Hey! Like I said, last chapter! Thanks for coming along on the ride! :)

Zoe slipped into the booth across from Franklin Delooney. He looked up at her with confusion written on his face.

"I think you have the wrong table," he stated as he looked back down at the menu.

"No, I think I'm at the right one," she countered. "Franklin Delooney?"

The man looked up at the sound of his name. "Well. You have me at a disadvantage," he replied, setting the menu back down. "You seem to know who I am, but I would very much like to know who you are," he added, eyes travelling up and down once before meeting her eyes again. He thought she looked familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen her before.

"I hear you have some information you'd like to keep quiet?" she asked, ignoring his last comment even though she wanted to smack him upside the head for it. Delooney shook his head.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he said passively.

"Come on, Franklin," she coaxed. "You and I both know that you've kept a record of all the supplies you purchased. I'm just here because I caught wind of what happened and I think I could help you keep take care of it. For a price, of course," she added.

"I'm sorry, I don't do business with people I am unacquainted with," he stated, bored of the conversation. Zoe leaned forward.

"Fine. You wanna know who I am?" she asked. Delooney looked up, interest once again sparking in his eyes. "My name is Zoe Morgan." She watched as recognition dawned on his face. "Good, you know who I am."

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ms. Morgan?" he purred, suddenly more gentlemanly than he had been since she had arrived. "How did my situation come to your attention?"

"I have friends," she stated simply. "Friends who said you probably had some things you'd like to keep quiet? I can make sure that whatever you have is taken care of," she offered again. Delooney looked at her with debating eyes, then finally reached into his pocket, pulling out a thumb drive.

"What's your price?" He asked, holding the drive up and inspecting it. Zoe grabbed a pen and one of the napkins, wrote a figure down and slid it across the table. Delooney picked it up, and his eyes widened slightly. "Well...I'm sure we can arrange something," he finally agreed, handing the thumb drive over.

"Is this the only copy?" Zoe asked. Delooney nodded.

"Yes. Don't want more evidence out there than there already is, right?" he replied with a chuckle. "How do you plan on getting rid of the evidence?" he asked.

"Who said anything about getting rid of it?" Zoe asked, standing up at the same time someone in the booth behind them did, handing the thumb drive to that person.

"Franklin Delooney, you are under arrest for 3 charges of attempted murder, as well as domestic terrorism. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford…" Detective Carter continued reciting the man's rights as she led him out the door in handcuffs while Franklin glanced around with wide eyes, wisely keeping his mouth shut.

Zoe walked out the door after the Detective's car had driven away, going over to meet a figure who was leaning against a wall, watching the whole thing take place.

"Hey John," she said as she took up a spot on the wall next to him.

"Zoe," greeted the man in his quiet voice. "Thank you again for your help," he said.

"No problem. I was glad I could help take the scumbag down," she replied. There was silence for a few minutes, then she asked, "How are Neal and the Agent?"

"They're going to be alright," John assured her. "Neal has a concussion and had a sprained shoulder, but as long as he takes it easy keeps his arm in the sling they've given him he'll make a full recovery in a few weeks. Agent Burke is also going to make a full recovery. The knife missed any vital organs and they've replaced the blood he lost. He'll be in the hospital for a few more days at least, and then kept to desk duty for a few weeks, but he's a very lucky man," he finished.

Zoe looked at the man in the suit. "And what about you?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be off your ankle?"

John looked down at his injured ankle then shrugged. "They said it wasn't broken, it was just a bad sprain. As long as I keep the brace on, I can walk on it just fine."

Zoe raised her eyebrows at him. "And are you currently wearing the brace?" she asked in a lighthearted berating tone. John smiled and didn't answer, and she didn't press him.

0-0-0

"Hey John," Neal said as John sat down on the bench next to the conman.

"Neal," John greeted, inclining his head slightly. "Just came by to tell you that Delooney's been arrested, and is awaiting trial. We have a flash drive with all his associate's names, as well as solid proof that he tried to murder you and Peter," the ex-CIA agent informed him.

"So it's over?" Neal asked, relief apparent in his voice.

"Yeah it's over," John promised. They sat in silence for a few moments, then Neal asked,

"Mozzie wants to know how you knew we were in danger."

John chuckled. "Your friend is an interesting man," he commented, purposefully not answering the question. "I think he and my friend have a lot in common."

Neal knew that was John's way of saying he wasn't going to answer his question, so he let it go. He turned to John. "Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for what you did for Peter and me," he said, holding out his hand. John took the outstretched hand and shook it.

"Not a problem," he said with a smile. "Just don't let me see your number pop up again, yeah?"

Neal laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on it."

As the two of them parted ways, John thought to himself, "No one ever does."

So yeah. Cheesy ending, dunno what you guys think, dunno what I think even. But there it is! My first attempt at a crossover!