A/N: Lord knows, the last thing on TV I want to see is a kid on White Collar. Lysette was simply the best reason I could give Kate for betraying Neal. Plus, I liked the idea of Peter being played by a miniature Neal. And forcing Neal to interact with kid almost as charming as he is. We don't know much about Kate, so I wanted to make her an artist, just a different kind of artist. People really do become experts in old tapestry and textile repair…

Neal sat at the table staring at material he pulled off of the lion, while Lysette sat across from him rocking the lion back and forth. Peter sighed. It was bad enough that he had responsibility for a con man who acted like a child; now he had an actual child in the mix.

A child of Neal Caffery and Kate Moreau. He should go ahead and start preparing the bulletins he'd doubtlessly be issuing in a few years. Hell, he should send out an email now to every agent in the FBI to prepare themselves.

Jones appeared by his side. "Immigration doesn't have any records of Katelyn Moreau leaving the country in the last four years. Same for Katya Ivanov. Of course, I also couldn't find any birth records with Moreau or Ivanov as the mother. Or, you know, records that Katelyn Moreau or Katya Ivanov where ever born."

Peter considered what he knew about Kate. She hadn't been suspected of anything worse than being an accessory in some of Neal's schemes by way of protecting him, so he had never been really interested in her as anything thing other than a piece of the puzzle Neal made up.

"She had to have been somewhere close by," Peter said. "After taking off a for a few months to hide her pregnancy and have Lysette, she never missed another visitation day for Neal. She occasionally put in appearances at the loft. Diana just called to say that Met was still using her on some textile preservation. So, unless Kate built up some major frequent flier miles, she couldn't have been more than a few hours away. We need to find out from Lysette what we can."

"I live in a house where the yard is on the roof," Neal announced without preamble. Sitting in front of him was someone who had lived with Kate everyday while he sat in prison. True, the information he needed was locked in the mind of a pre-schooler, but it was more than he had before.

Lysette looked up, interested. "Wow. Does it has swings?"

"Uh, no." He went back to looking at the lion cloth. A sword. A rose. A rosary. An ax. Her uncle's symbol. A fleur de lis. A bottle of scotch. A needle stuck into a ball of yarn. A large, sturdy candle. A series of crowns, giving the impression that the crown was falling. Kate was telling him a story. He wished to hell he knew what the story meant. "Did you have a backyard?"

"No. 'Cause the water came up in the back."

"The water?"

"Uh huh. I play in the front, 'less Mommy or Auntie Em come with me."

"Did Kate," Neal caught himself, "did Mommy teach you your address?"

"'Course," Lysette answered. "37 Bluebird Pass."

"God almighty," Peter almost laughed. "Kate was hiding in the Hamptons."

Peter managed to acquire a car seat and his motley little crew headed to the Hamptons. Lysette was asleep in the backseat. Glancing over at the Caffery, Peter noticed the tenseness of Neal's jaw.

"You okay? You've had a fairly momentous morning,"

Neal shot him a short look. "She should have told me. I would have done something."

"I'm pretty sure that's why she didn't tell you. She knew exactly what you would do. And she knew I would catch you. She gambled that she could keep it together until you got out. Her gamble just didn't pan out the way she wanted." He waited a moment, and then decided he had to point out the obvious. "Neal, you have a kid."

Silence once more. "When she gets annoyed she looks like Kate. I mean, she kind of looks like a miniature Kate anyway, but when I made her mad she looked at me just like Kate used to when I upset her."

"She has your eyes. And she's definitely a smart, charming kid. Being able to remember everything Kate taught her and jump from the car like that? Even I'm impressed. Oh, and we need to take those scissors away from her. She put them back in her bag after she cut the lion's tail."

"We home?" Lysette asked sleepily from the backseat. "Mommy be at home?"

Looking into the backseat, Neal finally saw it. This tiny human loved Kate as much as he did. This tiny human was part Kate and part him. Kate had spent almost four years doing everything she could to protect Lysette; now it was his turn. And Lysette could him bring back Kate. For both of them.

Damn, he really hoped June liked kids.

"No, Mommy won't be there. We have to figure out where she is. Like a puzzle. Your lion, does he like puzzles?"

"Lion's a girl, silly."

Peter helped out. Neal looked like he was being kicked repeatedly. "What's her name?"

"Arbella," Lysette answered as she smoothed the lion's mane down."

"Arabella, that's a pret-" Peter was interrupted by Neal turning quickly to the back seat.

"Lysette, was Arbella always the lion's name?" Neal asked. Peter decided the stress must have finally gotten to his prisoner/partner.

"Uh-uh. It was just lion. Mommy said Arbella was a good name."

"Arbella," Neal breathed out. He saw it all, now. The bottle that meant broken promises, promises both he and Kate had made and broken. The scarf folded into a M the last time he saw Kate. M for Mary. The Tudor rose. The intricate stitching. Kate's uncle. France. Scotch for Scotland.

"The sturdy candle. It would have a hardy wick," Neal said with a sound that was practically a giggle.

"What?"

"Peter, Ivanov grabbed Kate because he needed her to work on tapestries. Why? Tapestries are hardly a moneymaker on the black market. And if he just wanted her to repair some antiquities he'd stumbled upon, he'd hardly need to kidnap her, or threaten Lysette. He could have just gone through a back channel. If they were anything interesting Kate would have been jumping to work on them.

"She's been leaving clues all along, I just didn't put them together. There are some tapestries and other textiles that would be worth a fortune. When Elizabeth I imprisoned Mary Queen of Scots she sent her to live with some English nobles. The wife was Bess of Hardwick, one of the most famous embroiders of all time. Mary was also a renowned stitcher. The two women spent years working on various tapestries and embroidery projects. They fell out, it was difficult being Mary's jailer. Bess lived apart from her husband and Mary, and then Mary lost her head. The axe. The falling crowns. Anyway, Bess collected and saved all of the things she made during her lifetime. You can still see them in England. Kate even worked on a restoration project. But no one knows what happened to the projects Mary did in her captivity, including the projects she did with Bess."

"So that's why her uncle wants Kate?"

"There's no one better. If I was going to make a bunch of fake Tudor embroideries, I'd want Kate to do them. She's worked with Bess of Hardwick's sewing, she knows how to make it look like Bess did part of the sewing."

Peter could see the outline of what Ivanov may be up to. "The man with the Tudor book. Maybe Ivanov is planning on 'discovering' all sorts of Tudor artifacts."

San Diego. Ivanov would have wanted Kate for her talent with a needle, but there was another reason. If Ivanov had a use for Tudor era antiques, he'd want the best known artifact lost to time. Neal knew why Ivanov had forced Kate to betray him, using Lysette as the bait.

Anne Boleyn's necklace.