I walked into Manhattan Hospital at 3:00 in the morning. I had a call saying there was an emergency... involving Neal. That's as much Diana got through before she had to hang up. "I swear if he did something I am going to-" my mumbles to myself were cut off by Diana as she stood up from a chair in the waiting room.

"Peter," she said giving me a serious look, "We need to talk."

"What's wrong? What did Neal do?" I asked panicked. I had just gotten my badge back and I did not need it to be taken away again.

"Neal, for once did nothing. He doesn't even know about this."

"What? Then how does this involve him?"

She sighed, "NYPD found a girl last night, 15 years old. She was shot."

"A mugging? How does this involve our unit... Or Neal?"

"That's the thing... It wasn't a mugging. It was a robbery."

"A robbery?"

"Yeah, the girl was in a car. Filled with paintings, forgeries. Very good forgeries."

"Forgeries? And she's 15?"

"Yeah, but that's not the only thing. She was sitting in the drivers seat. Being underage to drive they checked the car registration. You'll never guess who's car it was."

"Neal doesn't own a car."

"Yeah, but Kate Moreau did."

I took a second to process it, "Is the girl alive?"

"Yeah, she was lucky. Nothing fatal."

"We should talk to her."

"I already tried, she won't say anything until she talks to Neal."

"To Neal?"

"Yeah. I'm guessing you don't want him to know about this."

I thought about it for a second, "No, he should know. Let's bring him in."

"I'll get him on the phone."