This is sort of AU it does not match certain events perfectly.


Peter was not trying to find out about Neal and his past it came to him. Neal was sick for the past few days so he was solving this case without him.

The case was about a stolen painting from a ritzy higher class family in Cold Spring Harbor, Long Island. The child Anna Kennedy had a home nurse due to illness. She has some sort of cancer. So naturally a nurse whom is at the mansion on the harbor all the time would be a suspect. The nurse lives in a small town called Northport which is not far from the Kennedy's home. Peter tools the hour and a half drive with Dianna to go interview Penelope Sanders (the nurse).

"What a quaint little town." Dianna said looking around at the water.

"It is nice. Elizabeth and I were looking into moving to the island, but I decided I would not enjoy the commute to the city everyday."

"Christie wants to settle here. Her family lives in Huntington. I didn't even tell her we were coming today. She would have wanted me to stop by considering Huntington is about ten or so minutes away."

"Are you and Christie going to adopt someday?" Peter questioned curiously.

"That is a definite maybe." She laughed.

"I think this is the place." He said stopping in front of a cozy town house. Dianna double checked the address.

"It is. Let's go inside it is sweltering out here this time of year." Peter obliged and they knocked on the door. A tiny older woman with short curly tussles of gray hair and small wrinkles that settled on her forehead, answered the door.

"Mrs. Sanders I am Agent Peter Burke and this is Agent Dianna Barriagan; we are here about the Kennedy painting."

"Oh dear come in, come in. Can I get you anything to drink? Iced tea, lemonade, or water? It is very hot outside I am sure you are uncomfortable in those suites feel free to make yourselves comfortable."

"I'll have some lemonade if it isn't too much trouble." Peter said.

"Water please, thank you."

"Sure, you both can sit over there if you want, I will be right back with those beverages."

"Thank you Mrs. Sanders." Peter smiled at the harmless woman. Dianna was looking around the house. There was a fireplace in the living room that had little picture frames on the mantle. Peter took a seat on the couch sighing in comfort as he felt the central air hit his body. Dianna had just noticed a picture that popped out when the nurse walked back in with the drinks.

"Here you both are," she said handing them what they ordered. "Now, how can I help you."

" We just need to go over details. Was there anyone suspicious around the house in the past few days?" Peter went on asking these questions and both him and Dianna concluded she was innocent. Before they left Dianna had a question to ask.

"Mrs. Sanders?"

"You can call me Penelope dear." The older woman said smiling warmly.

"Penelope, who is this boy next to you in this picture?" She asked pointing to the picture she saw earlier.

"Oh my, he was a son to me. He was one of the sick children I took care of. Such a sweetheart that boy."

"May I ask, what is his name?"

"Nelson."

"Nelson what?"

"Nelson Caffrey."


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