Lane rolled over on her side, pulling the pillow over her head.

The tapping became more insistent, as was the voice from outside the window. "Lane!" it said. "Wake up!"

"Hmmm," Lane sighed, snuggling farther down under her covers.

There was the soft scraping of the window opening and Lane sat up like a shot. "Graham?" she said voice low.

"It's just me," he said, sticking his head through her open window.

Lane put her hand on her heart. "Graham, you scared me half to death." She swung her legs over to the side of the bed and then knelt by the window. "You can't be here, I'll get in trouble."

"Aww, don't you want some fun?" he asked. "You know, before you work yourself to death?"

"I can't do this anymore," Lane said. "If I get caught-"

"Have we ever?"

Lane ran her fingers through her hair. "No, but there's always a first. I could- I would lose my job. Then what would I do?"

Graham took her fidgeting hands. "We can be prison buddies."

Lane laughed and then looked at her clock on the nightstand, it's red numbers illuminating the tabletop. They read 1:37 am.

"What do you have in mind?" she finally said. Graham smiled, eyes shining in the moonlight. "Topher was arrested last week, you know."

Lane froze. "Yes..."

"He sent me a letter today that had his next plans in it. I just need your help."

"We can't get caught."

"We won't. Get dressed."

They met at her back door, Lane's hair held back in a messy bun. Black leather gloves stuck out of her jacket pocket.

"We need to go downtown," Graham said, taking her hand and leading her to his car. "That's where we'll pull it."

Lane nodded as she ducked into the car. They drove and Graham explained the plan quickly.

"The note was coded but it was really basic," he said. "There's a small alleyway behind the wall of Parker's Jewelry. Toph found out that the wall access the light."

"The light in what?"

Graham's smile widened. "The vault."

Lane laughed and clapped her hands together. "The Catalina Diamond's in town, being displayed. Is it there?"

"Hopefully," Graham said. "They might have already moved it. These plans are several weeks old."

Parking was easy downtown. There were hardly any cars out and no one was near the alleyway. Graham parked the car and reached into the backseat for the duffel bags.

"Got your mask?" he asked.

"Of course," Lane said. She looked up the road and her heart nearly stopped. A shadow unfolded itself from a dark sedan just up the road. Lane grabbed Graham's arm and said, voice low, "Look."

They watched in silence as the shadow made its way up the street and to the alley. It poked its head down it before turning around to face Graham's car.

"Hello," it said.

All of the tension left Graham's body and he exclaimed, "Topher?!"

"Buddy!" the shadow called. It came closer to the car and the man's grinning face became recognizable to Lane.

"I thought he was in jail," she said, softly.

"Must've posted bail," Graham said. He rolled down his window. "Toph, who posted bail?"

"Just my girl," he said. "Hey, we better hurry if we want to get this job done."

"The plans don't account for three people," Graham said. "What will Lane or I do?"

"Graham, you stay in the car, keep it warm," Topher said. "I'll take Lane in. She'll know which diamonds are worth more."

"What, cause I'm a girl?" Lane huffed.

Topher scoffed. "No, 'cause you work in Precious Items at the museum."

"Oh, yeah," Lane said sheepishly. She unbuckled her seat belt and exited the car.

"Be ready," she said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

"You know I will."

Lane followed Topher down the alleyway, turning sideways in some parts. He stopped and sent a smile to Lane. "Here's where the magic happens." He felt around the wall with his foot and then grunted in approval. With a swing of his foot, a small hole appeared, showering his foot in plaster. "Let's go," he said. Lane crawled after him in the small tunnel, the sound her shirt catching the walls making her cringe.

Topher stopped and felt around the wall in front of him. "Get a flashlight up here," he said. Lane grabbed the small penlight from the bag and shined it at the wall. There was square cut out in the wall and Topher slid his fingernails in the lines. He pulled forward and it swung off the wall. He pushed something else forward and there was a plastic clattering sound. Lane jumped. "What was that?" she asked.

"The light panel."

Topher crawled forward and helped Lane through and to her feet. The light from the torch slightly illuminated the small room. There were drawers in the wall and on a center pedestal, a large diamond sat in a glass container.

"The Catalina Diamond," Lane breathed.

Topher was equally in awe. "I had hoped but... This is perfect." He took his bag and opened it. "Fill 'em. Not everything, though. Only ones you think they couldn't trace."

"But her taking the Catalina?" Lane said, incredulously. "Because that's not trackable?"

"We'll have it cut down so it's different. Put it in the bag."

Lane did so, carefully lifting its glass prison. She then began to inspect the other jewelry. They took the diamonds, but most of the jewelry they had to leave. They had no idea which ones were custom made and therefore, is trackable. Still, Lane was satisfied with their haul.

"Okay, we got to go," Topher said, zipping up his bag. He knelt and began to crawl. "Wait," he said, "Put the panel back in behind, best you can."

"Got it," Lane said, backing into the tunnel. She pulled the panel up and did her best to pull it right against the wall. She dragged the bag behind her as she followed Topher out.

There was a soft red light the glinted momentarily, catching Lane's attention.

"Topher, what's-" Lane's eyes went wide and her blood ran cold.

"Yeah, wrong?" he called back.

"Nothing," Lane said quickly.

They crawled out of the small hole and Topher dusted himself off. Lane gripped her bag and watched Topher carefully.

"We got it," Topher said, smiling. "We'll fence them later. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Let's get to the car."

Lane followed behind him through the alleyway. As soon as they emerged, Lane waved at Graham in the car. His brow furrowed and Lane cried, "Go! It's a trap!"

Topher whirled around. "What are you talking about?" he said, panic heavy in his voice.

"You have an anklet. You're with the cops," Lane said. "Go!"

"Get it!" Graham cried. "Leave the diamonds."

Lane threw the bag at Topher and dove through the open passenger door. Graham took off in the car before Lane even closed the door. They squealed around a corner and then slammed on the brakes.

Their faces were illuminated with red and blue and lights. Lane looked at Graham, not sure what to say.

Finally, Graham said, "Run, I got this."

"No way. I'm here too." she grabbed his hand and took a deep breath. "Things will be easier if we go peacefully."

"They don't have much on us," Graham said.

"Except for the other stuff."

"They don't know about that yet."

A voice on a radio made them both jump. "Step out of the vehicle with both hands up!"

"Don't break," Graham said. "No prisoner's dilemma."

"Of course."

With a shuddering breath, Lane stepped out of the car, hands above her head. A sea of guns was aimed at her. "I'm unarmed," Graham called, on the other side of the car. His hands were shaking in the air.

An officer approached Lane and cuffed her. She watched as Graham received the same treatment.

"We thought we were helping you," Graham cried out, to Lane's surprise. Topher was standing by a car, face stoic. "We did this for Martha!"

Lane had to hide her smile as she was shoved into a cop car. Martha. Just one of the many codes they had come up with in just a situation. Martha: doing this for someone's mother with cancer. It was a lie but it seemed to help out with sympathy with a jury.

Though Lane and Graham were going to be apart for the next few years, they were still working together.