Peter, Neal, and Elizabeth were still in Peter's office when they saw Jones, Diana, and Anna enter the squad room downstairs. Jones had packed a bag of clothes for Anna when he had went to her house with the forensics team. She was now wearing light blue dress and matching high heals. She was using a thin white cane as she walked.

Peter, Neal, and Elizabeth went downstairs and over to the other trio.

"Any problems?" Peter asked.

"None at all Boss." Diana said.

"Anna." Peter said. "I want you to meet my partner, and the reason my hair is turning gray. Neal Caffrey."

"Hello Mr. Caffrey." Anna held out her hand.

"Please, call me Neal." He said, taking her hand.

"And this is my wife Elizabeth."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Anna once again held out her hand.

"You too." El replied, shaking her hand. "I just wish it were under better circumstances.

"May I?" Anna asked, motioning with her hands towards the other woman's face.

"It's amazing." Jones said. "Anna can tell what you look like by feeling you face."

"Sure." El said, leaning closer to her. Anna gently rand her hand over the other woman's face. "She is very pretty Peter, you always had great taste in woman."

"I know." Peter replied.

"You have a nice completion, and a well proportioned face. Very attractive, and a few years younger then Peter."

"Thank you." El said with a smile.

"May I Neal?" Anna asked.

"I would be honored." Neal leaned over she gently ran her hands over his face.

She frowned and said, "I'm guessing you are in your forties, I feel a few wrinkles and crow lines around the eyes. You're nose is of center, like it's been broken a couple times before. Your chin is too large for your face."

As she spoke, Neal's mouth dropped open. He was about to protest, when he saw Jones and Diana having a hard time not laughing. Then he figured it out.

"Not funny, you two." He said, with a small pout.

"Oh yes it was." Diana said, smiling. "You should have seen your face when she mentioned your nose."

"And the chin." Jones laughed. "You looked like a fish with your mouth gapping like that."

"I am sorry Neal." Anna said, but she too was smiling.

"I don't blame you." Neal said. "Those two corrupted you."

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An hour later, Peter and Neal were out chasing leads. Anna was sitting at Neal's desk drawing on a large sketch pad. El was standing a few feet behind her, looking at the drawing in amazement. It was of a man in his fifties, and was very detailed.

"Hello again Elizabeth." Anna sad.

"How did you know it was me?" El asked, as she walked over and sat in a chair beside her.

"Your perfume."

"You are very talented, that is a beautiful drawing."

"Thank you."

"Who is it?"

"My Father." Anna laid the sketch pad down. "I am sure he looks different now, but that is how he looked the last time I saw him.

"Peter said you were an art therapist, is that still what you do?"

"Yes. I also do witness sketches for the police on occasion."

"Really?" El asked, surprised.

"I refused to let York take away my dreams." Anna said. "After helping that little boy, I knew witness sketches was what I was supposed to do with my life."

"That is very courageous, I'm not sure I could come back after that."

"Yes you could." Anna smiled. "You have Peter in your corner; he's the one who brought me back."

"He was?"

"After the police found me, I was scared of everything and everyone. Then after a couple days, I was pissed at everything and everyone. Then I just didn't have much feelings on anything, it was like I was empty on the inside. My parents moved me back home, so they could help. Peter was constantly over, trying to cheer me up. But I wasn't getting any better.

Then one day, Peter came over and asked my parent to leave for the afternoon. They didn't seem too thrilled about it, but they trusted Peter. So they left. I was laying on the sofa, which was where I spent most of my time. Peter walked over, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I was yelling and ordering him to let me go, but he wasn't listening.

He plopped me down at the dinning table and put a pencil in my hand, and then he told me that there was a sketch pad in front of me. That he wanted me to draw a picture. I told him, well I screamed at him, that I couldn't. That blind people didn't draw. He told me that that was a load of bull and that he wasn't going to let me waste my talents or my life. And that I couldn't get up until I drew a picture. I was really ticked, and I stood up and told him exactly what I thought. Then he pushed me right back down onto the chair, and handcuffed one of my wrists to the table.

Then he told me that I still had one free hand and that I had better start drawing. Then he told me that I didn't need eyes to see the beauty in the world, that I just needed my heart. He told me to use my heart to draw. I asked him if he'd been reading fortune cookies again. Peter told me he would be back in half an hour, and that I had better have a picture drawn or he'd leave me cuffed.

I knew Peter was serious about not letting me go, the man was as stubborn as a mule. So I started drawing, just to appease him. I drew the first picture and was amazed at how much better I felt, so I started on a second. Then a third. By the time Peter came back, I felt like my old self again.

Peter saw the change as soon as he walked over, and he un-cuffed me. Then he looked at the first picture I drew and laughed. It was a picture of him hanging upside down from a tree branch, naked.

Then he looked at the others and told me how beautiful they where. I never stopped drawing again."

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Peter and Neal were heading back to the bureau, having chased every lead they had without any luck.

"He couldn't have just disappeared." Peter said, frustration evident in his voice.

"We will find him." Neal assured the older man. "You found me."

"You were easy to find."

"Then why did it take you so long?"

Before Peter could answer, Neal's phone rung.

"Hey Moz." He said into the receiver. He listened for a few moment, then thanked the other man and hung up.

"Moz wants immunity." Neal said.

"I always give him immunity."

"York contacted him, he wants a new identity."

"Where is he?"

"Moz doesn't know, he said York is real careful. York told him he would be in contact."

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Nathan York hung up the payphone with a smile, everything was working out just fine. He knew Burke had Anna, and he planned on making both pay.

"That sort bald guy will come in handy." York gloated to himself. "I will get to Caffrey through him, and to Burke through Caffrey. Then they all die."

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Peter and Neal walked into the squad room and saw Anna and Elizabeth both sitting at Neal's desk laughing and whispering to each other.

"Oh that doesn't look good." Peter said.

"It isn't." Jones said, walking over to the two men. "Trust me, is isn't good at all."

"Hello Peter." El said, when she saw them. "Anna was just telling me about that thing you do with your hands, the thing that I thought was just ours."

"And El was telling me about that camping trip you two took, seems awfully familiar to me, right down to the skinny dipping at midnight."

"Um." Peter got the deer in the headlights look on his face.

Neal's phone rung and he answered it, while laughing. He thought the scene playing out in front of him was pretty funny. He hated to break it up.

"That was Moz." Neal said, as he hung up. "He's supposed to meet York in an hour."

"We've got to go." Peter said, as he quickly left the room.

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