Elliot chuckled to himself as he watched police feeds and listened to the scanners. They had no idea where he was, as they shouldn't since not even the fox knew where he lived. He was surprised they hadn't managed to track him back to his apartment though, he'd barely done anything to dodge them as he made his short trek home. His feet were propped on the desk as he popped cheetos into his mouth enjoying the crunch and puff. Though he seriously needed to start leaving a napkin at the very least next to his desk when he got the graving for the cheesy snack.

Hours later, and a bag of cheetos gone, he let out a yawn. The social media had been back tracked with tons of dating mushy terribleness to cover their ruse. The bar would still be open for awhile, and the photo album was printing. He checked his watch and let out another yawn. Wouldn't hurt to get a quick nap while he waited for the Fox to finish up with her job as the printer finished its job. He leaned back folding his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Letting the information he'd gathered over the last few hours wash over him making it hard to doze off. He had been added to the suspect list for the theft and there wasn't even a hint as to who else had done it. It reeked of a dirty frame job. As sleep overtook him, his last thought was that perhaps it was an inside job, cops, or museum curators hoping to take the two of them off the streets for good.

It felt like he'd just shut his eyes when his phone rang and startled him out of his chair. From the floor he reached up to his desk and grabbed the phone off the desk and clicked accept seeing the caller ID. before he could get a word in edgewise the fox was already announcing her plans. He stood up as she spoke and rubbed his sore butt, glancing at his watch to check the time. "Yeah sure. Where do you want to meet up?" He pulled the papers out of the printer that had finished while he was sleeping and headed toward his counterfeit machine. If it could make fake passports, it could bind a wedding photo album. "What about the park, at the walkway under the bridge?" A suggestion that wouldn't let her say his place, he didn't want her to know where he lived yet.