Bordeaux 701

Bordeaux 701 pt. 2

*One month later*

"Hon are you ready to go? We're gonna miss our flight!" Peter yells up to his wife. Elle confirms that she is and walks down the stairs with baby Neal. Together they walk out the door, locking it before they leave. Paris for two weeks. It's going to be amazing; and possibly life changing. Neal is alive. Peter can't stop thinking to himself. Neal is alive and we're going to find him.

Peter had some extra vacation days at the bureau and Elle wasn't working because of the baby. They didn't tell anyone the real reason for their impromptu trip across the world. Just that they wanted some time away and they had gotten a good deal. It was too risky to expose Neal. The Panthers would be after him if they found out he was still alive. But Peter had to find him. He had to confirm that he was alive despite all the evidence suggesting just that. He needed closure. He needed to see that confident smirk one last time; even just for a minute.

When Peter told Elle that Neal was alive and he wanted to find him, she immediately demanded to come along. Peter didn't bother arguing; knowing full well that it would be no use. Neal had meant a lot to both of them. Hell, they named their son after him. Similarly, Elle didn't try to talk Peter out of going after him. As much as she missed Neal, she knew that Peter's grief was tenfold. They had been partners. Peter had spent years chasing Neal and eventually working with him. They were best friends. Brothers even.

As they pulled up to the airport, Peter began to get nervous. What is Neal isn't actually alive? What if I'm just so desperate that I've convinced myself of evidence that isn't even there? What if... Elle must've sensed that Peter was overthinking because she took his hand in hers. They looked at each other and Peter let out a calming breath. It'll be fine. Peter thought. He's alive. He has to be...

A seven hour flight and some meandering through airports later, the Burkes arrived in Paris. Peter had no idea how they were going to find Neal in a city this big. Especially since they didn't speak the language. Elle had been studying a little book on French during the flight and had made some progress. But Peter was hopeless. The only thing he knew how to say was 'Je ne comprends pas' and even then he could only pronounce it properly half the time.

Once they arrived at their hotel and Elle had put baby Neal down for a nap, she and Peter began to work on a game plan.

"Honestly Hon, I might just check every hat shop in the city" Peter sighed. Elle chuckled in response but quickly regained a serious demeanor.

"Or you could check the wine shops" Elle said, another smile growing on her face. "But you might find Mozzie instead." They both laughed a little but Peter suddenly got quiet.

"Hon you might be onto something..." He said, becoming excited. "The entire reason I found out that Neal is alive is because he sent us that wine. What if I went to every store that sells that particular bottle and asked around? What was it called again... Right! It was a Bordeaux." Elle smiled.

"Go get him Hon."