"You set me up?" de Luca asked, sounding like he was working up some steam. Peter fought not to enter the scene. This would become dangerous. "You set me up, you freakin' weasel?!"

"Aw, someone got double-crossed in this? We should all be shocked," Mozzie replied, dripping with sarcasm. "That's what happens. I'm gonna turn and walk away. You can be smart and do the same thing, or you can make the same mistake your father did." Mozzie placed the briefcase on the ground. "Your decision."

And then he just walked away.

"Pick it up," Peter mumbled between his teeth. No matter Mozzie's good intentions to set all things right in the world, de Luca had done many bad things in his life, and Peter wanted him behind bars. "Pick it up."

De Luca looked down at the briefcase.

"Hey!" he called after Mozzie, putting his hand inside his pocket. "Hey!" As Mozzie turned, de Luca picked up the case at the same time as he brought out a gun. "My father would have wanted it this way."

"FBI! FBI!" Peter and Jones yelled at the same time as they rushed into the scene. "Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!"

By the sounds and commotion, Peter guessed that the SWAT team arrived as well.

"Drop your weapon!"

"FBI! FBI!"

"Drop it, drop it! Drop it! Freeze!"

"Drop your weapon!"

De Luca gave up. He moved his finger from the trigger keeping it in clear view, and dropped the gun to the ground.

"Now I've got you on extortion and attempted murder," Peter told him. "You should have listened to him."

"Hope it was worth it, de Luca," Mozzie said, watching him getting cuffed by Jones.

"Please don't go rogue on me again," Neal said to his friend.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Peter asked, holstering his gun. "You should have let me handle this."

"De Luca's always armed, and he's good," the annoying man said. "S.W.A.T. or not, he most likely would have shot you, Suit."

"And if we hadn't shown up?"

"I knew you would. Thank you, Peter." Peter noted the use of his name. Mozzie had understood the seriousness. He had done what he thought best for them all. "You guys ever tried bubble-gum ice cream?"


When Neal got home, he found Mozzie by the kitchen table.

"Hey," he said, looking at the stuff his friend was handling. "You got your stuff from the feds."

"Yeah, complete with FBI taint."

So typical Moz. But, it was more to his face than that.

"You doing okay, Moz?"

"I know how hard it is to give up everything. I couldn't do it. I kept a part of Jeffries with me, and I know I'm lucky I get to do that. And I know your connection to the FBI, but it's not who we are. When we do finally get to sell our art, we really have to remember that."

Neal had almost forgotten about the art. Any time he worked with Peter, it seemed to slip his mind.

"What are you saying?"

"Oh, you and Peter… Enjoy it while it lasts."

They were supposed to leave without a trace. He knew that. That was what they both had wanted for so long. Just leave and enjoy a lot of money somewhere. Somehow, it did not feel that attractive any longer. He had hoped to stall until he was free, but he had never really considered leaving Peter for good. Nor leaving Elizabeth. And he should do that. He must do that.

Someone knocked on the door, and Peter popped his head inside.

"Hope you don't mind," he said. "I brought a friend."

Before Neal had any time to see who the man was, Mozzie called out:

"Mr. Jeffries? You're okay!" The two men united in a big hug. Jeffries chuckled.

"Your FBI friends found me at Lady Liberty. I'm glad you got my clues."

"I told you, Suit."

Jeffries looked him up and down.

"You haven't changed at all, except for a bit more character up there." He gestured towards the head.

"Oh, well, father time has a cruel sense of humor. How's everything down at the group home? I know my donations weren't much, but—"

"They were enough. The smallest good deed is worth more than the grandest intention."

"Oh, Duguet!" Moz grinned. "Hum… Good deeds are the seeds to good actions."

Jeffries laughed.

"Temple," he said at once. "Action is eloquence."

"Shakespeare. False eloquence is exaggeration. True eloquence is emphasis."

"Alger. Good one."

Mozzie was happier than Neal had ever seen his friend. He wondered if he would be equally happy if he saw Ellen again. Maybe he should take the step and ask Peter if he could move a little out of his radius to pay her a visit.

"Are they really having a quote-off?" Peter asked, baffled.

"Oh, yeah."

"My goodness!" Jeffries said all of a sudden. "Is that Mozart?" The older man pulled it out of the box with tenderness. "He loved this little bear," he told Neal and Peter. "Couldn't pronounce his name, though. Kept calling it 'Mozzie.'"

Oh! Neal was surprised, and so was Peter. Moz sent them a wide embarrassed smile. Neal left for the patio to leave them to their memories. Peter followed.

"A sentimentalist," his handler said.

"Yeah."

"I can't believe Mozzie kept tabs on Jeffries all these years."

As he would keep tabs on Peter and Elizabeth. He knew now he would never be able to fully leave them. A treasure like that, with Peter on their tale… They would not manage to keep it a secret. One day he would have to run.

"Sometimes it's hard to say goodbye," he said.

"Mm."

Peter looked out over the skyline. How much did he know?

He did not want to leave, but as Moz had said, this life was not meant for him. No matter how much he wanted it, he would always be a conman.

How he wished he could tell him all and be done with it. But he cared for Mozzie as well. Torn between his two best friends.

"Jeffries did not tell Mozzie's real name, did he?" Neal asked out of curiosity.

Peter glanced at him.

"So you don't know either?"

"No."

"No, I didn't ask, and we referred to him as our 'common friend.'"

Neal nodded in approval.

"Is Neal Caffrey your real name?" Peter asked after a moment.

"It is."

"Then why is there nothing to find before you turn eighteen?"

"You may not have looked hard enough?" Neal asked with a grin. "Trust me, Peter. My parents named me 'Neal'."

"But their last name wasn't 'Caffrey,'" Peter concluded with a smug smile.

Neal did not reply to that. He just smiled and shrugged. In a way, Peter was right. But still, that conclusion would not help him. There were too many Neals out there. And Peter would probably not take his birthdate to be authentic.

Mozzie had said it was hard to leave everything behind. Still, that was precisely what he had done. He had not kept tabs. He halted the thought. He had. On Ellen.