Maggie Collins was many things, stupid was not one of them. So, when she first meant the man calling himself Adam Sinclair, but had no memory of them meeting before she knew something was going on. She laughed it off saying that he must just have one of those faces and she just has had too much wine. However, when a few days later when she got a call from the mystery man she had to go check it out. After all she wanted to know how he got the name and the face of one of her few friends in the art world.

As the duo sat down and began talking she noticed a certain button that did not quite match up to the others, a button camera. Not just any camera, but the one she personally had made for her ex-husband to match his favorite shirt.

"Where is he?" Maggie asked the fake Sinclair. "Where is Nate?"

Fake Sinclair at first looked panicked and then just shrugged and sighed. He got up and led her to the back of black cargo van before opening the doors to see four people sitting in the back all staring back at her.

"Anyone want to tell me what is going on here? Or am I just supposed to guess?" Maggie asked, upset with how her quest to find out who the fake Sinclair is, was side tracked.

After a long uncomfortable ride to a very impressive looking house that was almost empty inside. She finally got some of her questions answered. She put it in the back of her mind how Elliot Spencer looked just like Adam Sinclair. They had a job to do, one that she was going to help with. For her son, for herself, and more importantly for her ex. Nate needed help and she knew that this was a way for him to get some of the closure that he needed to get better.

After the job, the group of six was back at the Foreclosed mansion talked and laughing, enjoying the feeling of a job well done. Maggie was finally able to focus on her other questions. She watched as Elliot walked out to the back as Parker and Alec were talking about the museums guards faces when the Mummy fell. Sophie was softly talking to Nate as they were relaxing with a drink in hand. So, she quietly got up and followed her current mystery man over to the patio, looking out over the garden.

"So," Maggie began, "Adam Sinclair. What made you pick that name?"

"Well," drawled Elliot in that soft southern voice of his, "Back home my family, we did not have a lot of money you see, so we made up stories and my brother and I are favorite one was with Adam Sinclair."

"Brother?" Asked Maggie, finally starting to connect the dots. But why would her Sinclair use a fake name as well?

"Yea, one brother and a whole lot of cousins that were in some ways more like parents and siblings then normal cousins." Elliot answered still looking out at the gardens lost in memories.

"Where is your brother now?" Maggie asked hoping that she was on the right track.

"Who knows. He is safer away from me.," Elliot answered finally looking at her, "Why all the questions Maggie?"

"Just one more question, then I will answer yours. Is your brother, your twin brother?" Maggie edged out getting slightly nervous about how intensely Elliot was staring at her.

"How did you know that?" Elliot asked in disbelief. He had done everything he could think of to separate himself from his family. Hell, his family thought he was dead for crying out loud. Where had he messed up?

"Adam Sinclair." Answered Maggie. "He is for the most part a recluse. He almost never comes to any galley openings or parties. However, he is email and talk to you for hours over art. I came across some 18th century pieces that I could not identify, and I contacted him. We eventually meant face to face a few years later, and he looks just like you Elliot. Just with shorter hair."

"Art, huh. He always did have his head in the books. But why the fake name? Jake what happened to you?" Elliot muttered to himself in wonder and disbelief hoping and against hope that what ever made Jake change his name was nothing that he did.

"Where is he?" Elliot asked Maggie quickly as all sorts of possibility's ran though his mind about what could have happened to his twin brother.

Maggie answered, "I do not know. The only time I meant him face to face was a few years ago in Indy, Indiana. The children's museum. Other then that one meeting I have only emailed him."

Elliot turned and walked quickly to the other room with the others. "Hardison, I need you to check something out for me. What can you tell me about someone from their email?"

Alec looked up at the sound of his name and said, "Email, not a whole lot. I can get you copies of there emails, and any info that they used while signing up. But man, they could have lied. No one checks to make sure that the facts are right with emails."

Elliot turned and looked at Maggie, "Give him the email. Please." He said with an almost begging look in his eyes.

"Ok, I just need to look it up. One sec." Maggie answered as she broke eye contact and reached for her purse and started to dig though it to find her phone. "There it is! Ok now opening, then contacts, it is under Sinclair, ok I got it. The email address is "

Nate and Sophie started forward and asked, "Elliot what is going on?"

Elliot replied softly, "You remember the alias I gave, Adam Sinclair? There is only two people who really know that name. Myself and my twin brother, Jacob. I thought I stayed far enough away form him to keep him safe, but if he is using an alias too he could be in a lot of trouble."

Nate looked at Elliot and then at Maggie wondering how this all came into being, then decided it really did not matter. The team was there for him when he needed help, they would be there for Elliot.

"Hardison, do it. Everything you can get." Nate answered Elliot unspoken question. "We are a team, if one of us needs help, we all help."

"Well something is not right on my end." Alec said quickly. "I got into the email, but then someone else is starting to hack back. I can fight this, but then who ever is on the other end is going to know I am not just a basic hacker. They will be on their guard."

"Stop for now." Nate answered. "Can you make it seem like someone was just trying to hack his email to send spam mail or something else normal."

"Nate, my man, you really need to stop asking me what I can do. It is the age of the geek baby; I can do anything I want with a keyboard and enough time." Alec answered as his fingers flew over the keyboard typing in lines of code faster then the group could read them.

"Good after that can you get us all tickets to New York city. We have a Library to steal." Nate said as he was standing up and walking away.