Author's note: So here it is. The (almost) final chapter of Mozzie. Hope you enjoyed it! Of course the only way for me to know about that is if you leave a review! ;)

Once again, many thanks to my incredibly awesome betas, Aspen Starlight, AwesomeQueenoftheLab and Tancaliel for all their help, as well as to anyone who favorited or put this story to story alert :) So without further ado:

Chapter 3

Mozzie didn't know what to think anymore. The image of Neal assembling the gun, no doubt to follow that woman's orders and kill him, was so vivid in his mind that if it really was nothing more than a nightmare it was the most realistic one he'd ever had. So realistic he could have sworn it really happened. But everything he saw in Neal's room after he woke up seemed to indicate that Neal's version of what happened was true. Not to mention that when he thought about it, he did have some vague memories of downing a couple of glasses of wine while going through the list, memorizing the items. Although the images were so fuzzy, they felt a lot more like a dream than his nightmare. He never had problems distinguishing between his dreams and reality before, so he was probably going to have to follow Neal's advice and go easier on the Chateau LeFranc.

The more he thought about the events with a somewhat-clear head, the more his theories about Neal being a government-employed assassin seemed absurd and ridiculous, even for him. After all, if anyone could smell a covert Fed from miles away, it was him, and there was no way Neal could have fooled him for all those years they had known each other.

There was only one thing that was completely clear to him, though, amidst all the contradicting thoughts currently in his head. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Neal was right. Fencing the Degas so fast was a stupid idea. Now they had to get it back somehow before the Suit caught them red-handed. And there was no way he would try to sell anything else from the loot for a while, not even the pieces that weren't on the list. Who knows, the Suit might even have another page of the manifest hidden somewhere.

No, they were going to have to sit on the treasure for a while, until the Suit was less suspicious. Perhaps even until Neal's four years with the Feds were over. It would be hard, but worth it. So he was going to try to suck it up and be as cooperative with the Suit as possible, or at least as much as his morals would allow it.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed the black Crown Victoria parked close to June's house. As he stepped out of the house, the driver of the car speed-dialed a number on his cell phone.

"He just left the house," he said.

"Good. Keep monitoring him until we can be sure he's not going to cause any more trouble," the female voice on the other end spoke. "I know you're an expert in psychological conditioning, Colonel, but if for some reason it didn't work, as much as Agent Larkin opposes the idea, Mr. Haversham will have to disappear forever."

The man only grunted in agreement, snapped his phone shut, and turned his eyes to his dashboard. As Mozzie turned the corner, so did a little blinking light on the small built-in monitor. The newly installed tracking chip in the frame of Mozzie's glasses was working perfectly. He started his car's engine and slowly drove away.

FIN

Stay tuned for a little "dvd extra" - a deleted scene ;)