about a foot in front of the cop. The two men in the back of the van jumped out and grabbed Mozzie and shoved him into the van. The gunman quickly followed. The driver pulled into the street as the cop started shooting at the retreating van.

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Peter and Neal had been waiting for over half an hour for Mozzie, both were getting worried.

"It's not like Mozzie to be late." Neal said, grabbing Peter's hand and checking his watch for the twentieth time.

"Why don't you buy yourself a watch?" Peter asked.

"Something's wrong." Neal said, ignoring Peter's question.

"I know." Peter agreed. "Come on, let's head back to the office and see if we can figure out what went wrong."

They started walking back to the car, when Peter's phone rung. He answered it, and Neal knew it was not good news from the expression on the older man's face.

"What happened?" Neal asked when Peter hung up the phone.

"A uniformed officer reported seeing York." Peter said. "He's got Mozzie."

"What?" Neal's face went pale. "Are you sure?"

"The officer said he was walking down the sidewalk when he heard a couple men arguing about a drug deal. Then one of the men shot at him, the other man grabbed his arm and made the bullet miss. Two men jumped out of a van and threw him in the van, then the shooter got in the van and they left. The officer said he took out a tail light as the van was leaving, Jones is checking with all auto repair shops. The officer recognized York from his wanted photo, and the man who grabbed his arm matched Mozzie."

"It can't be Mozzie." Neal said, praying he was right. "You said they were arguing over drugs, Mozz doesn't mess with drugs."

"Neal." Peter said, gently. "My guess is York was trying to grab him so he used the drug talk as a distraction and to gain the officer's attention."

"We've got to get him back."

"We will." Peter assured him.

"Before or after he's been tortured?" Neal asked walking past Peter and to the car.

Peter watched him walk past, not able to answer his question.

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Back at the bureau, El and Anna were sitting in Peter's office talking. Neither knew yet about Mozzie.

"I'm curious." El said. "How did Peter ask you out the first time?"

"He didn't." Anna laughed. "He tried to, but he was tongue tied. He just couldn't get the words out, so I asked him out."

"That sounds like Peter." El also laughed. "He can be romantic at times, but he can not flirt at all."

"How about when he asked you out?" Anna wanted to know.

"I was the assistant manager of an art gallery that was robbed." El said. "Peter was investigating. He kept talking about this Italian restaurant that he wanted to try, but he just couldn't make himself actually ask me out. I knew he had the gallery under surveillance, so I went outside with a large sign saying I loved Italian. After that Peter asked me out."

The two women continued to talk about dates they had with Peter, and laughed a lot at the man.

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