Title: Come On In My Kitchen
Fandom: Smallville/White Collar Crossover
Spoilers: White Collar - Around the middle of the first season. Smallville - Pretty much current only Chloe/Oliver never happened.
Word Count: 5,427
Disclaimer: Don't own. Really want.
Author's Note: The title is a song by Robert Johnson.
Neal was made for fundraisers. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and smiled as yet another of June's friends promised at least a six digit sum for June's charity. No one could get people to part with their hard earned money, and happily at that, better than Neal. He's sure that's what June had in mind when she asked him to attend tonight. She looked across the room at him now and raised her glass in salute and he mirrored her then turned toward the door to search for his next victim.
The sound of twinkling laughter, light and free and achingly familiar caught his attention and he spun frantically searching out its owner. He moved from room to room searching. The laughter was unmistakably hers, he would know it anywhere, it was seared into his memory. It was also a sound he never thought he'd hear again. He stopped in the foyer and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. There was no way that it could be her, no way that she would be here of all places and he had almost had himself convinced that he'd imagined the laughter when he smelled it. The perfume was citrusy with just a hint of vanilla and logically he knew that there were more than a few woman here who were wearing Jo Malone Blue Agave but the smell combined with the laugh and he had to look. He turned his head, following his nose into the main room and he saw her.
All of his breath left his body in one undignified huff at the sight in front of him. She was practically glowing, her left arm firmly in the crook of the man standing by her side. He looked familiar in that way that all rich people look familiar, handsome, self assured, Neal had probably seen his face in the paper on the cover of a magazine before but he couldn't place him at the moment, all his attention was focused on the girl. "Chloe." He whispered allowing himself a small smile.
Her hair was still short and blonde, precise curls framed her face but in an almost casual way, meant to look unfussy, natural. Her deep green silk dress hugged her curves in places and draped enticingly in others.
She'd been wearing silk the last time he saw her. He closed to his eyes as the memory hit him suddenly, the feel of the fabric sliding between his fingers as he bunched it up around her hips, a hint of strawberries and champagne on her lips and tongue, the way her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as she gasped his name.
"Neal!" Someone called and he shook his head, bringing himself back to the party and found himself looking into the smiling face of Elizabeth Burke. "Where did you go just then?"
"Nowhere." He smiled uneasily at her. He was still holding the glass of champagne he'd grabbed earlier and grateful for something to do he brought it to his lips only to pause when he saw fresh starwberries floating in the drink. He set it down on the table beside him untouched and turned to Elizabeth. "When did you get here?" Neal asked, one eye on Elizabeth, the other eye firmly watching Chloe and her date as she made her way through the crowd to June.
"About five minutes ago." Elizabeth laughed. "Am I keeping you from something?" She asked him then turned and followed his gaze. "Or maybe someone?" She said with a knowing smile.
"What? No of course not." Neal gave her his full attention. "You look stunning by the way."
"Thanks." She smiled sincerely this time. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Where's Peter?" Neal frowned just as the man in question walked up.
"Hey. Have you seen the guy with the champagne?" Peter asked looking around.
"Here have mine." Neal offered Peter the glass he'd taken earlier. Peter looked at it skeptically. "I didn't drink out of it."
"What's wrong with it?" Peter asked.
"Nothing." Neal sighed. "I just wasn't in the mood."
"Neal Caffery not in the mood for Champagne?" Peter smirked taking a sip. "Has hell frozen over?"
"Very funny." Neal said.
"Honey, behave." Elizabeth smacked his arm lightly.
"Peter." Neal frowned at him. "Is that the same suit you wore to work?"
"I didn't have time to change." Peter looked down confused as to what was wrong with his suit.
"You left work before me." Neal argued.
"You're lucky I even got him here." Elizabeth smiled. "It's playoff season."
"It's like the second game in the first round." Neal said.
"Each game is important." Peter argued.
Chloe laughed again and the sound carried all the way through the room. It hit Neal hard, like a shot to the heart. "Would you two excuse me?" Neal asked unable to take it anymore, pushing past Elizabeth and Peter toward June.
"What's going on with him?" Peter asked but Neal didn't stick around to hear Elizabeth's answer.
As he got closer he took in the changes in her, the ones he could see were good. She'd grown, her features moving from cute to pretty, boarding on beautiful. She stood taller, held herself more confidently. He was glad to see that time had been kind to her. When she'd disappeared from his life five years before he'd started to lose hope that he would ever see her again.
Ever since he got out, for the past few months, he'd imagined the worse, pictured her either broken and bleeding or locked up in a cell somewhere, hidden away, never to see the light of day again. Yet here she was, in New York City at a party that cost $500 a plate and that was just to get in the door. All attendees were expected, if not necessarily required, to donate a very hefty sum to the charity of June's choice. In the depths of his imagination Chloe's fate had been all doom and gloom. In reality it was apparently much more champagne and caviar. He couldn't help the small tinge of anger he felt at that.
"Neal." June said as he walked up, her smile widening. "I was just going to come looking for you. I have someone I want you to meet."
Chloe turned to him slowly, the smile on her face, falling the moment her eyes locked on his. He saw her swallow thickly, her face going pale. "Neal." She said, unable to stop herself and he stopped in his tracks at the tone of her voice. It was nowhere near the breathy, desperate tone she'd had the last time he'd heard her whisper his name. It was surprised, unsure, almost scared.
"Chloe." Neal said, the anger gone in an instant, the relief evident in his voice at finally seeing her again.
"I…what are you doing here?" She looked nervous now, the grip she had on her dates arm getting tighter, almost white knuckled. He looked down at her concerned.
"I-I live here." Neal said. "What are you doing here?"
"I…" Words seemed to fail her which never happened.
"I invited her." June said confused, looking between Chloe and Neal. "You two know each other?"
"Yes." Neal said just as Chloe answered. "No," Neal tilted his head at her.
"We knew each other." She corrected herself. "Once upon a time." June smiled and Chloe turned back to Neal. "Last I heard you were in jail." Chloe said to him.
The man at her side showed a reaction to this comment, finally giving Neal a proper once over. Neal wanted to say, Last I heard you were locked away in a secret prison somewhere but he just smiled. "I got out." Neal told her, the ghost of a smile on his face. "Time off for good behavior."
Chloe snorted at that, unable to stop herself and Neal laughed with her. As soon as her smile appeared it disappeared and then the man next to her coughed. "Sorry, Neal Caffery, this is Oliver Queen." Oliver held out his hand and Neal hesitated a second before shaking it, he might not have recognized his face right away but he certainly recognized the name.
Chloe's phone beeped and she pulled it out of her pocket frowning at the screen. "Excuse me. You guys should talk amongst yourselves, you've got a lot in common. Oliver collects art and Neal," she stared at him for a while before turning back to Oliver. "Well, Neal steals it." She walked away without a second glance and Oliver looked at Neal confused.
"You steal art?" Oliver asked for lack of anything better to say.
"Allegedly." Neal offered, staring at Chloe over his shoulder. "I was never actually convicted of art theft."
"What were you actually convicted of?" Oliver asked.
"Bond forgery." Neal smirked.
Oliver really had no idea what to say to that but he was saved the trouble when Chloe called out to him from her spot by the balcony doors. "Oliver."
Her muscles were pulled so tight Oliver was sure if he poked her she's snap right in half but he had a strange feeling that was more about this Neal guy then about whatever message she'd gotten on her phone. He looked at Chloe trying her hardest not to look at Neal who was steadfastly staring at Chloe like he couldn't believe she was there in front of him. Oliver nodded at Chloe then turned back to June. "It was really great to see you again, we'll catch up later. I don't want to hog you at your own party."
"Oh, of course." June said still confused by what just happened.
"Neal." Oliver nodded at the man and then walked over to Chloe who shoved the phone at him with strange look on her face. She talked rapidly as he read the screen on her phone and then she nodded somewhere over Neal's shoulder. Oliver turned and followed her gaze, his eyes widening in surprise at whatever she had shown him and then turned back to her.
Chloe moved her gaze back toward Oliver but stopped when she saw that Neal was still staring at her, their gazes locked and she glared at him before turning away quickly.
"Am I sensing a history there?" June asked as Neal watched Chloe and Oliver walk out onto the balcony. At least that was more than he got form her the last time.
"A long history." Neal said turning to June. "One that's best not to get into in the absence of hard liquor." He said before June could ask anything else.
"I see." June nodded. "A romantic one then." She patted his arm and walked away.
Neal looked around the party, trying to keep his mind off of the fact that the woman that he thought he'd never see again was fifteen feet away from him and seemed, for some strange reason, to be mad at him. He could go back to the party. He could likely milk another million or so out of the guests which June would definitely appreciate.
But he didn't. He found himself drawn to the balcony doors that were thankfully still open.
"No Oliver, this is crazy." Chloe said. "We have a strict timeline—"
"Screw the timeline." Oliver shot back at her. "This opportunity has been dropped in our laps and we'd be stupid to pass it up."
"No it would be stupid to go off script at this point, stupid and dangerous." Chloe glared at him. "We're one guy down until AC gets here and you want to run off and go in alone."
"I'm not alone." Oliver said. "Victor's got my back and AC's leaving Star City now, he'll probably be here before I can even get across town. Nothing's going to happen." Neal frowned at this wondering exactly how Oliver was expecting someone to get from Star City to New York in a few minutes. He chanced a look out on the balcony and saw Chloe gripping Oliver's arm as he tried to back away.
"Oliver—" Chloe protested.
"I'll be back before diner's served." Oliver grabbed her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
Neal watched Chloe watch Oliver walk away. Her hands dropped to her side uselessly as she worried her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it so hard she actually drew a little bit of blood. She looked for a minute like she was going to run after him but just as her weight shifted to the balls of her feet she reconsidered, falling back with an annoyed huff and turning lean against the railing.
Neal took a deep breath and walked outside. He could hear her mumbling to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair, messing up her perfect curls. "Stupid…can't believe…"
"So what's your game?" Neal asked her, the slightly bitter tone in his voice hard to mask as he leaned up against the railing beside her.
"My game?" Chloe turned to him confused, she sounded slightly distracted and that annoyed Neal even more.
"You and Oliver Queen?" Neal raised his eyebrows. "What's your game? What's the con here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Chloe pushed herself off the railing and turned away from him.
"Oh come on I heard you." Neal said.
"You—" Chloe shook her head and walked back inside the party, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "There's no con." She said bringing the champagne flute to her lips. She stopped when she caught sight of the strawberries and set the glass down.
"No con?" Neal said in disbelief. "You show up to a party on the arm of Oliver Queen and I'm supposed to believe there's no con?"
"Yes, because out of the two of us, which one is more likely to be running a con?" Chloe asked him. "Speaking of cons what are you doing with June? She's a really nice lady and I swear to God if I find out you conned her out a single dime I will make sure that your ass is back in jail so fast your head will spin."
"No." Neal shook his head at her as she tried to walk away. "You don't get to do that. You were running a con on me the first time we met, remember? So you don't get to be all high and mighty on me now."
"That was different and you know it." Chloe spun around on him angrily.
"Right because you were conning me for the good of humanity." Neal laughed bitterly.
"And you were stealing 15th century manuscripts for the good of what? A villa in France." Chloe said.
"Are you sleeping with him?" Neal asked.
"Am I—" Chloe stared at him. "Are you kidding me with this? I haven't seen you in almost five years and…I'm not doing this with you, not here." She turned to walk away again but Neal just kept following after her.
"So the whole time, it was a long con right." Neal asked her.
"What?" Chloe asked confused.
"You were working me, for three years and I never caught on." Neal said and Chloe turned around startled. "But what was the end game on that?"
"I wasn't…you actually believe I was running a con on you?" Chloe stopped and looked at him confused, a hurt expression on her face.
"What was I supposed to believe Chloe?" Neal snorted. "You disappeared on me, I looked everywhere for you and you were nowhere to be found, completely off grid." Chloe's expression softened a bit. "There was even a rumor that you got pinched by the DDS but that was obviously all it was—"
"A rumor?" Chloe snorted cutting him off, and now it was her who couldn't keep the bitterness from her voice. "I'm not talking about this with you, here, now." She said walking away again. "And you made it impossible for me to stay on the grid you know that." Chloe called over her shoulder.
Neal stared after her in confusion. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean and there was no way he was letting her walk out of his life again without an explanation. He saw her freeze in place at the sight of something across the room. He followed her gaze and saw a tall guy in a white shirt slipping out of the kitchens. He paused as a waiter passed by him with a tray and he deftly grabbed the tray and headed across the room toward Chloe.
Neal watched, eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of her, leaning over and offering the tray as he whispered something to her furiously. She nodded, her face turning pale as she absently grabbed a canapé. He offered her one last pointed look before walking off back the way he came, dropping his tray off with the same confused waiter that he took it from in the first place before disappearing through the door. Chloe waited about thirty seconds before dropping the canapé on the nearest table and following the guy through the kitchen.
Neal shook his head in disbelief, she was certainly acting like someone who was running a con and he was going to find out what it was. "Neal." Peter called out to him as he headed to the kitchen. "Diner's about to be served."
Neal stopped and cursed as Chloe slipped out of his line of sight. He turned back to Peter and put a smile on his face. "Just checking on some things for June."
"Alright but if you don't hurry back I'm going to eat yours." Peter warned him and Elizabeth rolled her eyes in slight embarrassment.
"Feel free." Neal said, slipping through the kitchen doors, and catching a snatch of green silk slip through the door that led to the back alley. Neal smiled at the caterers as she made his way around them and outside.
"Oh God." He heard Chloe's voice and walked in that direction.
"It looks worse than it is." Oliver said, his voice strained and laced with pain.
"Nothing's going to happen." Chloe grunted. "Do you remember telling me that?"
"I also remember telling you I'd be back before dinner was served." Oliver said. "And Vic said they haven't even called everyone into the dining room yet."
"You got shot." Chloe snapped and that's when Neal turned the corner.
He saw Chloe kneeling in dirty alley in her very expensive silk dress, practically covered in blood. He looked closer and saw Oliver Queen in front of her, leaning up against the wall of the June's building with a bullet wound in his side. "It's just a flesh wound Sidekick." He said, his voice shaky as he attempted to smile.
"It's a through and through." Chloe gritted her teeth and looked up at the two guys who were pacing back and forth. "And where were you when this happened?" She snapped.
"I just got here." The taller guy said and Neal frowned when he noticed that the man's hair was wet. As far as he knew it hadn't rained tonight so that didn't make any sense.
"And you?" Chloe turned to the other guy, the one who'd come into June's to get her.
"I was right where I was supposed to be." Victor argued. "I can't stop bullets Chloe I'm not Boy Scout."
"It's not his fault." Oliver said.
"No it's not." Chloe sighed and pressed what looked like Oliver's tuxedo jacket against the wound. "It's your fault."
Oliver grunted in pain and Neal saw Chloe crack a small smile. "Do I need to call an ambulance?" Neal asked, alerting them to his presence.
"No!" They all said at once, and then they froze and turned toward him.
"Neal!" Chloe pushed herself to her feet and looked around frantically. "What are you doing out here?"
"I followed you." Neal said. "That looks really bad." He nodded over her shoulder at Oliver who was starting to look a bit pale.
"You followed me?" Chloe shook her head. "I can't believe you followed me. That is so far out of line…"
"He's losing a lot of blood. Are you sure you don't want me to call an ambulance."
"No." Chloe shook her head. "I'm sorry I just can't…we can't call an ambulance ok."
"Well you can't leave him out in the alley." Neal pointed out.
"I know that." Chloe snapped at him. He noticed her hands were shaking. "I'm thinking."
"I can call a guy." Neal offered. "He's very discreet." Chloe looked up at him with relief. "We'll bring him up to my room." Neal walked over and helped the other two guys lift Oliver up off the ground. "Back stairs." Neal nodded and Chloe hurried ahead of them to catch the door.
Chloe introduced the two guys as Victor and AC and Neal made sure they had a good grasp on him before he pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
Five minutes later they'd made their way up to Neal's room and settled Oliver into one of the chairs at the table. Five minutes after that there were three quick knocks at the door, followed by two slow ones and then four fast ones. Chloe had a feeling that the knocks could have gone on longer if Neal hadn't yanked the door open and pulled Mozzy into the room.
"You said someone was shot. Is that a code for something because I don't ever remember making that a code but I brought my kit just in case it wasn't a code—" Neal grabbed Mozzy by the shoulders and spun him around to face Oliver. "So it's not a code?" Mozzy asked and turned back to Neal. "Neal, why is Oliver Queen bleeding from a gunshot wound at your kitchen table?"
"Well we couldn't leave him out in the alley." Neal pointed out.
"Right, of course not." Mozzy shook his head and that's when he noticed the other people in the room. "Chloe." He smiled, noticing the blood on her dress. He looked from Chloe to Oliver then back again and shook his head. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Hey Moz." Chloe smiled softly at him. "Neal can I talk to you for a second?" She grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Moz?" Chloe glared at him. "Moz is your guy?"
"He's patched me up before." Neal protested.
"You've never been shot before." Chloe reminded him.
"You said no ambulance and this is at least better than lying in an alley." Neal said.
"Marginally," Chloe argued annoyed.
"He's good at what he does." Neal tried to pacify her.
"He called me last week to program his DVR." Chloe snapped.
"In his defense, those things are tricky—" Neal stopped then turned to Moz, an unreadable expression on his face. "You talked to Chloe last week? You knew where she was? All this time."
"So, you got shot." Mozzy said ignoring Neal and giving Oliver all his attention. "I didn't realize that June's party had gotten so…gangster."
"Well you know, representing the West Coast is dangerous in New York." Oliver offered him a smile as Moz peeled Oliver's shirt away from the wound.
"I hear that." Moz nodded sagely at him studying the wound. "I'm assuming that since everyone was sitting down in the dining room eating peacefully when I arrived and the Suit didn't have this place on lockdown, this didn't happen here."
"No." Chloe answered him and he turned to her.
"Would you mind if I asked wh—"
"Yes." Chloe said and Moz held his hands up in surrender.
"Fair enough." He nodded. "To keep your secret is wisdom, but to expect others to keep it is folly."
"Who said that?" Neal asked.
"Samuel Johnson." Chloe answered before Moz could. "Words to live by I would say." She mumbled, casting a significant glance at Neal before giving Oliver all her attention.
Neal sat back and watched Chloe and Oliver as Moz cleaned and patched the wound. It was obvious to Neal after about five minutes that Chloe and Oliver were not sleeping together. She cared for him, really cared for him, he was more than a friend but not in a romantic way. They had a history, a serious history, they'd been through some serious stuff together and that made Neal pause because that meant that Chloe had been through some serious stuff, stuff that Neal hadn't been there for.
Moz walked over to the sink to clean up and Neal made his way over to her as Chloe razzed Oliver about his gunshot wound.
"You knew where she was?" Neal asked and there was no way for Moz to get out of the discussion this time.
"Yes." Moz nodded when he realized that he couldn't lie his way out of this one.
"For how long?" Neal asked and Moz paused, knowing that this was going to be the real kicker.
"Always." Moz admitted and Neal closed his eyes and shook his head.
"She asked me not to tell you." Moz said.
"You knew how desperate I was to find her." Neal said. "You knew the lengths that I went to and you didn't say anything."
"Look, she's been through a lot Neal and after her husband died—"
"Her husband died?" Neal swallowed, staring at Moz in astonishment. "Wait, she was married?"
"I think this is a conversation that you need to have with Chloe." Moz pointed out.
"Well she doesn't want to talk to me." Neal shoved his hands in his pockets. "She seems to be mad at me for some reason." Neal looked over at Moz. "You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
Moz opened his mouth then closed it and shook his head. "You need to talk to Chloe." He nodded over Neal's shoulder as Chloe walked up to them.
"Thanks Moz, I really appreciate it."
"He's fine for now but he really should see a doctor." Moz told her.
"We've got someone back in Metropolis." Chloe assured him. "I can personally guarantee that he'll get checked out as soon as we get home."
Moz nodded and walked away, leaving Chloe and Neal in alone in the makeshift kitchen area. "I suppose I need to thank you too." Chloe said and Neal chuckled.
"Don't sound so enthusiastic about it." Neal said and Chloe groaned leaning up against the cabinet.
"Sorry it's been a long day." Chloe's head dropped forward and she rubbed her neck.
"Chloe—" Neal started and Chloe held up a hand cutting him off. She knew that tone, that was Neal's we need to talk tone and she really honestly couldn't handle that right now, not after everything else that had happened in the last 48 hours.
"Not now." Chloe said shaking her head. "I know we need to talk but just not now."
"When?" Neal asked her.
"Look, there's something I need to do here, it's really important and really time sensitive but after that…I promise."
"Your thing that's not a con?" Neal raised his eyebrows at her and she shook her head, offering him a low chuckle.
"If you want to get technical…" She said, not denying that she was running some sort of con but not outright admitting it.
"And you're not just going to run away again?" Neal asked and Chloe opened her mouth to remind him yet again that she didn't run away when they heard someone outside the door.
"Leave him alone Peter." Elizabeth called out and Neal looked up panicked as two sets of footsteps got closer.
"He's the one that insisted we come to this thing and then disappears right when diner is served." Peter called back. "Something's going on."
Neal looked around the room, the bloody rags piled on the table combined with the man sitting at his table with a gunshot wound and he panicked. "He can't see this." Neal said. "I can't let him…he can't see this."
"Relax." Chloe smiled and pushed herself off the edge of the counter and turned around. "Unzip me and get him into the other room." Neal obeyed without really knowing why and Chloe's bloodstained dress dropped the ground and all the guys whistled as she stepped out of it standing in only her bra and underwear and heals.
"Did you wear the garter belt just for me?" Oliver asked weakly as they helped Oliver out of the chair and carried him to the other side of the room.
"Shut up." Chloe glared at him over her shoulder.
"Bart's going to kill us when he finds out he missed this." Victor said and they all froze for a second at the mention of Bart. Chloe ran her fingers through her hair a few times and then shook it out and pulled the door open with a high pitched laugh.
Her laughter died in her throat, which granted, was what was supposed to happen, only it was supposed to be an act, she wasn't expecting herself to actually be surprised. There was no way to get around it however when she opened the door and saw Peter Burke standing there.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to stay in character. "You're not Neal." She smiled at him drunkenly.
"Uh…no…I uh." Peter seemed just as frozen as Chloe just standing there staring at her current state of undress in surprise. Elizabeth slapped him on the shoulder and he seemed to find his manners, looking away embarrassed.
"Can I help you?" Chloe asked.
"No." Elizabeth smiled and grabbed Peter's arm. "No, not at all."
"If you're looking for Neal, he should be back in a minute, he just ran out to get more champagne." Chloe offered.
"No we're fine." Elizabeth said heading back down the stairs.
"I'll catch up with him downstairs." Peter said.
Chloe closed the door and leaned her head against the cool wood. "Peter Burke?" She asked in a whisper turning her head to face Neal and he stepped forward.
"Chloe I can explain."
She held up a hand to stop him. "He thinks you're getting more champagne, he's probably expecting to run into you on the stairs."
"Chloe…" Neal said again.
"He'll come back." Chloe looked at Neal properly. "If he doesn't find you he'll come back you know he will."
Neal looked at Chloe then the door and groaned. "I'll be right back." He said annoyed, pulling his jacket off and untucking his shirt a bit before heading out onto the balcony and down the back stairs.
"Ok, we've got five minutes, max." Chloe said suddenly. "Get him up." She motioned for the guys to help Oliver as she slipped her dress back on.
"Wait, what's happening? Where are you going?" Moz asked her.
"I'm getting the hell out of here." Chloe said.
"What?" Moz asked. "Why?"
"Really?" Chloe looked at him. "Peter freaking Burke that's why. What the hell is he doing here? What the hell is he looking for Neal like…"
"It's complicated." Moz said.
"It's Peter Burke." Chloe said picking up the wads of bloody cloths. "The man I spent years hiding him from the man who put him in jail and they're just friends now?"
"They work together." Moz offered.
"They work together?" Chloe froze.
"You need to let him explain." Moz said as she walked to the balcony. "You can't just run out on him again."
"Why do the two of you keep insisting that I'm the one that ran away."
"Because you did." Moz said angrily. "Before you got taken you ran and when you got back you disappeared."
Chloe stopped and hung her head. "Yeah ok, fair enough. You want to get technical, I ran away. But did you ever ask yourself why? Did you ever ask Neal? Did you ever ask Kate?"
"Kate?" Moz frowned really confused. "What does Kate have to do with you leaving she wasn't even…something happened didn't it? Kate did something or said something…"
"She turned me in, handed me over to them and Neal…" She stopped and shook her head. "And now he's here, with Peter Burke and I can't take the chance that he's gonna turn me in again."
"Turn you in, what are you talking about?" Moz asked as she started down the back steps but she'd disappeared around the corner before he'd even made it half way down.