In all honestly I have no idea what is going to become of this. The start of the story line just popped in my head the other day and now I'm uploading what I have. School starts in a few weeks and seeing as this is my senior year at college it is going to be busy. I'll probably make mistakes, so I'm totally open to people pointing them out to me, just do it productively. I should also note this is my first ever fanfiction so yeah…. Enjoy.
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"Hey boss, Ruticker just accepted to meet you at the docks tomorrow. We should be able to get them once he accept your deal." Diana's voice came over the phone as Peter sat down on the safe house's sofa.
"Good. We'll finally be able to put them behind bars." As he adjusted the cushion behind him he asked hesitantly. "Any new news on Caffrey?"
"On James Bonds? No, nothing. It's like he just disappeared four months ago. Some of the paintings connected to Ruticker have traits of his but there is no way Caffrey would work with Ruticker."
Peter grunted. That was an understatement. They might not know what Caffery looked like, might not have only learned his name six months ago but they definitely knew there was no way Caffrey would work with Ruticker. A man who wouldn't hesitate to kill those who got in his way. Kill them or use them. Ruticker was always the business man, not letting an opportunity to put more money in his pockets go to waste.
"Have you got any more cards from him?" Diana's words jolted Peter back.
"No, nothing." Over the year and half he had chased Caffrey he had been getting cards sent to him from his prey. Birthday cards, anniversary cards, 'see you soon' cards and 'how you doing' cards. It was strange, a little worrisome seeing as at times it felt as if Caffrey knew more about him then he knew about Caffrey. Hell, they had only found out his name six months ago when Caffrey blurted it out during a phone call.
Peter smiled. He still remembered that phone call he received sitting at his office desk.
"Hey Peter, did you find it yet?" The voice was young confirming Peter's acceptations that James Bonds was probably in his twenty or thirties.
"Who is this?" Peter asked though he already had an idea.
"Aw Peter, don't you know my name yet?" The voice taunted yet sounded disappointed.
"Oh I know plenty of your names. Gary Rydell, George Donnelly, Nicholas Halden, to name a few but I'm still working on finding your real name." Peter said somewhat enjoying the banter.
"It's Neal George Caffrey." The name came through the receiver without any hesitation so quickly Peter almost fell out of his chair. Did this kid just give him, Peter Burke the man who was chasing him, wanting to put him behind bars, his real name?
"Peter? Peter I'm not lying. Neal Caffrey is the name I go by. It's not an alias."
The voice on the other side of the phone lines brought Peter out of his stupor. "You really expect me to believe that? That you just gave me your real name without me interrogating you or you messing up?"
There was a sound on the other of the line that sounded suspiciously of a door slamming open. Then Caffrey's voice entered again sounding rattled. "Believe what you want Peter. I have to go."
The line went dead.
It didn't take much after that to find records of a Neal G. Caffrey but no birth record, or photos. Nothing to tell them what James Bonds looked like or how old he was. The only thing it gave them was a paper trail that matched with what they had on James Bonds.
It was weird now having a name, a seemingly real name, to refer to the still faceless forger, thief and conman. But there was still one thing about that phone call that bothered Peter. What was it that Caffrey was referring to? "Peter, did you find it yet?" Find what yet? Caffrey hadn't done something FBI worthy that week. In fact the only Caffrey related thing that had happened in almost a month was a 'how are you doing' card that was sent to Peter.
"Make sure you are wired up tomorrow Boss and we'll see you once we've got Ruticker and his gang behind bars." Diana's voice brought Peter's mind out of its ramblings.
"Will do Diana. Let El know I'm okay and see you tomorrow." As Diana said goodnight and hung up all Peter could think of was he was missing some key piece to the Caffrey puzzle.
Caffrey's hopeful voice flooded his mind. "Did you find it yet?"
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