See, told you guys! I had already written the other one, just never found time to post it. I didn't realize it until I was halfway through this one that I didn't post it. Enjoy!

Neal was starving. He hadn't eaten since lunch, and he had been busy using streets without cameras to get to Wednesday. Not that he was there. He had gotten lost on his way with all the back roads and detours he had to take to get try to avoid any unnecessary meetings with gangs. Now, he was on some random street with a ton of businesses, he was hungry, he was tired, and had to be around midnight. Mozzie was probably worried sick!

But right now all he could do was find a half decent doorway to crash in. And that's what he did. Right in front of a shop called Burke Premiere Events.

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"I'm home hun!" Peter called out as he walked through the door to their townhouse at nine that night.

"Welcome home." Elizabeth called out form the kitchen. Peter shrugged off his coat and set his briefcase down next to the portfolio of possible forgeries. He joined her in the kitchen and planted a loving peck on her check.

"Sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe my day." Peter said, heading to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

"Did you get that kid that kept you up late last night?" Elizabeth asked, stirring the chili she had made. She knew her husband wasn't going to be home until late, with this case and all.

"No, he got away. But there might be something you can help me with." Peter said, rushing over to the front door where he had set his brief case. He grabbed the portfolio and brought it to the table. Carefully, he removed each piece of artwork.

"What do you need me for?" Elizabeth asked curiously, coming over to stand next to her husband.

"This kid, his name his Neal Caffery-"

"I thought his name was Bennett." Elizabeth interrupted.

"Yeah, but the kid insists on being called Caffery." Peter explained. "Bennett is his father's name, and the kid really doesn't seem to like him. I read in his file that Neal had been removed from his house due to his father abusing him. Father escaped from jail two week after he was arrested, and Neal did the same with his foster home. Neither had been seen since, until we found Neal at that school. Now he is out on the streets, and I don't know where to look."

"Okay, well describe this kid for me." Elizabeth said, starting to look at some of the work. It was pretty impressive in her eyes.

"He's smart, cocky. Impulsive. He's a world class thief, according to the reports from other countries we received today." Peter said. "The kids has been completely off the radar since he was ten. I just don't know where to begin."

"What's this?" Elizabeth asked, pointing at the drawing of the cuffs and the beer glass.

"I don't know, some project that the art class did about their greatest fears." Peter said, shaking his head and taking a sip of his beer.

"Well, you can tell a lot from it." Elizabeth said, looking closer. Peter was now intrigued.

"Okay, what do you see?" Peter said, looking at that drawing.

"Well, since the project was greatest fear, and he drew a beer bottle, you can rule out that he is near any bars. That means he is probably by any business areas of New York. And the cuffs narrow down your search as well. He wouldn't be within a few blocks of any police stations." Elizabeth said.

Peter's mouth dropped as he took in his wife's theory. She was brilliant.

"Honey, I love you!" Peter exclaimed, leaning down and capturing Elizabeth's mouth with his own. He broke away after a moment. "I gotta call Jones."

"Okay, I have to make sure my chili didn't burn." Elizabeth said, hurrying back to the kitchen.

Peter retrieved his phone from his pockets and flipped it open. He speed dialed his friend's number.

"Hello?" Jones tired voice came from the other end.

"Jones, I have an idea for where to narrow down the search."

I know another short one. Please forgive me, but two chapters in one night! How's that? Ill try to update soon, with longer chapters too. I really want to next one to be long so forgive me if it takes a while.