Neal and Mozzie were sitting on the carpeted floor of their converted warehouse, cocooned in a comfortable silence. Neal was sketching something on a huge canvas balanced precariously on one knee. Mozzie was drinking tea from an ornate teapot that had once belonged to Queen Victoria.

"So how's the painting going?" Mozzie balanced his cup and saucer on a conveniently placed coffee table before scooting other to sit next to Neal. He peered down over his friend's shoulder at the half finished drawing on the canvas. "Wow, Neal. This is incredible!" He gasped, eyes agog, mouth agape. "Pull this forgery off and we'll get 6 million dollars by tomorrow!" Neal grinned at his short, compassionate friend. One of the best parts of forging paintings was that he got to spend time with Mozzie. Whilst he was copying a masterpiece, his best friend would keep him company in their freshly renovated warehouse, amusing him with quips and crazy conspiracy theories. Say what you would about Mozzie and his ambiguous moral compass; it wouldn't change the fact that he was clever. And fun to be around. And sometimes (just sometimes) he had his heart well and truly in the right place.

"I'm a tad worried about the eyes." Neal murmured in response to Mozzie's praise. "I don't think I pulled them off as well as I could have… Maybe I should start again." He ran a critical eye over his own drawing. A masterful forgery of the Mona Lisa, done from an enhanced, illegal photograph, stared back at him. He squinted deep into the sea of pencil marks, studying the intricate, swirling smudges and the first, early bursts of colour within the preliminary coat of paint. His skills were sharp – even he could see that, but he knew that he could do better. Knew that he could improve. Neal sighed and added a few new pencil strokes to his work. Maybe when he was older he would be good enough to fool those infuriating experts at DC Art Crimes. It was certainly something to aim for. Mozzie seemed to sense his frustration and padded over, cup of tea in tow. He placed a calming hand on his friend's shoulder, before promptly launching into a lewd anecdote that left Neal in stitches.

Ten minutes later. Neal and Mozzie were locked in an energetic debate about who was the best fence in the city, but Neal was distracted by both his "dodgy" painting, and by thoughts of Sara and Kate. Admittedly, it was mainly the latter. The more he focused on the problem, the more he realised that it was quite the little Shakespearean dilemma. Both girls liked him, and he liked them... both? But he wasn't a Time Lord. He didn't have two hearts. He couldn't like two people, could he?

" Moz…" Neal started. He didn't look up from his artwork, but he could tell that Mozzie was listening. "I need your help with something. You see-" But he got no further. His words were drowned out by the excited, though somewhat lethargic, voice of his friend.

"Neal, really, the best fence is definitely Rusty. I mean, I get where you're coming from, Alex does have potential, but is she really the hard core fence you can trust with your criminal integrity?" Neal's fluid drawing hand stopped long enough for him to shoot Mozzie a quizzical glance.

"What? No. Moz, this is something different. I wanted your opinion on my, uh, love life." Mozzie nearly choked on his tea.

"Your love life? You can't have a love life! What would the feds do if they found out that you had a… a - a love life? Use your girlfriend to track you down and throw you in prison, that's what!"

"Moz, don't you think that you might be overreacting just a tiny bit?" Neal's tone was mordant, but Mozzie wasn't going to back down.

"Distrust and caution are the parents of security. So said Benjamin Franklin."

"Yeah. Well, I don't need security. We're criminals for God's sake - we go against security!"
"Neal… Speaking from experience, I would really advise that you don't get yourself involved in a relationship. Especially if you're on the run. Which, might I mention, you are!" Neal opened his mouth to launch some biting counter argument, but something interrupted him. A noise. Sharp, brittle, out of place. He froze.

"Moz, what was that?" Mozzie crinkled his eyebrows in concentration.

"Car door slamming, I think." Neal glanced down at his friend.

"Wow. How did you possibly know?" He shook his head with friendly sarcasm. "I meant, why is a car door slamming when there is restricted vehicle access this side of the warehouse?" Next to him, Mozzie nodded thoughtfully.

"All vehicles forbidden, construction underway." He murmured, quoting the signpost that stood outside. "All trespassers will be prosecuted."

"Exactly. And so we return to our original question. Why is there a car outside?" Mozzie winced as another sound echoed through the walls of the warehouse.

"Make that two cars. Oooh, and that's a helicopter. How exciting." Neal stood up. Maybe it was because he was constantly hunted by the FBI, but he was unusually jumpy for someone his age. He wasn't the type to sit idly when his safety was being threatened.

"Moz, you designed this building. You got a handy escape route up your sleeve?" Though the situation was high pressure, the two friends maintained their amiable tones. It took a lot to stress the pair of them out. Mozzie thought for a moment.

"Oooh, there is something that could help us." He drew out his phone and started tapping away on the screen. Neal gathered up his half-finished painting, expertly rolling it and slipping the canvas into a plastic tube.

"Here we go…" Mozzie smiled exuberantly as he showed his phone to Neal. "I installed dozens of pin sized cameras all over the outside of the building. The whole wall and front door is peppered with them, as well as the floor." Neal glanced at the screen. It was covered with flickering images from the camera's live feed. He stared at them for a second, then turned to Mozzie.

"Wait, you had cameras outside the building?"

"Of course."

"But then… Mozzie! Why did we go through all the crap with the password earlier?" Mozzie grinned impishly. Neal shook his head, trying not to smile. "Moz, you so need to get a life." He joked. Mozzie raised a falcate finger.

"Speaking of, why don't we focus on what the cameras are showing us now, eh?" Together, they gazed down at the live feed from outside. Neal gasped.

"Oh fu…fudge." The building was surrounded by at least a dozen police cars. A truck with the blaring words FBI idled on the tarmac outside and the visual from certain cameras showed a whirling helicopter lurking in the sky. Seven agents with bulletproof vests were making their way towards the warehouse door. Neal recognised the grainy face of his arch enemy: Peter Burke. Crunch. Mozzie jumped as one of the visuals streaming through his iPhone flickered out and died. He huffed and sipped his tea.

"Oh dear, that was my favourite camera. I think someone trod on it."

"That's a shame." Neal tugged on his Nikes, tightening the laces with practiced movements. "We should probably get out of here… Nice tech, by the way, Moz. How did you link all those cameras up with your phone?" Mozzie clambered to his feet. He looked smug.

"I had to design a whole new app. Cool, right?" Neal nodded.

"What did you call it?" Mozzie grabbed his stuff and downed his tea in one great gulp. Then he shot Neal an effervescent grin.

"iSpy." Neal laughed out loud, swooping in for a high five, before doing a final check of the warehouse. They had left nothing. Mozzie shoved a sofa out of the way, revealing a trap door built into the carpet. He tapped in a 30 digit long key code, then dropped through the hole just as the warehouse doors began to rattle. The FBI had resorted to using battering rams. Neal sighed, taking one last look at the warehouse that had been his art studio and second home for the past two months. He knew he could never return. He tipped an imaginary hat to the shaking warehouse doors, knowing that the frustrated agents were mere metres away from the criminal they were so desperate to catch. "Nice try, Peter." He whispered. Then with a cheeky grin, Neal slid through the hole and out to safety.

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