Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Jeff Easton and USA Networks. I am just playing with them.
Author's Note: So my first White Collar story. The character's became a bit OOC over the time so don't hurt me. It was something that kept stuck in my head for weeks.
Tired and like the weight of the world laid upon his shoulders Peter came home. Like he always did the last three weeks he picked up the mail, petted Satchmo's ear for a short moment before he threw the mail on the table in the living room and went to order dinner from a delivery service. Some still packed boxes reminded him of Elizabeth. He didn't call her to tell her what happened because he thought she wouldn't understand why he felt responsible. A year ago she would, Peter knew for sure but this year changed all of them.
Even if the higher ups thought Neal ran Peter knew it better. The last time Neal ran he gave him the signal and Mozzie vanished along with him to Cape Verde. This time was different. No one was after him since they got Rachel behind bars again. Diana and Jones also thought something was off and he didn't even want to start to think about all the crazy theories Mozzie threw at them once a day. They all knew Neal well enough to know he didn't vanish voluntarily but why and who was still a riddle.
Peter got pulled out of his dark thoughts by the doorbell. Confused he blinked a couple of times till he answered it and payed his dinner. On his way to the dinning area he switched on the lights to chase away the darkness not only inside the house. While he ate Peter he went through the mail more out of duty than with real interest. The postcard between all the all the other mail didn't get his attention first. Peter needed a second to realize it was a postcard from France. With a strange feeling it might have to do with Neal he picked it up again and looked at it closer. The card itself was a picture of the Eiffel tower. He turned it around to find his address written in a neat female hand writing. The message on it was simple and yet it made him shiver: I am Rachel Turner.
Jones already got a bad feeling when he came to work and Peter was nowhere to be seen. The feeling got worse when his boss came in later than usual looking like hell came to haunt him personally.
"Jones, Diana, office." Peter ordered strict. Both agents exchanged glances but shook their heads in the negative. But both knew it had to do with Neal.
They entered the office and spotted immediately the postcard in Peter's hands.
"What's that?" Diana asked curious.
"See yourself." Peter handed it over. Jones stepped closer to Diana to see himself too.
"We got her under arrest." Jones stated surprised.
"We don't. I was at the correction center before I came here. At some point she got exchanged with an other woman after we got her at this fort. I want to know when and where!"
"You think she is behind Caffrey's disappearing act?" Diana inquired.
"When she walked free all this time everything is possible. I want a check up on this hand writing."
"I check that." Jones offered and vanished.
"I follow her trail." Diana followed him.
Peter stayed there and stared at the postcard. He still didn't knew what all this meant or why she almost bragged about the fact she is free but he was sure he will find out soon. The only thing he really didn't get was why she kidnapped Neal now. The diamond was still in safety and both made sure their way of living wouldn't fit together. Peter thought she gave up after the Fort Trotten disaster but it seemed like they underestimate her again.
Determined to find out what all this was about Peter got up to see the only one who could help some more with their investigation. Since Neal disappeared Mozzie became more paranoid then he was before and the only way to talk to him was to go to June first. Somehow the older lady became some kind of messenger for them.