When Peter finally came home that day, Elizabeth had fallen asleep in front of the TV. The knock on the door startled her awake. She opened the door to find her husband's frowning face before her. She greeted him with a swift kiss.
"Someone looks like they've had a bad day," she commented.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier about the coincidence," Peter replied.
"Slow down, honey. You can do all that after dinner," said El with a smile.
"I'm sorry, El. I already finished mine at the office. Jones ordered Chinese again." Peter pulled his best apologetic face.
"You didn't call. You never do that. What's going on, Peter?" Elizabeth asked.
Peter settled into the sofa and gave a long sigh. He then launched into a detailed explanation starting from his suspicions last night to the contents of Neal's storage box.
"Right after I called you, I swung by Mozzie's favourite street corner, but I couldn't find him," Peter finished.
"Maybe he's moved to a different place. You did scare the crowd by flashing your badge yesterday," El reasoned.
"Maybe," Peter agreed.
They exchanged looks. Neither said a word, but each knew what the other was thinking.
"I'll get the files," declared Peter, getting up.
Elizabeth caught his hand. "Are you sure you want to pursue this? Neal clearly lead us to believe he's dead for over a year. I don't think digging up the past is going to help anything. I just don't want you to spend sleepless nights over something futile. It's not like you can involve the Bureau in this, right?"
"True. But I have to know, El. This is Neal we're talking about. I don't think I can get any sleep unless I know the truth."
She nodded in understanding. "Then I'll help you track down Mozzie."
