The child stared past Peter. "Who made the best chair ever?" she asked, clutching onto her lion.

"Where did you get that lion?" Neal choked out. Peter attempted to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Mommy," she answered, still staring at Neal. Peter pulled his cell phone out and sent a text to every FBI agent he knew asking if anyone knew that Kate Moreau had a daughter. He couldn't quite bring himself to ask them if they had heard Kate had a child by Neal.

"Who made the best chair ever?" the child repeated.

"Eames is to easy an answer," Neal answered, his face whiter than normal.

"Mommy said I might meet the Daddy-man," she said solemnly. "Who are you?" she asked, turning to Peter.

"I'm FBI Special Agent Peter Burke," Peter replied, still a little confused by what exactly was going on.

"I'm Lysette. Kate is my mommy. That's the Daddy-man," as she talked she reached her hand into her little purse and came back with a tiny pair of pink and black scissors. Peter thought that he should take them away from her, whoever the hell she was she must be to young to play with scissors, but she moved faster than he did, quickly cutting into her lion's tail and pulling out a flash drive. "Mommy said give this to you," Lysette said and reached the flash drive out to him, and then started patting her lion.

Lysette sat coloring at the table on the other side of the Plexiglas divide. "She said her birthday is May 30, 2006."

"Kate must've gotten pregnant right before I went in," Neal answered dully.

"She never told you?" Peter asked. Neal shook his head no. "I read in your file that Kate didn't visit for about five months that first year."

"She said she got a job in England, a job she couldn't pass up. She wrote all the time, all of the postmarks were from London."

Peter considered clapping Neal on the shoulder, and then considered again. "So maybe Kate had the baby in London. Anyway, the flash has a movie file. Let's watch."

The video opened on Kate leaning back into a chair. She took a ragged breath.

"My name is Kate Moreau. Almost four years ago I found out I was pregnant, right after my boyfriend Neal Caffery was put into prison. I wanted to tell Neal, but I was afraid. Afraid of what he'd do to protect us. I was also afraid of what other people might do with the knowledge that Neal and I had a child. So I concocted a plan to keep the baby safe. I went to the one place I thought I'd be safe and created a second life. I lied to Neal. I lied to everyone. I thought if I could just keep Lysette a secret and safe until Neal was released from prison…then we three could disappear together and live happily ever after.

"But the one person I most wanted to keep Lysette a secret from found out about her. I don't know how. He said that if I didn't help him he'd hurt my baby. I tried going along with him. If I could just hold out these last months, Neal would be out. But it got worse. I came home one day and Lysette was gone. He brought her back, but he threatened her. Then he threatened Neal.

"That's when I panicked and did something stupid. I went to Neal. I knew what he would do, and I did it anyway. And it was all useless." Kate twisted her hair back and tapped her hand against her throat.

"My uncle had Lysette and me as his prisoners, and me involved in his latest scam. If Agent Burke is watching this, it means that Lysette is safe. I'm working on endless late Tudor tapestries, and I'm seeing French artifacts from the same period. My uncle's latest girl left her laptop unattended, which is how I made this, and I copied every document I can."

Tears were streaming freely down Kate's face. "Please protect my daughter, and please try to keep Neal from getting killed. Lysette needs one of us." the video cut out.

"He'll kill her," Neal said, "he'll kill her for getting Lysette out of his reach. We have to do something. We know she's still in New York, or at least she was a few hours ago."

Peter considered. "It can hardly be a coincidence that Kate is working on Tudor tapestries the same time that an old art thief is killed with some sort of Tudor arts and crafts project in his pocket." Neal was still staring out into space. "Neal, who is Kate's uncle?"

Neal flipped through Kate's file, coming to the picture of Kate with a man's hand on her shoulder in San Diego. He pushed it across the table. "Look at the man's ring. Recognize the pattern?"

Peter considered. It was a rather distinctive pattern. When he saw it is was bigger. "I saw that pattern carved into the face of a man we think was killed by Aleksandr Ivanov."

"Kate's real name isn't Katelyn Moreau. It's Katya Ivanov. He's her uncle." Neal looked up at Peter. "And he'll kill her. Which is why I need to see that lion."

Neal knew he couldn't let himself think deeply about Lysette. Which is why he walked into the conference room where she sat and announced he was taking her lion.

"No."

"I need it, now. It's important."

"No."

Jones walked up to Peter carrying a milkshake. "Seems like the famous Caffery charm is failing him with his own kid," he remarked.

"Neal isn't thinking," Peter mused outloud. "He can't bring himself to try and charm her." Peter decided to bail Neal out, since it looked like the kid was about to bite him.

"Please help me, FBI man." Lysette ran across the room and flung one arm around Peter's leg, the other clutching her lion, a tear streaming down her face. "He wants lion!"

Peter couldn't helped but be touched by the girl's obvious distress. She'd handled being in such a stressful situation so well, but it had to be overwhelming for such a small girl. Peter awkwardly lifted her up. "No one is going to take your lion, honey."

Neal couldn't believe his eyes. The same man who could tell if Neal tried to pull the slightest con was being tricked by a three year old. "She's playing you!" Neal burst out.

Lysette's eyes narrowed and for a moment Neal saw Kate. "Mommy say Daddy man is nice. He's not.' She laid her head on Peter's shoulder. "FBI man is."

"Oh, for god's sake," Neal burst out.

"Maybe you could let him look at it if we all set at the table together?" Peter asked. Lysette thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"Fix his tail, Daddy man?" Lysette asked as she sat down.

Neal nodded as he lifted the lion up. "Kate had a lion like this. Her grandmother made it for her when she was young. It looks like Kate just sewed a new covering over the original lion."

"Mommy said lion needed a new coat," Lysette said.

Neal looked at the stitching. It was all done in purple, like the original lion, but the original lion had been simply stitched. This coat was made up of various stitches in complex patterns.

He remembered, then. The first time they were in France. Kate naked, wrapped in an old blanket, attempting to distract him by telling him that the blanket was telling a story.

Each little picture had a meaning. Kate had made the lion a coat that was a clue to what the hell was going on.