Elizabeth was dumping used plates in the kitchen sink when her phone rang. She smiled involuntarily as she glanced at the caller ID.
"Honey, Neal is doing fine…" she began, but she was interrupted by the voice on the other end.
"It's not baby Neal I'm worried about. El, I've got huge news." Peter had a hand over his forehead as he stepped out of the storage container. "Neal Caffrey is alive."
El was speechless for a few seconds. "Peter, I know you want this to be true, but you saw his body with your own eyes. He can't possibly be alive!"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mozzie was right. Neal Caffrey's greatest con. I haven't quite worked out all the details yet, but I have all the clues I need. I know he's alive," he stated with conviction.
"Well, I don't know how to react. You're the smartest man I know and I believe you. Promise to tell me everything when you get back?"
"Always." She could hear the smile in his tone.
"How are you feeling, hon? This is a lot to take in." She sounded a little more high-pitched than usual.
"I'll be fine. I have to get back to work now. With this new case, I won't have time to dwell on it till I'm home." He waved a hand in dismissal to no one in particular.
"I know. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you know where Neal is right now?" She seemed hopeful and apprehensive at the same time.
"I'm not sure if I'm right, but I think he's in Paris." Peter could feel a weight lift off of him as he shared with his wife.
"Wow! That's a real co-incidence!" She moved away from the kitchen as she spoke.
"What is?"
El stood in front of the muted TV as she relayed the news. "There's been a break-in at the Louvre."