A/N: I'm trying to decide on whom to pair Lizzy with…if you have any ideas, feel free to message me. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Flip of the Coin
"I found that file!" Lizzy slammed Peter's office door open and then froze when she saw an angry looking Elizabeth in there with him. "This can wait."
"No, Neal. Come in," she gestured for her to close the door and step into the room, which she nervously did. "Now, Neal, just because someone's accused of doing something, that doesn't mean that person is guilty, right?"
"What's this someone been accused of?" She asked curiously.
Peter snorted. "You really think he's the best one to ask?"
"Neal," El gave her husband a glare and then turned to look at Lizzy.
"It's possible that they're not guilty," she looked between them both. "What's this about?"
"See," El turned back to Peter, completely ignoring her question now she'd heard what she wanted to. "That's what I thought."
"This says whereabouts unknown," Peter held up a piece of paper questioningly. "Is he on the run?"
"He's at his brothers," El sighed. "I didn't know the address."
"If you're keeping information," he began angrily. "That's aiding and abetting."
"I think I grabbed the wrong file," Lizzy spoke up, trying to inch her way closer to the door. "I'll go find the right one."
"No, stay," Peter commanded, halting her escape in its tracks. "My turn. If we have your prints and hair on the scene and you're on the run, are you guilty?"
"Oh, now he's the best one to ask!" El cried.
Lizzy shifted guiltily; from her own experiences she knew that that much evidence would normally mean you were guilty, but then again he could have been framed. It wouldn't have been the first time someone framed someone else for their crimes; she'd never had to do so herself, but only because she made sure to never leave that much evidence.
"I think your friend should turn himself in," she said finally. If he was innocent, then there was a chance they could help him. Admittedly, if it was her she wouldn't hand herself in, she would probably run.
Once they had the man in custody, Peter agreed to look into the case, but he wasn't hopeful that they'd find anything positive. Lizzy's tip that you can't melt gold without getting blisters was enough to keep them looking and they were soon investigating with a few more leads.
She was very amused to hear that since Dana was staying with Peter and Elizabeth, things had been awkward at home for him. He explained how if there was something wrong with her then he could just hit her on the shoulder and tell her to 'cowboy up'…on the other hand, he had no idea how to treat a crying woman. She made a mental note never to get upset around Peter; she didn't much fancy a hit on the shoulder.
"You had Elizabeth talk to her?" She asked, knowing that there was no way Dana would have told Peter that much when she was so upset.
He shifted slightly before answering. "I thought some female intuition would be helpful."
Lizzy laughed, ignoring Peter as he levelled a glare at her. "She started crying didn't she?"
"I didn't even do anything," he complained, looking completely lost as to what he could have done wrong. "I have no idea what went wrong."
She tactfully changed the subject back to the case before she started laughing again. From there they went to talk to Alicia Teagan who they suspected was the woman who'd taken Jonathan's hat and prints. It was easy enough for her to get into the offices and break into the woman's desk. Peter, of course, was set against using anything that she found, but she ignored him and asked Mozzie to look into it.
Lizzy tried not to fidget as she talked to Peter. Mozzie was on his way over and if Peter had knocked on her door just a few minutes later then she wouldn't have been wearing her Neal disguise. Contrary to what he'd said, they didn't talk at all about the case; Peter instead used the time to complain some more about how he needed to free John so he could go home again. A knock on the door alerted her to the fact that Mozzie had arrived; she jumped up and went to answer it before Peter could move.
"Photocopy of a pawn ticket," Mozzie announced as soon as the door was open, oblivious to how she was cursing him in her mind. "But I got this coin. What?"
"Mr Haversham," she knew it was pointless to pretend that he wasn't there for her, but she could still try and hope that Peter was a lightweight and didn't notice. "June isn't here at the moment."
"Oh," Mozzie blinked, no doubt trying to think of an excuse for being there. "That's too bad; I was looking forward to those drinks."
He moved as if he was going to leave, but Peter spoke up before he could. "Hang on a minuet, who are you?"
"I'm the neighbour," he said, the lie falling easily off of his tongue, even if he did look a bit more nervous than usual because he was talking to a fed. "Dante Haversham."
Safe to say, Peter didn't fall for their lie and invited Mozzie in, telling them that he didn't want to know who he was. The funny thing was that as far as they were concerned, Dante Haversham was Mozzie's real name, just like Lizzy was hers. After mocking the fact that Kate had left her an empty bottle, they began discussing the coin that Mozzie had obtained and how it could help their case.
In the end, Alicia agreed to help them, Lizzy had to meet with Aimes and convince him that she was a rich antiquities buyer. The car the feds got her to use was useless for the role they'd given her, so she got Mozzie's help in getting another one. The Mercedes was quickly replaced with a Limo that they'd have to give back when the case was finished.
She was getting really tired of having a gun pointed at her, this time it was made even worse by Cruz urging the guy to shoot her so that she could get him on murder too. She knew it was a bluff, but there was no guarantee that the guy wouldn't call it and shoot her anyway. Thankfully, they managed to arrest him without anyone getting hurt and Peter was thrilled to be able to go home again.
"I need some sort of warning bell for when Peter's going to come over," she sighed, looking over to where Mozzie was sat on her couch. She smiled at him and went over to sit next to him, leaning against his side. "If he'd come a little later he would have discovered my secret."
"How do you propose to do that?" He questioned. She could practically hear his brain whirring with ideas on how such an invention could be made.
"Maybe I should just install a peep hole on the door," she suggested, hooking her ankles together and wincing as she caught herself on the tracker. "Or ask who it is before answering."
"Both," Mozzie nodded. "I'll talk to June and pull some strings to get it done."
"Thanks, Moz," she positioned her legs so that they were hanging over the side of the couch while she rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"No falling asleep," he jostled her slightly as he moved his arm to hang over her shoulder. "You're too heavy for me to carry you to bed now."
"Spoilsport," she muttered, opening her eyes again. "Do you really think we'll find Kate?"
"I know we will," he replied confidently, and then seemed to hesitate before continuing, as if he knew that what he was going to say next was something she didn't want to hear. "But I don't know if that will be a good thing."
"I have to know that she's okay," she muttered. Once she knew that Kate was safe, she could begin to think about her options. Mozzie had made his dislike of her clear, but he'd never seen how she acted when it was just the two of them alone.
"She'll be fine," he reassured her, tightening his hold on her before loosening it again. "You taught her everything you know and she's smart enough to use it."
"Do you really think she's just using me?" She had to ask. The fact that Kate had gone looking for her hiding place had hurt her, and only the thought that it was the man with the ring that had forced her to do it made her feel better. If Kate was really using, she didn't know what she would do.
Mozzie moved so that he could look at her. "I think that you care for her more than she cares for you."
"I hate this," she groaned, covering her face with her hands as she let out a deep breath. "I wish I could just go out and get drunk. Problems seem so much easier to deal with when you're drunk."
He chuckled, causing a smile to grace her own face in response. "I don't think Suit would be best pleased if you turned up for work tomorrow with a hangover."
"Fine," she mock glared at him, untangling herself and standing up. "I'm going to bed."
"Even a soul submerged in sleep," Mozzie quoted. "Is hard at work and helps make something of the world."
"Heraclitus," she named the man who had said the quote. It was like a game for them, quoting people and seeing if the other knew who had said it.
"Man is a genius when he is sleeping," she recited back at him, moving over to the bathroom and getting ready for bed.
"Akira Kurosawa," he called out after a seconds pause.
She grinned at him and covered her mouth as she yawned. "I think it would be a good idea to follow their advice and try get some sleep," she poured herself a glass of water and placed it by her bed. "Are you staying here tonight?"
"No," he shook his head and stood up. She followed him to the door so that she could lock it once he'd gone. "Goodnight." She replied in kind and then shut and locked the door behind him, not wanting a repeat performance of when June walked in on her.
June knocked on her door for breakfast the next morning, mentioning that she was alone so Lizzy didn't have to dress up if she didn't want to. She remained in her pyjamas to answer the door and eat breakfast. Unfortunately, after having a quick shower, she had to get changed into her suits and pin her hair up.
"It's such a shame that a beautiful girl like you should have to hide," June told her sadly.
Lizzy smiled at her, adding the final touch to her hair so that it wouldn't fall down if she had to do any running. "Are you trying to say I don't make a nice man, June?"
"You make a very handsome man," June contradicted her. "But you could make it as a model when you look like yourself, and I've only ever seen you in sweatpants and t-shirts!"
"You're not the first to say that," she blushed lightly at the compliment. "There were a few male models that offered to find me an agent the last time I went to a fashion week as myself."
"I can imagine," she said dryly. There was a moments silence before June seemed to think of something that she wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it. "You mentioned male models, but aren't you and Kate…?"
"Ah," she smiled self-consciously. It wasn't often that she came across anyone who had objections to her sexuality, and she didn't think that June would have any problems with it, but she always felt a bit odd talking about it since it felt so natural to her. "I'm bisexual. Though I do admittedly prefer men."
"I thought that might be the case," June nodded. "Though I thought that when I still believed you were a man."
"You're one of the few," she snorted. "When I'm 'Neal', everyone assumes I'm a womanizer, when in truth it's not often that I actually go home with anyone."
"Not to worry dear," June stood up and began clearing away some of the plates. "You'll find someone you can be yourself with soon."
"What if I've already found that with Kate?" She questioned, not missing the thoughtful expression that crossed June's face before she replied.
"Do you think you've found that with Kate?" She asked back.
Lizzy thought about the time she'd spent with Kate, how she'd felt like she'd do anything for her and wouldn't hesitate to admit that she loved her. The only problem was that she couldn't be herself with Kate; she'd never told her the truth and it had always held them back from having a complete relationship. If she truly loved Kate, why was she still so reluctant to tell her the truth? Shouldn't she want to tell her everything? She'd already proved she didn't fully trust her because she'd told her a lie about her hiding place; that way Lizzy would know if she betrayed her.
"I don't know anymore."
A/N: It feels like the episodes aren't long enough anymore. Hopefully, I'll soon be able to change more instead of just copying bits of the episode and changing a few words.