Disclaimer: I don't own characters/show/nor anything to do with the show, but enjoy watching it on t.v. like everyone else. The creative story is my own, not based on any episodes. Enjoy and let me know what you think so far. Anybody like riddles? I'll have more a.s.a.p.
Night. Peter stopped at Neil's desk on his way out.
Peter: Come on, we can continue in the morning. I'll give you a lift.
Neil: Thought I'd stay a little while-
Peter: It's 10 p.m., get your coat.
Neil: Okay, I'll get my coat.
Stretching as he stood.
Peter dropped him off and pulled away as Neil quietly headed inside. Upstairs, he quietly closed the door, tossed his jacket on the arm of the couch, and flopped on the couch too tired to make it to his bed only a few feet away. As the sun rose in the morning, Neil stretched his arms, his body stiff from the couch, and stood. He took a shower and went to the balcony watching the colors of sunrise light the city. As he turned to walk away, he kicked something. He saw a piece of paper folded in half and picked it up. He looked at the lock on the balcony door, but saw it was still locked. He tried to open it, but the lock worked. He opened the note and saw one and a half words, the other torn in half, the words encrypted. He got his cell as he got his jacket off the arm of the couch.
Moz: (on phone) Hello?
Sounding like Neil woke him.
Neil: You leave me a riddle on my balcony?
Moz: (on phone) Does it look like I'd climb June's building to give you a riddle?
Neil: Worth asking.
Moz: (on phone) Keep me posted. I like riddles.
Then hung up.
Neil headed downstairs and into the kitchen to see June pouring two cups of coffee.
June: Just in time for a cup of coffee.
Neil: Just enough time for a cup.
He smiled as she handed him a cup.
June: No time for breakfast?
Neil: I'm buying Peter breakfast this morning.
He assured.
June: Well, make sure you eat. No need for you to starve to catch the bad guy.
Neil: Thanks for the coffee.
Kissing her on the cheek, then went out the front door, but didn't see Peter's car.
Confused, Neil walked to the precinct and saw Peter's desk empty.
Neil: Jones, you seen Peter?
Jones: Not since I left last night. Why?
Neil: I thought he was going to pick me up this morning.
Jones: Maybe he stayed home last night.
Neil: He took me home last night saying he was headed home, too.
Jones: You call Elizabeth?
Neil: Not yet.
Dialing on his cell.
Elizabeth was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee.
Elizabeth: Hey, Neil. How are you?
Neil: Good. Say, did Peter come home last night? Say after 10 p.m.?
Elizabeth: If he did, he probably slept on the couch.
She looked out the kitchen window.
Elizabeth: I don't see his car. Is he at the office?
Neil: I'll have him call you when I see him.
Then hung up.
Neil: Could you find Peter's car?
Jones: Peter didn't go home last night?
Neil: She didn't see him.
Jones and Neil went to Jones' computer.
Jones: You say you both left after ten, right?
Neil: Yeah, he dropped me off first.
Jones: Here we go. His car's in the parking garage.
They headed down and found Peter's car, but he wasn't inside. Neil called Peter's cell and heard it ring on the dashboard.
Neil: Something's wrong.
Jones: Doesn't look damaged, car's locked.
As Neil hung up.
Neil: Then where is he?
Peter's cell rang again, the caller Elizabeth. Neil's eyes widened.
Jones: What?
Neil: The second half of the riddle.
Seeing a half torn paper identical to the one he found just under Peter's cell.