"Come ooooooooooooonn, Bryce."

Neal whines, forgoing all of his usual charm for brotherly banter. "You got to be me for a day. I want to be a CIA agent for a day. Pleeeeeeease?"

Bryce folds his arms in his leather jacket, studiously ignoring the embarrassing squeak that it makes as he does so. Dang it.

"And we both almost died. No."

Neal pulls out his lower lip in a way that is very disconcerting to see on your own face.

"You aren't even trained to fight. You wouldn't last a day."
Neal takes this as a personal affront. "I've survived at the FBI." He complains. Bryce rolls his eyes but it uses all of his spy training not to crack.

"Besides," Neal points out, "We barely almost died."

It is not a point that should actually make sense between two brothers, but it does in a sort of terrifying way. They had barely almost died. Wasn't even that close and no one even got shot. He growls, and a large smile lights up his twin's face.

Bryce would never smile that widely. Dang it.

The CIA agent half of the group points out that this means that he will also probably have to go in as his twin again. Neal says he did fine last time.

"Besides, Peter only asked if I was feeling okay for like, a week."

Bryce groans again and rubs his hand against his fashionably grown out stubble. Why was his brother such a hipster?

As consolation, Neal looks just as uncomfortable with his smooth-shaven face. Ha.

Bryce spends almost a day coaching Neal on how to act at the CIA, most of the time which is spent by Neal stealing Bryce's wallet from his pocket. Even though Bryce is fairly sure Neal still had a keychain he lifted from his coat, he eventually admits his brother is ready enough.

He had insisted on Chuck being in the know. Not only was he a great secret keeper (when he needed to be), but also he could protect him if things went down. Which they weren't going to.

Neither of them mentioned Murphy's Law, which seemed to apply tenfold to each of the brothers.

Neal meets up with Chuck, who is bouncing like an overexcited, nerdy little puppy. He had also brought a small bearded friend, to Neal's surprise, who took a glance at Neal and muttered "One Larkin was enough for me" before retreating into the van.

Chuck seems surprisingly excited about this plan, and apparently has always wanted to help pull a Parent Trap. Neal just nods and grins, wondering how his brother ended up friends with someone so awesome.

A pretty blonde agent and an angry, burly sort of man walk up to the two, ignoring Chuck's cheerful greeting. Over the earpiece Chuck had given him, Neal hears Morgan grumble, "That's Sarah and Casey. Don't even try to hit on Sarah, Larkin clone."

Neal scowls instead of smiling at the two newcomers. Although he wants to unleash the "con" smile, the day Bryce smiles voluntarily is the day Mozzie stops insisting that The Beatles really were an undercover spy group.

Sarah makes a show of grabbing Chuck's arm in front of Neal. Neal just grimaces at her. Meanwhile, Casey whacks the back of Chuck's head when he compares this mission to one on Macgyver and Chuck gives Neal a Vulcan salute, presumably to tell him he was doing a good job.

Neal opened up a tricked-out version of Snake that Chuck had installed on Bryce's phone. This was going to be fun.

Bryce huffed out a breath in the now slightly more familiar FBI offices. Some idiot named Ruiz had tried to ask him a question, he had had to take his coffee how Neal liked it, and Chuck had texted him saying how awesome his brother was.

He was a little grumpy.

That night, the twins met up again.

Neal was covered head to toe in some sort of greenish powder. His tie was ripped perfectly in half, and a few hearts were doodled on his wrists.

Bryce had somewhere ended up wearing a garish purple and orange tie, although he had left that morning in standard grey. Also, one of his shoes was missing.

"No more switching."

The two said as one, although they both were grinning.

Chuck knocked on the open door, covered in a slightly darker shade of a blue powder. Although he had a pair of broken sunglasses dangling from a ripped pocket, his hair was slightly singed, and one of his Chucks was untied, he smiled.

"That was awesome!"