**Sorry this chapter took so long, but I couldn't decide quite how to do it. Hope you enjoy!**
Peter Burke sat at his desk, anxiously tapping his finger on the wood as he stared at his computer screen. They had checked everything; Neal was nowhere to be found, and Peter was completely out of ideas.
He heard a knock at the door, and he looked up to see one of the agents on his team. He motioned him in.
"Sir, Caffrey's phone just turned back on."
Burke leapt to his feet. "Where is he?" he almost yelled.
"Miami."
"Call the local police. I want him picked up and shipped back here yesterday."
The agent nodded and hurried out of the room. Peter sighed, maybe they had finally caught a break. He sat impatiently at his desk for a few minutes, then snatched the phone from his desk and dialed.
"Hello, this is Special Agent Peter Burke at the FBI New York office. We asked you to send units to pick up a fugitive…?"
"Yes, sir. They're just arriving. If you'll just hold on a moment…"
"Sure."
Peter sat at his desk fidgeting for what seemed like ages until the voice on the other end of the line returned.
"Special Agent Burke?"
"Yes, were they able to apprehend him unharmed?"
"They found the cell phone you were tracking, but the woman who had it—"
"Woman?!?!"
"—says that a very handsome man walked up to her in the New York airport and gave her $100 to bring the phone to Miami and turn it on. From her description, it sounds like—"
Burke slammed the phone down and buried his face in his hands. Neal…
