Enscombe Estate, Long Island. Tuesday afternoon. July 13, 2004.

A team arrived to process the scene, and that reminded Angela to turn over Henry's phone with the recording she'd made of Ford. Everyone listened to the recording there in the suite, and then Travis took the phone. He also collected Neal's watch, Peter's video recording, and the earpieces of the rest of the team.

When Neal heard Angela arguing with the evidence team in what had been her bedroom, he intervened. They wanted to keep Angela's luggage and all of its contents for evidence, because she'd mentioned that it looked like someone had gone through it. They wanted to search everything for fingerprints. With Neal's assistance, Angela calmed down and the evidence techs agreed she could leave with her purse and as many items of clothing as would fit in an evidence bag. Then he asked her to sit with the still disoriented Henry and he went to the other bedroom, collecting a bag of shaving gear from Henry's luggage and tossing in his cousin's toothbrush and a few other items – including his Shawn Legend ID. He looked up to see Peter watching him. "You got a spare evidence bag?" Neal asked.

Peter handed him one. "You notice something?"

"No, just gonna bring some of Henry's underwear. I've got a couple of his suits at my place." He hadn't sent the suits back to Dressa after Travis returned them, since she was still in Switzerland.

"You sure he should stay at your loft?" Peter asked. "I can't see him making it up to the top floor. If we didn't have an elevator here, I'd be tempted to ask the medics to take him down the stairs in a stretcher."

"June has a bedroom on the ground level. When her granddaughters were little, she didn't want them playing around the stairs and their parents didn't want to carry them up that many levels. You remember it – it's where they put Byron's bed when he couldn't climb the steps anymore."

Peter nodded. "Let's get going then." With their help, Henry made it into the front passenger seat of Peter's car. Neal sat behind Henry, with Diana and Angela also in the backseat. While Henry dozed, Angela confirmed that she'd called Noelle to tell her they were safe.

They got Henry settled in the first floor guest room while Diana ran up to Neal's loft to grab her things. Angela pulled Neal aside. "You heard what Ford said on that recording, about Henry's history with drugs. Do you know the details?"

"He's never told me," Neal said. "I know it was a long time ago, before I joined Urban Legend." He took a deep breath. "The FBI knows about Urban Legend now. They won't tell our families, but I'm pretty sure Win-Win will find out, since they're on the case to find Robert."

Angela nodded, not as concerned as Neal expected. She clearly had something else on her mind. "I checked in on Henry a couple of times while I tried to figure out how to escape. One of those times he told me a story. Only, I don't think he knew it was me. He may have thought he was dreaming. Anyway, he described how he came to use cocaine when he was in high school."

"Yeah?" Neal said, expecting her to fill in the blanks.

She shook her head. "I can't betray his confidence. He probably wouldn't want me to know, much less tell anyone but... You'll stop Robert, right?"

"I've got a plan," Neal said.

"Keep him away from Henry. And be careful. Uncle Robert is evil."

Neal wanted to press her for details, but Diana was there, saying their cab was waiting.

"We'll see Graham Winslow at the airport," Angela said. "He's supposed to take us to his plane while it's refueling. Do you want us to send him here?"

Neal glanced at Peter, who nodded. Neal said, "Yes. There's no use fighting it. Once you tell him Henry is here no one could keep him away."

While they waited for Graham to arrive, Peter checked in with the team. He put them on speaker phone to let Neal hear. Tricia reported that Jason Ford had asked for a lawyer but seemed inclined to cooperate. Jones said the team processing evidence in Enscombe was making good progress. Travis said he'd heard from Julia Winslow with an update. "She found an ID used on a flight from JFK to Chicago in the timeframe Robert flew, that was then used on a flight from Chicago to Seattle this afternoon. She's certain it's Robert. The alias he's using is James Bennett. She's running searches on the name to find prior travel and future itineraries. I'll do the same thing –"

Peter interrupted him. "No. Do NOT run that name through the FBI databases. Leave it to Win-Win, and I'll bring in the U.S. Marshals. I'll explain when I'm back in the office." Back when he'd first recruited Neal, the marshals had warned not to do any searches that could bring the attention of James' enemies to Neal's presence in the Manhattan White Collar unit.

Neal stared at Peter. "You don't think my..." He couldn't bring himself to call James Bennett his dad.

"No, I don't think he's involved. This is Robert taking advantage of an opportunity. From what you've said about the time James was arrested and confessed, the family sent Robert to visit James when he was in prison. James probably agreed to have his personal effects released to his family. Suppose Robert held on to a few things from his wallet, or even all of it. No one else wanted or needed it, right? An ID and credit cards, it would have been easy enough to change the mailing address for those cards to a post office box in Baltimore... Who's going to complain or even know about a case of identity theft in those circumstances? It gives him a well-established identity whenever he needs to disappear."

They called Marshal Annina Brandel to tell her about Robert using the former identity of a protected witness, and also to let her know about Jason Ford's arrest. She asked for the opportunity to question Ford and his employer about the access and abuse of U.S. Marshal's data from the email server, and Peter made another call to coordinate with Hughes to set the wheels in motion.

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Tricia stopped by the Ellington mansion on her way home. She wanted to give Peter an update in person and also wanted to see how Neal and Henry were doing.

She was escorted to a music room, and she could hear the voices of Neal, Henry, and Graham Winslow from an adjoining room. She couldn't make out all of the words, and tried to ignore the voices as she updated Peter on the latest findings and her plans for tomorrow.

She was almost done when she heard Neal say, "Henry!" Neal rarely raised his voice, but now it was clear he was seriously displeased. "Stop it," Neal demanded. "I can get it out of Angela, or you can stop evading and tell us what Robert did."

"It was a long time ago," Henry protested.

"It's still important," Graham countered. "Just tell us. You'll feel better to get it out of your system. Sounds like it's been festering too long."

"You won't believe me," Henry said, his voice uneven.

The room was a bedroom, with twin beds on opposite sides. Henry sat on one, with Neal on the other. Smart, Tricia thought. Staying on the same level, rather than looking down on the cousin who was suffering. It made them feel like equals.

Graham Winslow had been standing, but he sat on Henry's bed now and looked hurt. "Why would you say that?"

Henry huffed out an impatient breath. "You didn't believe me about Jason Ford. Almost twelve years he stalked me. He had to kidnap me before anyone at Win-Win took him seriously."

Graham looked confused at first and then asked, "He was the one following you when you were sixteen?"

"Yeah. Dad... Robert assigned him to watch me. When he told you I was making it up, you believed him."

"I... God, boy, why didn't you tell me? You could have talked to me, or told your mother."

Henry scoffed. "Robert wasn't going to let me talk to you alone. I thought if I got evidence, I could present it to Mom and she'd go to you, but Ford was too good."

"Evidence? You honestly I thought I wouldn't listen to you without evidence?"

"The word of a minor against the word of Robert – your son and one of your top investigators – no contest."

Graham surged to his feet and walked out of the room. He kept walking until he was outside. Peter went into the room to talk to Neal and Henry. Tricia decided to follow Graham.

He sat on the steps leading up to the mansion's front door. When Tricia sat beside him he nodded an acknowledgement and said in a gruff voice, "It's at times like this I wish I still smoked. Gave it up when I married my first wife. She had asthma."

"You love your family," Tricia observed. "You're willing to make sacrifices for them. It's hard when they don't appreciate that." She paused and waited as Graham's scowl started to fade. Then she added, "Henry knows you love him. I haven't known either of you for long, but it's obvious how much he means to you. Right now he has to be feeling scared and vulnerable. From what the medic said, he probably has a horrendous headache from the large dose of sedative that's finally wearing off. If you give him another chance, let him know you want to hear his side of things, I think you could win him over."

Graham nodded, still staring off into the distance. "I don't usually take no for an answer. But I hate to push him too hard. After what he's been through, forcing him to give me answers doesn't feel right."

"I'm glad to hear it." Henry stood at the top of the steps. He had one hand resting on a pillar, but he was upright and standing on his own.

Graham scooted over and patted the empty space beside him. Henry sat down, and Neal and Peter followed. "It's easier out here," Henry said. "Out in the open after being locked in a dark room for a couple of days."

"Can you tell me about it?" Graham asked.

Henry nodded. He talked first about what had happened at the airport, and how he was overpowered and tied up at Enscombe. He shared his concerns for Angela, and then his fears when Ford told him the plan to inject him with heroin. Then he told a story about a high school drug bust and his father's order to use the cocaine.

Everyone stayed silent during the story. They didn't move. They barely breathed.

There was a pause when Henry finished. Graham simply looked at him for a moment, and then asked, "What else?"

Henry shuddered, then described being stalked by Ford over the years, and his fears about what Robert would do if Henry failed and let Ford catch him.

This time, when Henry finished, Graham wrapped him in a big bear hug, which Henry tolerated for about a minute before he struggled away. "Hey, tied to a chair for a couple of days, remember? Not fond of being pinned down right now."

"I don't have a hotel room yet," Graham said. "Noticed there's an extra bed in your room."

Henry gave a shaky laugh. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Medics said the sedative causes very intense, realistic dreams."

"Nightmares," Neal said.

"Yeah," Henry agreed. "Not exactly restful, Pops. You'll sleep better in a hotel."

"No, I won't," Graham said, and there was no arguing with that tone.

When everyone stood to go back inside, Tricia said it was time for her to head home.

A few hours later, she checked in on her two sons, sleeping on twin beds on opposite sides of their bedroom, and she sighed to see them safe and secure. She lost track of time, watching them and thinking of how much she loved them.

"You going to stand here all night?"

Tricia turned around to see her husband, Mitch. "Tempting, after the day I've had." She looked at her boys again. "They're lucky."

Mitch put an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "We're all lucky to have you."

She leaned against him a moment, then took his hand and led the way back to the living room, where they sat on the sofa. "Remember when I told you about the training opportunity at Quantico?"

"Behavioral Analysis group. Yeah, I remember."

"I'm seriously tempted by it. I always felt drawn to that field. The more I think about it, the more I think it's a good fit for me."

"Then you should go," Mitch said. "After all the times you've held down the fort here alone while I was out doing fieldwork, the least I can do is handle things while you do something like this."

"Are you sure? You mentioned a research project coming up in South America," she reminded him, referring to a site where Mitch was expected to work his anthropological magic. "What would they do without you?"

"There've been delays getting the permits. At this rate I think it could be spring before we can go."

"And if they get the permits early?" Tricia asked.

"Then they can wait for me to join them."

Tricia snuggled against him and smiled. "You're an angel, you know that?"

He grinned. "Yeah, not so much. An angel wouldn't be turned on by being hauled in for questioning by an amazingly hot FBI agent."

Tricia laughed at the memory. One of her first assignments out of Quantico had been investigating a returning group of anthropologists about suspicions they were smuggling artifacts into the country. "I was so determined to be taken seriously, as much by my team as I was by a bunch of suspects weary from a long flight from Peru."

"You certainly made an impression," Mitch said. "I was almost scared to ask you out after you cleared me."

"You worked up the courage."

"Yeah, well, you were hot."

"Were?" Tricia faced him and raised a brow in warning.

"Are. Definitely present tense." They laughed again and relaxed into the sofa. Then Mitch asked, "What happened today?"

"We did good. Found a couple of kidnapping victims, returned the youngest – a girl in her early twenties – to her mother. The other one you may remember me talking about. Henry Winslow, from Win-Win."

Mitch nodded. "Is he okay?"

"I think he will be. He has a lot of people rallying around him. Seeing him and Neal, the way they look out for each other... I hope our boys never have to go through some of the things these guys have experienced, and yet... I hope they have that same bond. That they'll be there for each other."

"And know we're there for them."

She nodded, pleased that Mitch got it. She was also determined to support Neal and Henry by succeeding in the assignment Peter had given her: flip Jason Ford to get his help apprehending Robert. That man needed to be stopped.

###

Neal brought his guitar downstairs after dinner. He was glad to see Henry was steady enough to play it while Neal accompanied him on the piano. The music melted from one song to another, as they took turns setting the direction and paused frequently to talk. Their minds were too full of questions, concerns and ideas to focus on one song for long.

Peter had gone home. Graham was at the opposite end of the music room talking to June about Byron. Neal had astounded all of them by reading a portion of the letter that had accompanied the box Byron left him. It described a chance encounter with an investigator in a bar, and in the box Neal had found Graham's business card. This was the box Neal was filling with origami. The letter gave Graham and June plenty to reminisce about, and that offered the cousins a measure of privacy.

"I got a message from Mozzie," Neal said, as they finished a verse of "Bridge Over Troubled Water." He waited for Henry to put his final flourish on the tune and then added, "Robert talked to our contact at the charter plane service in Seattle. He leaves for Alaska first thing in the morning."

"Can you forgive me for reintroducing you to Robert? I was deluding myself to think that he'd changed, or that my memories of him were exaggerated. I honestly thought he'd be happy if he met you, that you fulfilled his criteria for an ideal son better than I did."

"He could never overlook my father's crimes," Neal said. "Nothing I did could please him in light of that prejudice. But you didn't know that, and you aren't responsible for Robert's actions." Wanting Henry to stop beating himself up, Neal changed the subject by saying, "I had to tell Peter about Urban Legend. He's willing to treat Masterson as an official case. You wanna go for it?"

"Win-Win has those aliases, too?" Henry guessed.

"Yeah. Julia does. So far they probably don't grasp the full picture of Urban Legend. We could tell Graham now. Give you both something else to talk about."

"Not yet," said Henry. "Mom will show up tomorrow. Better to tell them both at once." He started playing "In the End" by Linkin Park.

Neal nodded as he picked up the piano intro to the song. That made sense, and it was good to hear Henry being calm and logical, but Neal was still worried. His cousin talked a good game, but when Henry started singing the chorus of "In the End" he sounded a little too convincing with those lyrics about how it didn't matter how hard he tried.

Yeah, he'd definitely be keeping an eye on Henry these next few days.

A/N: The character of Mitch – Tricia's husband – is Silbrith's brainchild. We envision him as portrayed by actor Misha Collins, so Tricia calling him an angel is also a joke tied to the role the actor plays in the TV series Supernatural. Mitch's work frequently takes him to South America, which is where Adler is hiding – handy, right?