As I said, I did start this chapter right away. I just didn't have a suitable wifi source when I finished the last one, so it had to wait a few days to post it. Anyways, it gave me a time to continue writing this one. And then school happened.

"So he never stole the Annunciation, just wrote on it? That hurts. I worked hard on that painting." Neal said later that night. Elizabeth was cooking dinner while Peter briefed Neal about what they found that day.

"Yeah, well obviously Keller is planning something. Is there anything in your painting that could have made it obvious it could be a fake?" Peter questioned.

Neal just gave him a look.

"I get it, you are talented, but there must have been something that tipped him off." Peter told him. Neal leaned back and thought for a moment.

"Well with every forgery you do, you kind of want them to know its been taken. It drives the price up, and it's the only way people will recognize your talents." Neal told him. "Most forgers sign their work."

"Did you sign yours?"

"A few, but I didn't risk it with Keller. If I did and he caught it, I would have been shot."

Peter leaned back in his chair. He was trying to figure out what Keller wanted, because none of his moves made sense.

"Do you have a picture of the Annunciation? Something doesn't add up about it." Neal asked suddenly.

Peter gave Neal the case file containing the photos the Uffizi had sent over. Neal studied them carefully for a few minutes before smiling.

"What do you have?" Peter asked immediately, straightening his chair.

"Keller lied. He already swapped out the paintings." Neal explained. Peter motioned him to continue. "Keller would never even think about putting a note on a priceless work of art. It decreases the value. He must have pulled the heist sometime, without me. Get the gallery to send us the painting, if I see it up close I can tell for sure."

"I'll have Diana call the gallery tomorrow. For now, help me clean up the table. El is giving me the look that dinner is almost ready." Peter said.

Neal set the table while Peter cleared the files away. Five minutes later they were seated around the table eating delicious fettuccini prepared by Elizabeth.

"As usual Elizabeth, your cooking is phenomenal." Neal said with a smile. "The noodles are cooked just right, and the chicken is perfect. Did you prepare the sauce from scratch?"

"Thank you Neal, yes I did make it from scratch. Its nice to have someone notice it for a change." Elizabeth said, sending a smirk in Peter's direction.

"Hey, you know I'm not a food expert. That's why we have Neal." Peter said, trying to defend himself. Elizabeth and Neal burst into giggles.

"So Neal, how was your little study date today?" Elizabeth asked, changing the subject, much to Peter's joy. Neal groaned.

"It wasn't a date. We just worked on the project, and I walked her to the lobby of the building. Nothing eventful, unless you count Peter betraying us to Diana." Neal said, sending a pointed glare at Peter.

"I didn't tell her where you were." Peter defended.

"No, you just pointed. I saw! Believe it or not, a glass door works both ways." Neal told him.

"You just told me not to tell her, and I didn't."

"I doubt that will hold up in a court of law."

"Doesn't have to."

"Boys!" Elizabeth interrupted their banter. "It doesn't matter, I just want to hear more about this girl. What's she like?"

"I have a picture of her." Peter said with a smirk. He reached over to a file and pulled one of Neal's reports from it. Neal hid his face in his hands when he realized that Peter had not looked her up, but instead just kept one of his drawings. "Neal drew this on the back of one of his reports instead of doing them correctly."

It was just a pencil sketch, but like anything that Neal drew, it was amazing. Sarah's face had been captured perfectly, and she was smiling. The smile reached her eyes and lit up her whole face. Her hair was flowing out behind her, like the wind was trying to steal the vibrant red color that the pencil couldn't capture.

"Wow, Neal this is fantastic!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "This is going up on the fridge."

"What? No!" Neal protested. He didn't want it in a place where Sarah could see it if she ever came over.

"Yes. It's amazing, and we are proud of you skills. It goes up on the fridge." Elizabeth said, leaving no room for argument.

"Can we please discuss something other than Sarah?" Neal begged.

"Sure. How's school going? Have you made any friends?" Elizabeth asked.

"I guess." Neal muttered darkly. He had met people who wanted to be his friend, but he knew they were just hanging around him to get something. The girls who did pay him any mind were just enamored by his looks, and the guys were just trying to get the girls numbers. He didn't want to stereotype the entire school, but that is what it felt like. The teachers weren't much better. They completely ignored him, even when he was the only one who knew the answer. By now, he had just stopped raising his hand. The classes were too easy, he didn't pay attention anymore, he just drew.

"You guess?" Peter asked, not missing Neal's tone at all. "What does that mean?"

"It means whatever Peter." Neal snapped. Elizabeth and Peter jumped slightly in surprise, Neal had never used that tone with them. "Can I go upstairs, I'm not hungry anymore and I need to finish my homework."

"Okay honey, just set your plate by the sink I'll take care of it." Elizabeth said delicately.

Neal did as he was asked quietly and quickly, then hurried out of the kitchen up to his room.

The second they heard the door close Elizabeth pounced.

"Is everything okay at school? Is there a problem at work maybe?" Elizabeth asked rapidly asked. Then she gasped. "You don't think he's being bullied do you?"

"I don't think so, he said he was pretty popular on his first day. He hasn't said much yet. It might just be the stress of this case. You know his friend Mozzie was taken?" Peter said.

"Yes, and he's been handling it well, a little too well if you ask me." Elizabeth said. Just as she finished her sentence, a loud noise came from upstairs. Elizabeth and Peter traded looks for a split second, then both of them bolted for the stairs, racing up them and to Neal's room. Peter didn't even knock, he just threw open the door so he could see what had happened.