Peter sat at his desk and stared.

"What is it?"

In front of him sat a small box. It was covered with a green material with a random gold thread.

Diana walked in and asked, "What's that you have there? Did you buy your wife some jewelry?"

"No."

Diana walked over and picked it up.

"Don't…"

"Wow, its heavy." She said. "Is it made of lead?"

Peter raised an eyebrow and Diana set the box back down.

"Sorry, boss."

"I'm going to put this on Neal's desk. He wanted it, he'll know what it is."

Neal walked in and started walking to Peter's office when he noticed a green box on his desk. Neal circled his desk staring the whole time at this emerald colored surprise.

Neal took off his hat with a flip and sat it next to the box.

"No hinges."

Neal walked around his desk again.

"No seams."

Neal bend over to where his eyes were an inch from the box.

"Silk"

Peter walked down the stairs and over to Neal.

"What do you have here, Neal?"

"It's not mine, I haven't touched it."

Neal looked at Peter. Peter stared at Neal.

"So you're telling me it was just there when you got here?"

"I can tell you that it's an unusual box covered in Bombyx Mori silkworm silk dyed with a green from North Eastern India. But where it came from and why it is here, I have no idea."

Peter leaned back and slowly shook his head. "Silk?

"Yeah if you look closely you can see the triangular shape of the thread, in the right light it'll probably look golden…." Neal trailed off, something came back to him.

Peter was about to ask when Neal said "India!"

"India?"

"Yes, the Armenian Church of Sarat."

"Armenia? You just said India. Which is it?"

"Armenian, an 'N' at the end." Neal said.

Peter just waited.

Neal looked at Peter, then continued.

"India used to have a number of Armenian churches. As the Armenian population dwindled to nothing those churches were closed. The contents of those churches were taken to Bombay. Usually Bombay, for storage. As there was a lot of gold; candle sticks to crosses to chandeliers to eating utensils. Some greedy people started stealing and selling the gold. To get it out of India the gold was melted down."

Peter lifted the small box and felt the heft.

"Not lead, gold."

Neal scrunched his eyebrows, "Lead?"

"So you did put it there." Neal pointed at the box in Peter's hand, "I still haven't touched it." Neal then pulled his hands away showing his palms to Peter.

Jones walked in, "Are you surrendering or something?"

Peter laughed.

Neal thought for a moment. "Is that…"

Peter smiled. "Yes it is."

"How'd you get it, I mean who had it, where …how long have you had that?"

"We knew you were going for something, but not what it was. NYPD happens to pull a guy over for speeding and he's acting all weird and one thing leads to another and we have this little bit of evidence. He used to go as Lord Harrington or something like that."

"He did have it." Neal spun around and put his hands to his head.

Neal pointed at it, "We need to open it."

"Can't, still evidence."

Neal closed his eyes, "Can we at least weigh it so we know if it is lead or gold?"

Jones and Diana were now standing behind Peter.

Peter turned and handed it to Jones. "Take this back to evidence, the bag is in my office."

~END~