Apparently finally getting a full time job, brutal school finals, going on vacation, severe writers block, and plot bunnies nagging at me to write other fics is not conducive to updating this story. Who would have guessed it?

In fact I was just going to give up on it because I just wasn't motivated anymore. However randomchick51 kept emailing me over and over inquiring when I was going to update so I sat myself down and forced myself to write so If you like the story and are glad it's being updated, it's all because of her. She is also the only one who figured out the code in the last chapter so congrats

I sent this to my beta a while ago and she didn't respond so I will put it up un betad for now and then when she is able to go over it I will repost it corrected

You have all waited to long for this chapter so enough with the A/N and on with the story

I was sitting in the FBI headquarters going out of my mind. I wanted to be out there doing something to find Kate but we couldn't until we knew where to look. I looked around the room trying to distract myself with something anything but I could have tried to make the sun to stop shining and I would have gotten better results

"Ok" Peter finally said into the phone, "thanks for the information."

Peter placed the phone back down and I started instantly

"Ok what did we find out?"

I tried not to let the anxiety I was feeling leak into my voice and only partially succeeded .

"The bomb that was used is fairly unique. We have had a few other bombings in the area that match this style. The feds have been looking at a drug dealer named Samuel Green but we haven't got enough to hold him" Peter said in a professional manor"

"Well, let's go talk to him, find out what he knows" I told him, ready to kick down doors

"The problem is, his lawyer got an injunction preventing us from interrogating him. Until we have enough to arrest him, he's off limits." Peter gently said

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did he really think I cared about an injunction? He seemed to sense my outrage because he continued.

"but It dose seem that he owns a water side storage facility. It use to be a ship yard. Want to go check it out."

"Ya lets go" I said.

We grabbed our cotes and headed out the front doors of the federal building. The anxiety I had been feeling moments earlier were dimmed by the fact we were finally making some head way.

When we got to the dock we could see several storage units and it was hard to determine which one we were looking for but after peter flashed his badge at the attendant we were pointed in the right direction.

The first thing I saw when we entered the storage room was blood. It wasn't enough for someone to have died but, my stomach still turned. I hoped it wasn't Kate's.

It was a few seconds later that I was surveying the rest of the building, there was a folding chair laying across the ground and as I stared. I could see writing on the ground next to it and immediately pulled out the small note book I always carried with me

" A becomes Z…" I mumbled to myself

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked, walking over to where I was kneeling.

"Hold on" I said quickly.

Suddenly I started laughing. I couldn't help it. Man I loved that woman. I knew she would leave me a bread trail.

"Mind filling me in on the joke?" Peter asked, glancing at the gibberish on the floor

"It's a shift cipher" I told him "Kate and I use to communicate in code all the time. You switch the first letter of the alphabet with the last one.

"A becomes Z

B becomes Y and so on."

"OK good to know. What dose it say?"

"Neal,

I'm still alive. Talk to Fowler, he warned me to get off the plane

Kate"

"OK we know where our next stop is." Peter said as we walked out of the storage unit and hopefully towards the truth." "Neal I have to apologize" peter said breaking the silence on the way to the OPR office.

"For what?"

"I didn't believe you. I thought it was just your grief talking and I should have trusted you."

"Peter, I knew I sounded crazy" I stated " I didn't expect you to believe me without proof but it meant a lot that you were willing to help me even when you thought I was off my rocker"

"I didn't say that" he said slyly

'You implied it" I teased feeling more like my old self than I had in a while.

"Well…" he droned teasing back

We continued talking and joking until we reached the office we had come for. I took a deep breath and opened the doors that may hold the answers I had been waiting for.

Like I said I'm loosing motivation for this story so there will only be 2 more chapters after this.

I know this one was really short but its just a filler. The next chapter goes into Fowler's past and what the music box is holding so It should be much longer. Then there will be a final chapter where everything is resolved