(Chapter 6)

Neal was exhausted, his trip from the hospital tiring even though it had been leisurely and relaxed. He was too tired to move, listening to El and Diana's muffled voices from the other room before he moved into his bedroom, dragging his feet along and collapsing on top, fully dressed. He barely kicked off his shoes before he was sleeping, breath soft as he passed into dreams. He kept hearing Peter's words, going back to that odd dream where he heard his friend talking to someone as he lay unconscious in the hospital.

Someone shot my CI... but I think they were going after Elizabeth. No, I haven't told her anything. Neal was shot instead... thankfully.

This is behind the scenes... I want to be sure this Cyrus person gets what he deserves. He threatened my wife. Thank you Jay. I owe you one.

Why did I ever take this offer? I don't care what Simon wants with you. I'm going to find that box from the video and then we're through! I can't afford the costs anymore.

His mind played back the odd conversation Peter had with him when he was unconscious, Neal wondering if it was nothing more than a feverish hallucination as other comments came back to him.

You make a difference here. You really do...

You can be a con or a man...

His tired mind did it's best to figure out why he would have hallucinated a Peter who wasn't his friend as he pushed the idea of possible betrayal to the back of his mind.

Neal...

"I think he's asleep."

Elizabeth's voice broke through his tiredness as he started to come to, quiet footsteps moving away when he sat up, the hotel bed creaking ever so softly.

"El?"

She turned to face him, Diana standing in the doorway quietly, a smile on her face.

"We were going to let you sleep. How are you feeling?"

Diana moved in a little closer, her usual tough look on her face but softened with obvious concern for him. They'd worked together long enough they worried about each other. It was an odd feeling to realize the agent cared about him, the grin on her face hiding it some.

"Thought I might have to eat all those fancy sandwiches myself. You hungry Caffrey?"

She was teasing him, his eyes looking from her to El as he found himself more awake and blinked in comprehension. El moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, her hand touching his shoulder gently. His other shoulder and chest was tightly wrapped up and bandaged still from his injuries but he had healed fairly quickly despite a sense of exhaustion.

"I made some of those chicken salad sandwiches you like. Diana thought we should come wake you up before we started."

He saw the loving look in her expression like Neal was family and it made him nod, smiling back as he came more to himself.

"Sounds good. Is Peter back yet?"

He wanted to talk to his partner about things, find out what the status with Cyrus was or contact Mozzie to get a scoop. The little guy had spoken to him from the darkness too he thought. Maybe he knew something. He sat up a bit more, sliding off the bed as El stood up and he pushed his feet into his shoes. Diana was on the phone now, walking into the main room as they followed.

"They're just fine. Why are you asking Jones?"

Diana sounded cautious, Neal eavesdropping not because he was trying but just from habits he had picked up to get info when he passed possible marks. The agent's expression had changed from concerned to upset but not by anything he had done as she eyed him and El a moment before turning from them and speaking a bit more quietly. She knew he was listening as Neal gently grasped El's arm and made her stop. Blue eyes looked up at him curiously then back at Diana.

"We have two more agents on this floor. Send back up soon as you can. Thanks for the warning."

She hung up the cell, turning back to both Neal and El her eyes flashing with a look he knew all too well. Something was up and it wasn't good.

"What's the good news, Diana?"

He tried to sound chipper for El's sake but he knew she was more than aware of things from past experience. She wasn't naive nor oblivious as she sometimes pretended to be. Being the wife of an agent, Elizabeth knew more than she claimed but that didn't keep her from being in danger. He watched Diana frown, pointing at the adjoining door.

"Pack a lunch and some clothes. We have to move. 5 minutes."

The comment was to both of them, Neal moving over to a bag Diana had dropped by the door for him. In that respect he was already ahead of the game. He'd only just arrived so now to help El get her stuff together. She nodded with a tense look, gripping his arm a bit as they moved into the next room she shared with Peter, letting go as she went to get her own bag. She pointed at the kitchenette while looking at Neal.

"The sandwiches are in the mini fridge. Just put them in a sack. They're under the sink."

Her blue eyes looked scared but anyone who didn't know her would think she was calm. Neal nodded, giving her a silent reassurance of safety. Diana was the muscle but he could think them out of danger if he had to. That was his gift. She nodded back without a word, disappearing into the bedroom as he put his bag on a chair and started to pack food. Diana stood at the ready, glancing at her watch and then at the door as if expecting something. It made him nervous but with the agent around he felt safe. She had his back as Peter did although the trust wasn't the same.

"Tell me what's wrong..."

He kept his voice low now that El was out of earshot he hoped. He saw the bedroom door partially open, turning back to the agent as she sighed and spoke in an equally harsh manner.

"Foxboro... he found this place. We have to get out before he gets up here. We have security watching all the exits. Luckily that is the slowest elevator ever..."

She rolled her eyes but he knew she was just making light to calm him and herself down. Something else was up besides a killer coming upstairs to greet them. A cold chill ran down his spine as he made a guess.

"Peter... he's with him Cyrus, isn't he?"

He watched her tough expression break an instant before she nodded without a word. Finally she moved closer, whispering quietly to him.

"Don't tell her. Peter has the emergency phone off the hook enough that Cyrus doesn't know he's being monitored. The elevator tech called security and they informed us. You didn't hear this from me."

()()()

Peter was shoved out of the elevator almost falling face first but Cyrus grabbed him by the handcuffs, a quiet yet audible wince coming from the agent as the metal pulled at his cuffed wrists behind him. The gunman laughed.

"A tough guy but really just an ordinary man. Take me to the right room, Agent."

Cyrus was literally yanking his chain, holding onto the cuffs and pulling at them as they moved along. The metal chafed at his wrists but he held back making any sound of discomfort for his captor's benefit. Inside he was angry, seething at the fact that Simon would go to such lengths. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this kind of assignment but this was not what he had envisioned when he was told to "string" Caffrey along. What was the old saying: The enemy of mine enemy is my friend or something along those lines. Neal wasn't a bad person. During their partnership the younger man had been nothing but loyal and had saved him from being poisoned even. That had not been part of any plan and if not for the con, Peter would have left El a widow. He looked up and saw room 315, noticing the lack of agents outside the door. Something was up but maybe Cyrus wouldn't notice.

"Shall we announce ourselves?"

He knocked, continuing to keep the gun on him as he did so and keeping out of sight of the peep hole. They waited but nothing happened, Cyrus knocking again. Still no reply.

"Try the next room, Agent? Perhaps this one is the wrong one?"

There was a warning there as if to say, don't screw this up if you want to live but right now Peter was more concerned with others being hurt than himself. Much as he wanted to run with El, maybe this was his fate for betraying Caffrey. The con hadn't deserved any of this even if the agent thought of him as a criminal. His views had changed some with their association but it didn't change the fact that Neal Caffrey was basically just a con man. He felt a shove, the cuffs rattling some as they stopped before the next door and Cyrus knocked on the door. They heard someone moving inside, Peter noticing his captor smiling cooly as the footsteps neared. This was the room he shared with El. He didn't want to see her hurt no matter what his thoughts had been before he met her. He silently hoped she wouldn't open the door for him or that it was someone else, an agent maybe, answering. He heard the chain inside unhooked then the turn of a bolt, his pulse racing with secret horror at who might be opening the door.

"What the..."

Cyrus cursed, looking at the agent with the gun still at the back of his head as they saw a short balding man standing there with thick glasses and a smoking jacket on. Peter noticed immediately who it was and a part of him almost balked that the little guy was here. Where was his wife?

"You don't look like room service and I didn't order a kidnapping..."

Mozzie's voice was calm despite what he was obviously looking at and the fact his words made the situation even more surreal. He heard the gun cocked and pushed against the base of his skull tighter, the agent stiffening in response.

"Little... man. Unless you want the agent's brains splattered all over your cheap little jacket, I suggest you tell me where everyone is."

Cyrus sounded frustrated, Peter doing his best to be calm as Mozzie gazed at them both doefully, a look that really didn't fit him but it made the gunman feel superior.

"I don't know who this everyone is you're talking about. I was waiting for room service and a companion I ordered. Since you are neither, I'm ending this conversation now."

Mozzie made to close the door but Cyrus kicked it with his foot narrowly missing the little con guy who was backing up with a still calm glance now peppered with a hint of fear in his bespectacled eyes.

"You weren't coming here for a social visit, Fed. Where is the safe house Simon mentioned?"

They walked into the room despite the false look of annoyance by Mozz who continued his act despite the hidden worry in his eyes. Peter hoped Cyrus didn't notice as the little guy winked at him then moved over to a small end table to grab up the phone.

"I'm calling the manager of this fine establishment and telling him I want a refund. If he calls this a 4 star concierge hotel, he is sadly mistaken."

Mozzie was continuing the act so maybe there was help nearby as Peter let his captor pull him along by the cuffs, the gun cocked again. They both jumped when the phone exploded, hit by one of Cyrus' bullets.

"Nobody is calling anyone. Simon has some explaining to do... Agent Burke, why were you coming here if not to visit your wife and partner?"

It was obvious Mozzie posed no threat in Cyrus' eyes which was a relief as he'd seen the little guy take a gun from someone once but in this case it might be less than likely he'd see that feat again. When he didn't answer right away something hard hit him across the back of the head, Peter slumping to the floor as he heard the gun cocked yet again.

"I asked you a question, Fed. Why were you visiting this hotel? Simon promised me Caffrey and you on a platter if I showed up."

Peter was woozy, down on his knees and trying not to pass out despite the ringing in his ears and throbbing of his head from the hit. Cyrus held him up by the links between the cuffs, the pain helping to keep him conscious but only just so.

"If this is about the tip I didn't leave for the broken toilet you fixed, I'm sorry."

Mozzie was talking, distracting Cyrus but the little guy wasn't in the habit of carrying a weapon so if the man wanted to shoot him there wasn't much to be done. Annoying as the con man was, he had been helpful as a resource for several cases. Caffrey chose his friends well and they were loyal to one another without much of a rift between them even when Peter had taken the con from jail and turned him into what Mozz called a Pseudo Suit.

"I'm getting very tired of your quips, little man."

Cyrus had let go of his cuffs, Peter feeling himself free for a moment as his eyes moved up to see that the gunman was about to shoot Mozzie. He was probably going to regret this but at the moment he had little choice.

"That peashooter doesn't... uhm scare me."

Mozzie was glossing it on poorly but Cyrus was pulling the trigger back. This was no game as Peter made his move, head butting the man's stomach as he pushed himself up and back with surprising quickness. He regretted it immediately as he fell over, on top of his captor who was giving a groan of pain but still active. The gun hadn't gone off but it had gone flying across the room behind them and away from Mozz. Peter was about to pass out, Cyrus trying to rise and push him aside to get at Mozz and the gun. Only a miracle would keep him and the con alive at this point.

"FBI! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"

His fuzzy brain thought he heard a familiar voice as he started to close his eyes and black out, someone shifting beneath him and then cursing. It was Cyrus but consciousness was leaving him and he no longer had much in the way of normal thoughts beyond the need to pass out.

Boss... Peter... Help me with him...

You took your time, Lady Suit.

The voices started to merge into one and blackness overtook the agent as he passed out, strange images and dreams filling his unconscious mind.

It was here... I swear. I didn't think he'd move it this fast...

Mozzie? Of course Mozzie's involved...

He had been angry, remembering when Elizabeth had been taken by Keller. That's when he's known he didn't want to do this anymore, babysitting a con for his uncle's own schemes. It wasn't what he wanted anymore. He just wanted to be with his wife without the complications of cons or familial obligations he had no reason to support. He felt himself gasp, coming to as someone pushed him back against a soft surface and he realized he was in a bed, a voice talking quietly to him.

"It's ok, Peter. Relax..."

His eyes fluttered open, looking up into two blue ones he knew very well. It was Neal Caffrey, the con sitting beside him on the bed in the hotel they were supposed to be safeguarded in. There was no sign of Cyrus once his eyes focused on his surroundings and his CI, a groan escaping his lips as he sat up with some effort. Neal had given up trying to make him lay down but another voice piped in from behind the con as Peter felt a smile of relief curve his lips upwards.

"Hun... lay down. You might have a concussion. The doctor should be here soon."

She had walked closer, Elizabeth taking Neal's place as he stood at the end of the bed, a concerned look in his eyes. The con was worried about him, the look a familiar one and yet, all Peter could think of was that his wife was ok and here with him as his eyes moved back to her again.

"I'm ok... I'm ok. What happened to Cyrus? Is Mozzie ok?"

He must be falling back into his act because he'd just asked about the con. Elizabeth nodded, smiling despite her own worry for him, her hands gently hugging him as she pushed him back against the pillows and kissed his lips. This felt good, his eyes looking up to see that Neal had turned his back to give them some privacy as he walked some feet away. He was now aware of other sounds, voices in the next room but he just worried about El and how to get away from all of this excitement.

"Mozzie is fine as he's going to be. Says he won't play bait for the man ever again although he was worried when you didn't wake up. Diana all but had to toss him outside when he started quoting all the bad things a head wound could be. I came in on the tail end of it all but he's fine and they managed to get Cyrus."

She left everything open ended, the question she'd asked him before hanging in the air. He had refused to answer for fear El would get involved but now she was and he still didn't want her to know. It was his way of protecting her but after the fact it seemed more selfish than anything.

"Good... is Diana still here? I need to... to... I have a question."

He felt his head throbbing despite laying back on a pile of pillows that raised his head enough he was practically sitting up. It was comfy though and probably best since head wounds were funny things. He hoped the doctor showed soon because he was feeling tired and he wouldn't be able to fall asleep until they arrived and examined his injuries. El shushed him and brushed the hair from his face.

"Relax Peter. She's outside. Neal, can you get Diana in here?"

The CI turned and nodded, his manner distracted as he stared at the agent curiously then Elizabeth before leaving the room. A few minutes later Diana showed, smiling at them both as she came to stand beside them.

"Hey boss... how's the head?"

Diana was loyal to him, doing things most people would never do for their boss unless they trusted you were leading them down the right path. All the times he had her do things under the table concerning Neal when he was giving most of that info to the very people they were hiding it from. Technically he was hiding it from those that might object for different reasons but now he was feeling a bit of nausea at the thought of her trusting him so blindly. He respected her and Jones somewhere deep inside but was still too stubborn to admit it.

"As well as it could be... considering. Thanks for the rescue. I hoped Mozzie wasn't doing what he did on his own."

He smiled up at her and she gave him a wink, smiling at Elizabeth before excusing herself as her cell rang again. She made a face, covering the mouthpiece as she whispered "Hughes" and moved out into the other room. For a moment they were alone, Peter reaching up to hold his wife closer as she lay beside him on the bed.

"Hun... you feeling ok? The doctor should be here soon."

Elizabeth was worried for him and honestly, she was all he cared for. If he told her the truth would she stay with him? Something akin to fear washed over him as he nodded back in answer to her query.

"Just tired. I was thinking... with everything going on and Cyrus put away. Why don't we take a vacation? I'm sure Hughes will give the ok. We could go far away... for a weekend or longer."

He kept his tone light while hiding the fact he was thinking of turning this so called trip into a chance to run away and reinvent himself. Peter could tell his wife afterwards what was up once they'd been gone long enough to be off the radar. He'd learned some things from Neal and Mozzie in their partnership to slip out of sight. She looked back at him curiously, El feeling his head as if he might have a fever.

"Vacation? What brought this on, Peter? I mean... I could leave the business with Yvonne for a week or two. You sure there's nothing wrong?"

Her innate sense of something going on was kicking in but for now he couldn't very well tell her what he had been doing or planning. He needed the box but now maybe it didn't matter. If they just left...

"No... just thought with all this excitement it would be nice to get away. Leave Neal and Mozzie to their own devices for a bit. You remember Jay? He said there's a beach house with our name on it in Bermuda. Isolated and romantic..."

He was tempting her, hoping his wife would get the hint and they could go. He could quietly close all of their accounts although he already had a backup one just in case things went south. He'd been thinking of leaving for a while but once things with Elizabeth had solidified, he had made it a nest egg for them both. The account was hidden away offshore and unknown by anyone but himself.

"Sounds beautiful, hun. Let me think about it. It's almost wedding season and that's the busiest time for me. Then you have work and I don't believe you when you want to leave Neal alone with Mozzie. Sarcasm doesn't suit you."

She was teasing at the end, kissing him on the lips. There was a cough behind her, Peter looking around El to see a man with dark brown hair with just a hint of gray standing there.

"Someone called for a doctor?"

()()()

Neal was worrying about his partner but he was also recalling the odd words Peter may have said while he was unconscious in the hospital. He wanted to ask if the agent was tired of him, a sadness and almost desolate feeling overcoming him when he thought of it. Had he overstayed his welcome in Peter's life? Were the Burkes not happy with him anymore? El seemed as happy as always to see him, a genuine glow in her eyes when he was around but Peter seemed suddenly indifferent lately. A part of him didn't want to believe this but the words felt real to him from that dream and he needed to know why.

"Just make sure he takes those painkillers. It's just ibuprofen but it should be a high enough dosage to help with his discomfort. If he feels worse in two days, bring him to the hospital. Here's my card."

He turned as the doctor's voice reached him, the 40ish man walking out of the room with Elizabeth nearby. Diana was on the phone still, pacing at the far corner of the room and talking low so it must be something to do with their move. Someone had figured out where they were and sicced Cyrus on them. Neal had the feeling the man hadn't found them on his own but he couldn't help feeling that he needed to talk to Mozzie to find out exactly what had gone down when Diana had come to their rescue. He jumped, the cell in his pocket buzzing as he pulled it out and saw a text from his friend there.

Meet me at the treasure site.

Neal blinked realizing Mozz meant the old warehouse on Gansevoort, his pulse quickening a bit. He was on anklet and Mozz knew that but why that spot? He didn't want to piss Peter off any more than he already seemed to have although for now it was merely speculation from his formerly concussed, blood starved brain.

"Neal?"

He quickly blanked the screen of his cell, turning to see Elizabeth looking at him curiously. He shrugged back.

"Mozzie was asking if Peter was ok."

That seemed to calm her, a smile curving at her lips ever so slightly as she nodded, turning back towards the bedroom.

"Tell him The Suit is fine."

She was still smiling as she left the room back to her husband, his partner. Neal tried to think how to meet up with Mozzie when they were under house protection. It wouldn't be easy and he didn't want anyone to think he'd ran most of all Peter.

"Caffrey..."

It was Diana, glancing at him curiously as he moved closer to see what she wanted. The agent seemed uncertain if not wary and it unnerved him a bit.

"What's wrong?"

He could see that look she got sometimes as if she was trying to figure out how far she could trust him. Finally she shrugged, the phone in her hand still pushed up to her ear.

"Your friend... the little guy. Can you contact him?"

She was serious, her tone level with only a slight roll of her eyes to indicate it wasn't her first choice to contact Mozzie. He shrugged back, trying to figure out what was going on if they wanted to talk to Mozz.

"Maybe... What's up?"

"I can send Jones with you... for backup but we may have need of his ability to disappear for a bit. Peter and El need protecting as do you. Think he'd be game to help out?"

Diana's words were by far the least he expected out of her mouth but it was true that Mozzie was good at hiding. Nobody had found him yet and this might be a good chance for him to use his gifts for good if he was up to it. He knew his friend would probably postulate on the evils of using his skills for the very people he often hid from but then it was for a good cause...

"Let me see what he says. I can't guarantee an immediate response."

()()()

Mozzie wasn't happy when Neal showed up with Jones in tow. He understood the circumstances and he had put up with the meeting but had barely said two words to his fellow con while Jones tried to be friendly and tell them what was needed. Begrudgingly Mozzie agreed he had a new place that would be off the radar. It wasn't one of his permanent places so he could lose it to the Suits operations although he was still unhappy about giving them any ideas into how he thought much less worked.

"Thanks Mozz... you know I owe you big."

Neal kept his tone honest, not hugging the con who wasn't much for touchy feely kind of moments, a slight scowl on the little guy's face.

"I'll add it to the other list of things you've had me do in the name of Suitdom. So... how is he? I left as soon as I knew things were ok. I didn't want to attract any more attention than I already have."

Jones was off to the side talking to someone, Diana he suspected or maybe Hughes by the stiff stance he took when answering. Neal thought about what Mozzie was saying about attention, distracted by the ominous tone of his friend from his own worries about Peter not liking him anymore.

"Attention? Mozzie, nobody ever notices you. You're like the best at ghosting I've ever seen."

He was surprised to see the hint of fear on the little guy's face, his friend obviously worried about something as he peered around, then at Jones and finally pulled Neal a few yards away behind a post.

"I uhm may have told the Suit that I thought I was being followed. I have the location of the evidence box and since finding it, someone's been tailing me. I just know they wear a nice suit so I thought... but he said, well... that they weren't the ones following. I think I believe him."

Mozzie was talking about Peter, believing the Fed more than he usually did and he heard the honest trust in his partner but with what he thought he'd heard in his unconscious mind, Neal wasn't sure what he currently thought of the agent. He should have told Peter something but right now wasn't the right time.

"I thought you would never trust a Fed, Mozz. Getting soft?"

He was only half-teasing but Mozzie grasped his arm and nodded.

"He was right. They aren't the Feds or Suits. I just... well the man wears expensive clothes and he's... he looks a bit like Peter but not really."

As usual, Mozzie was waffling on his words a little but Neal was curious why he thought this man following him looked like Peter.

"Did you think about getting Aaron to tail you? He blends in enough he might be able to get a picture."

He was worrying about things again, thinking about the time Mozzie got shot. Who was following them and who had sicced Cyrus onto them? Neal wanted answers and he needed the evidence box to know more but not until everyone was safe. He wouldn't risk them for his own well being. Mozzie coughed, nodding up at him.

"He owes me... might be worse asking if he will do it. Tell the Junior Suit I'll have the place ready by midnight."

Mozzie was gone before he could say much else, vanishing into the evening as Jones turned, finished with his call and blinked.

"He really does a great Houdini, doesn't he? So... everything's set up?"

Jones was giving him an expectant look, Neal nodding as he thought about everything happening and why. The focus seemed to be on him and Peter and he couldn't figure out why that bothered him. He pushed it away to deal with the here and now.

"Midnight. He said he'd be in touch."

()()()

Peter heard rather than saw Jones show, the agent talking to Caffrey and Diana before the outer room was quiet again but for a soft murmuring from the few agents outside still guarding them. There were at least 4 now including Diana when he saw her peek in after bit. He had heard the outer door close thinking she had left but apparently he'd been wrong. Elizabeth was asleep next to him on the bed, her head resting gently on his chest as he held up a finger for the agent to speak softly. He had been sleeping up until that moment he'd heard Jones come by but none of the words had been clear enough for him to know what was going on and why Caffrey had left with him. Something was up and Diana was here to let him know what. El moved a bit, feeling his motion as she sat up and rubbed at her eyes tiredly.

"Guess I fell asleep. Something the matter, Diana?"

She talked to the agent casually but he sensed her worry as the two women gave each other a look and Diana shook her head.

"Just news. Jones went with Caffrey to ask the little guy to help us disappear for a bit. They should call back soon. How are you feeling boss?"

He was surprised by the news but also concerned. He suddenly remembered Simon's words about Mozzie not being as secretive as he had thought. Would this be another trap set by his uncle? It was obvious he had the little guy tailed from what the con had told him. This wouldn't fair well for any of them, his head nodding as he tried to hide his discomfort at the idea of being taken in by Simon again. He needed to get out of the city with Elizabeth before something worse happened. Diana nodded back, leaving the room as El looked at him and started to knead at his shoulders.

"You're tense, hun. What's the matter?"

El always knew but he couldn't tell her anything yet... not now.

"Probably the headache. I need some air."

He sat up and eased his legs over the side of the bed, El moving to sit beside him as he slipped his feet into his shoes and started to stand up. His wife did the same, following him, her arm entwined with his. Diana was still on the phone, several agents still in the room armed and at the ready. Peter knew they wouldn't let them just leave so he moved to the nearest agent, a younger man who was still green around the gills he guessed. This wasn't one of theirs but someone from another department of the Bureau and maybe that would be to his advantage.

"Agent..."

He approached the younger man who turned to stare at him clearly, stiffening some as if addressed by a higher ranking agent which Peter was and the man knew that.

"Agent Gains, Sir."

Yes, this might just work to his advantage as he motioned towards the door and the agent.

"I need some air but we need a guard..."

The slight turmoil within the agent as he turned to look over at the others and then Diana who wasn't paying attention to them, fully absorbed in her call, before he nodded to Peter and followed them out into the hallway. There were another two agents by the stairs and elevator, nodding at them stiffly especially to Peter. They knew who he was and for once, he liked to think that might get him what he wanted where before he wouldn't take advantage of such a thing. Rank only meant so much to him, his ideals elsewhere. El hugged him, the two arm and arm walking to the balcony. He had a plan forming in his head, something crazy he thought Caffrey might pull off. Peter smiled to himself, allowing the agent to go ahead of them into the balcony area as he formulated their escape.

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Author's Note: Mozzie helping the suits? Odd but true and Peter seems to be almost as wily as Neal but let's see where all of this goes. Simon is still lurking in the background ready to pounce!