"He's a collector," Neal said. // "Just don't get into trouble while we're gone," Nate said.

Neal stuck his hand in his pocket and came to stand next to him, looking out at the New York night. "It doesn't have to be complicated."

Close encounters of the FBI kind.

Hardison whistled under his breath and leaned closer. “I am all about the Monets and the Manets and all of that, but this? This is what I call art.”

Maggie couldn’t believe her eyes. “Elizabeth? Elizabeth Burke?”

Her reply was one of boredom. “So don’t get caught!”

"All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

Neal needs a favor, and calls a friend of a friend.

Neal didn't owe many people favors.

The problem with being one of the good guys now is that when Eliot sees a gun being waved around, he feels like he needs to step in. Neal is suitably grateful.

As part of their plan to take down a crooked art dealer, the Leverage team need a painting forged in a hurry. Luckily, Alec Hardison knows just the guy – Neal Caffrey.

"All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

"It was too nice a day to be cooped up in the car for long, and Neal knew from experience that if he loitered on the sidewalk, there was a good chance a timely piece of evidence—or a fleeing suspect—would come his way."

"He's a collector," Neal said. // "Just don't get into trouble while we're gone," Nate said.

Neal doesn't often talk about his family. / Parker said, "This is my grandpa Hermes." [Two interconnected drabbles involving Hermes, God of Thieves.]