Thank god that Selena left after the 'proposal.' Considering what they suspected her of it was not likely that she would insist on sex, now when he was on the hook, but he had no idea how not to without blowing the cover. And blown it would have been.

And knowing that Neal and Sara were watching, he did not even want to have the dinner waiting.

Once Selena left, Neal and Sara came back into the room.

"You should try a quiche," Sara said, chewing on the one Neal took from the table. "They are gorgeous."

"Thank you," the ever-smiling convict said. "And that went well, don't you think? Far more effective than trying to bug her phone."

Peter was angry. He could claim it was because Neal had taken command of his operation, but Peter knew that was only partly true. It had turned out for the better if you just looked at the goal, and that was what counted. No, Peter was angry because:

"How am I going to explain this to El?"

"Elizabeth?" Sara asked. "Why would that be a problem?"

"Because I'm just engaged with another woman!" Peter almost yelled.

"Wasn't you undercover?" Sara asked, and he could not help wondering if she had been drinking or the world had gone insane.

"Peter," the kid said in his most comforting voice, "why tell her?"

"Because I don't lie to my wife!"

"Technically, not telling is not lying. Besides, you do lie to Elizabeth on occasion."

"No. I do not." He had a transparent and honest relationship with his wife.

"Yes, you do. You told her Selena wasn't attractive, for instance. A lie." Neal leaned his head to the side, watching him. Peter felt accused and embarrassed at the same time. "But it's okay, Peter. Most people lie once or twice a day."

"Some have made it a profession," Peter stabbed him back.

"I never lie to you, Peter." The young man's face was serious. "You, on the other hand, have lied to me on several occasions. Do you want me to tell your wife? Or not tell?"

Peter took a deep breath.

"No, I'll tell her." He glanced at the untouched food. "I'm sorry for your dinner." He left and walked down the stairs. Maybe Sara was right. What was the problem? He was uncomfortable, sure, but he was undercover, doing a job, and would never, ever have sex with, or have any feelings for, Selena.

But he would tell El because that made him more comfortable. He did not believe in hiding information just because it was not, technically, a lie.

He drove home and sat down beside his wife on the sofa.

"So, how did it go?" she asked.

"Neal made me propose."

"Did Neal make you propose? How did he do that?"

"Long story. But, she said yes."

El flew out off the sofa.

"She said yes?!"

"You could look at this as another victory for Team Burke." He attempted to rise and hug her, but she raised her hand, stopping him. "El, I'm putting my life at risk here."

"Yes! You are," she nodded, angry. "I mean, this was… this was supposed to be a date, not a 'save the date.'"

"The investigation's almost over."

"Yeah, I recall hearing that after the first date. Now you're engaged?"

"All I need is to find out who her partner is. That means contacts, figuring out who she's close to."

El's face turned thoughtful.

"Maybe you need a guest list."

"Guest list?" Peter did not get it.

"For the wedding. You want to wrap up this case?" she asked, and Peter nodded. "You need an event planner."

"You."

"You bet."

"El, I…" He was about to object. But she was not the one in danger. Maybe this would make her more comfortable with the situation. And… "That's not a bad idea. You could ask questions that I can't."

"Like what?"

"Isn't there legal stuff around divorces and previous marriages? People getting married to different people in different states at the same time? Things you as an event planner need to check up on?"

"Well, I don't check those things up, generally, because it's none of my business, but I can make an exception."

Peter rose, and this time El did not object.

"I love you, hon," he said. She put her arms around him and hugged him.

"I love you too, hon. I'm sorry I was upset."

"You've nothing to be sorry for." Things were alright again.

Peter hoped she remembered this when she met him and Selena as a couple for the first time.

"Look at you two," their event planner smiled. "Peter, you didn't tell me she was so beautiful."

"Thank you."

"You're so welcome. Now, I was thinking of setting you guys up by the gazebo."

"Oh. That sounds great."

"I'll need a head count to make sure we have enough room. Did you bring your lists?" Peter pulled out his from his pocket. "Selena, friends and family?"

"Oh, no. I'm new to the city. I don't know many people here. Plus, I have all the family I need in this man."

Selena hugged his arm, and Peter exchanged a look with El. It seemed as if she was ready to roll her eyes.

"I understand. You want to keep it small. Weddings can be so chaotic. In the end, you're making a schedule instead of a memory."

"Sounds like you've had experience."

"You know, my husband and I wanted to keep it small, but somehow our wedding ballooned into this massive event."

Peter could not believe what he was hearing.

"You didn't enjoy it?" he asked, feeling his heart drop.

"Oh, it was lovely. It was really lovely," she assured him. "But I think if I were to do it again, I'd keep it a little more intimate, simple. Just us."

"Well, hopefully, ours will be more special."

Selena turned to kiss him.

"Mm...We...have to get going. We have reservations for lunch in a half-hour."

"Oh, Peter, do you mind if I borrow Selena for just a moment? I would love to go over invitations with her."

"Sure. I'll go get the car."

"Okay," Selena said. "Thanks, honey."

Hopefully, El would get her to send over a bunch of documents to confirm she was entitled to marry him, and they would get a paper trail and maybe, just maybe, would lead somewhere.

The two ladies exited the building shortly after he had fetched the car.

"Okay. So, we'll be in touch."

"Thank you so much," Selena answered. "Okay. Ready?"

"Ready as you are," Peter answered and held the door open to her.

As he passed around the car, he saw El glare at him. Had he sounded too pleased, too happy?

Then he heard tires screech behind him.

"Peter!" El screamed in pure terror.

A car rushed towards him, and in an effort to move out of its way, Peter fell to the ground. The car passed him awfully close.

Peter got to his feet and was met by El, who guided him in front of their car so he could sit down on the hood. Selena appeared, too, worried, sure, but not as El.

"I'll get you some water," El said and soon returned with a bottle from her car.

"Did you, uh - did you get a look at the license plate?" she asked.

"Uh, no tags."

"All right, thank you very much. I got it from here," Selena said to El. His wife was not that eager to leave, though, but she had little choice if not to cause suspicion. "Thank you," Selena said again, devouring. She left. "Wow. That car came out of nowhere." Peter glanced over her shoulder at El and wished for her hand on his cheek instead of Selena's, and she understood there.

"Yeah. If she hadn't warned me, I—"

"Oh, I don't want to think about that. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."

Peter looked at her. So Selena had arranged this little happening, had she?

"And if something did?"

"How close was it?" Neal asked when Peter had told him about the car.

"Close. Got my heart pumping. But then Selena and I had one of those 'should anything ever happen' chats."

"Oh. That's a pretty good scam," Neal nodded. "Car nearly runs you down, which prompts a discussion about what happens when you're gone?"

"Exactly. She told me if worse comes to worse, she wouldn't want a dime of my money."

"Really?" That was odd.

"She'd prefer I leave it to charity," Peter said. And it all made perfect sense again.

"One of her choosing?" he asked. Peter grinned, confirming.

"I went through the wills of her victims. Each one left a significant contribution to a charitable organization."

"I'm guessing these don't exist anymore."

"No."

"So where'd the money go?"

"This may tell us." Peter pointed at Diana coming in, all smiling, with a folder.

"We got something from the legal papers Selena gave Elizabeth," she said. "The lawyer's name was a bogus ID. We tracked to this guy." She opened the file. "Look familiar?"

Oh yes, that face was indeed familiar.

"It's the emcee from the auction," Neal said.

"Gerald Jameson."

"Yeah, he hosts dating events worldwide," Diana said. "Never stays in one place for more than a year. Always changes the name and charity of his latest auction." Doing that for so many years was impressive if you did not reflect that four men were dead because of it.

"That's a great setup," Neal said. "He puts on these auctions, lines up the suitors..."

"She knocks them down," Diana finished.

"We need a concrete link between these two and the charities," his handler said. Peter had Selena. He could not risk appearing as something else than a suitor in love. But, he, he was in another situation.

"I'll talk to him," Neal suggested.

"What are you gonna say?"

"That my date didn't work out." He looked at lovely Diana. "She was a nice girl who prefers— "

"Nice girls." Diana sent him a warm smile.

"I was gonna say 'blondes,' but we can run with that, too. Should give us enough time to case the office."

"Who is 'us'?" Peter asked. Neal just sent him one of those glances. Peter sighed. "Why'd I ask? I'm getting an annoying habit of relying on you two."

"Me and who?" Neal asked.

"Neal, don't. You know what I mean."

"You know we should arrange a catch-the-flag contest," Neal said, jamming his hands down in his pockets, beaming at Peter and Diana. "Me and we-know-who against the FBI White Collar unit. I can be gracious to let you leave my anklet on as a handicap."

"Get out of here," Peter said, trying to sound annoyed.

"All right, we're looking for safes, vaults, and locked cabinets," Neal told Mozzie as they walked inside the venue. "Keep an eye out. Hey, hey!" he called out at once as Gerald Jameson said appeared. "Great to see you again."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Munroe," Jameson said, shaking his hand. "How can I help you?"

"Well, I was just wondering about your next event," Neal said.

Jameson glanced at Mozzie at his side.

"Aaah…" the man pulled Neal aside, "I take it things didn't work out."

"Well, you know, some guys propose on the first date. Some don't make it to the second."

"I see. And with regards to your little friend over there, we have a certain height requirement."

Neal could not believe his ears. That was just ridiculous.

"Oh, no, no. He's all set with the ladies," he assured the idiot.

Jameson sent Mozzie a stare.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah." Why wouldn't he be? His friend had brains.

The man still stared as if Mozzie came from outer space. Then he found himself and focused on Neal.

"Well, I'm sorry to say my next event won't be for two months, and that's in Florida."

"I love the Sunshine State. Am I still tall enough to fill out an application, or...?"

"Yes, of course. I'll go get it from the back."

Jameson walked to a door with a keypad.

"8414," Mozzie said when Jameson closed the door behind him. "Standard Banks-Smith security system, but it's gonna be hard to get in here with him hanging around."

"Then we will have to get to it later."

Jameson returned with a form that he handed over.

"There you are."

"Thank you so much. One more thing. I love this space. Do - do you love it?"

"Yeah," Mozzie agreed. "High ceilings!"

"Do you rent it out?"

"Yes, it is possible."

"My friend, Mr. Williams, we attended your last auction together—"

"Of course, yes. He's our big winner."

"Yes, he had better luck than I did. And he asked me to help him with a... certain celebration."