"I was doing research on the idol this morning to figure out why someone would want to steal it. I found out that the idol was supposedly cursed. After examining the evidence that we had collected more thoroughly it all made sense; Someone broke into Dr. Galler's house, located the idol and stashed it here until they could find a way to get it into the museum." Explained Neal. He then went back to looking for the idol.
"Why would anyone do that?" Asked Peter who was still not convinced.
"To protect the doctor from the idol's curse. The idol is suppose to "reduce the intelligent man's soul to his weakest form."" Said Neal.
"That's ridiculous Neal." said Peter. Only a second after those words had left his mouth, Neal for the second time that day jumped up and said:
"I got it!" And Neal held up the sapphire idol.
Chapter 2:
Peter was shocked. He had not believed Neal's outrageous story for a moment! But here he was, staring the sapphire idol down.
"But, how! Why! What?" Stuttered Peter. Neal stood in front of him looking proud as a peacock.
"I told you I had it!" Neal exclaimed positively beaming. Peter blinked a few times then snapped out of his daze, realizing that they had found the much sought after idol.
"Drop it in this." Instructed Peter holding out a large evidence bag. Neal did what he was told and the idol was sealed into it's temporary container. "Good job Neal." He said clapping his partner on the back.
"Thanks Peter!" Neal said still smiling.
"What do you say we get this back to its rightful owner?" Said Peter and the two of them began walking back towards the FBI.
They arrived back to find the FBI completely quiet. Every agent was sitting at their desk pretending to work while secretly eyeing the interrogation room.
"Whats going on?" Whispered Peter to a nearby agent.
"A doctor was just arrested for fraud and Hughes is up there questioning him." Replied the agent in an equally hushed tone. Peter looked up to see Hughes sitting with a familiar looking fellow looking pissed off.
"What is the guy's name?" Asked Peter already anticipating the answer.
"He claims that it's Galler. Apparently he has been prescribing bad medication to people for quite some time now." Answered the agent.
Neal who had been quite up to this point and still wore a smile spoke up. "Hey Peter, does this mean that we get to keep the idol?"
Peter shot Neal a glare but said nothing. He began walking up to the interrogation room to see if he could get information from this guy. Neal followed.
When they got into the room Hughes had already given Jones the instruction to cuff the fake doctor.
"So this mean hes guilty?" Asked Peter.
"Sure does. I could tell from the moment he began talking. He is not near smart enough to be a doctor." Said Hughes.
"Well what do we do with this?" Asked Peter holding up the clear bag that still contained the idol.
"We will put it in evidence." Replied Hughes in a dismissive tone, taking the bag from Peter.
Peter thought that it would be a good time to leave Hughes alone so he turned to exit and beckoned for Neal to follow.
Peter entered his office and turned to Neal. "I can't believe we spent time trying to make up for a committed crime when the guy was a criminal himself!" Peter was frustrated. He hated the fact that they had helped a man who was hurting people.
Neal who hadn't said much and was looking slightly pale just nodded his head.
"Are you alright?" Asked Peter.
"Ya." Replied Neal who was starting to sway slightly. Peter put a hand on his shoulder to both comfort and steady him.
"You don't look very well." Said Peter starting to worry.
"Well I suppose I am a bit queasy and the room is spinning a little. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Said Neal turning to go.
"Nice try Caffrey. Your going home. It's Friday and you did good work today. You could use a long weekend.
"I'm fine." Said Neal who's eyes where drooping slightly.
"C'mon Neal I'll drive you." Peter started leading Neal out when he was ambushed by Diana.
"Boss, Hughes is looking for you. It sounded important." She informed Peter.
Peter sighed and looked regretfully at Neal.
"Alright I'm coming. Could you please make sure Caffrey gets home safely?" Asked Peter.
"Sure thing Boss." Said Diana steering Neal out of the building.
The rest of the day was uneventful for Agent Peter Burke. It turned out that Hughes wanted Peter to help sign some paperwork. Diana came back to the office and reported that she had taken Neal to June's.
At 5pm Peter sat in his car outside of the FBI. He decided that he'd better call Neal to see how he was doing. Peter dialed the number and waited for Neal to pick up but he never did.
Odd thought Peter. He decided to go over to Neal's house to check up on him because although he would never admit it, he was worried about his CI.
When Peter reached June's house he was greeted by a friendly maid. He made his way up the stairs to Neal's apartment a knocked on the door.
When no sound came from the inside he knocked again but this time he called in to Neal. "Open the door Neal." Nothing. "It's me Peter." Nothing. "If you don't open the door on the count of three then I'm breaking it down!" He waited for a moment but got no reply so he began counting. "ONE...TWO...THREE!" He waited another minute but still heard nothing so he did as promised a kicked in the door.
Neal's apartment was empty. He called for Neal but still got no reply. That's when he noticed it. Neal's anklet was left deserted on his unmade bed.
"Damn it Caffrey!" Peter cursed out loud. Just then his phone rang. He looked down and noticed it was El.
Peter took a deep breath to calm his anger at Neal then answered his cell phone.
"Hi Hon!" He said sweetly.
"Hi. Um you have to come home. Like now!" Said El. She sounded a little off.
"Are you alright El!?" Asked Peter worried.
"Honey I'm fine but you need to come home right now!" She said sounding very shaken up.
"Alright I'm on my way! Hold tight. Love you." Peter replied and he rushed out the door.
He drove home as fast as he could breaking the speed limit slightly. He got to his house and ran up the stairs and through the front door.
"El! Hon I'm home!" He called.
"I'm in the dining room!" She called back.
Peter walked into the dining room and saw something that surprised him a great deal. Sitting across from his wife sat a little 5 year old boy with dark curly hair, blue eyes and a tear stained face.
"Peter, this is Neal." El said.
A/N: That's right! Kid!Fic! Let me know what you think. I will try to update every day but I make no promises. Thanks for reading!