Bordeaux 701

Bordeaux 701 pt. 3

*Two days later*

Peter was losing his patience. He had checked nearly every wine shop in Paris and no one had seen Neal. He pulled out the picture that he had been showing people as a reference and stared at it. C'mon Neal. Give me a hint. He sighed as he put the photo back in his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper instead. On it was a list of every shop in Paris. They were all crossed off except for one; Nicolas Saint Dominique. It was the closest shop to the Eiffel Tower and Peter's last hope. He hailed a taxi and managed to inform the driver of his destination. I hope this is it...

As he arrived, he took a deep breath. If Neal hadn't been here then Peter was out of ideas. He walked into the shop and approached the lady at the counter. In his very strained French he asked,

"Excusez moi mademoiselle, as-tu vu cet homme?" He held up the photo for her to see and a smile crossed her face.

"Oui. Il était ici." She replied. Peter wasn't exactly sure what she said but he heard yes. Yes! Neal had been here! He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and began to smile. He asked the kind lady if she spoke English and luckily for Peter, she did. He asked her how often he came back and if she by chance knew where he lived.

"Sorry sir, I don't know where he lives. But he comes in almost everyday around 3. If you stay you might be able to catch him." She answered in a soft voice. Peter cheerfully thanked her and turned to leave.

"Oh!" Peter exclaimed, turning back to face the woman. "Do you happen to sell any Bordeauxs?"

Neal strolled down the street with the Eiffel Tower in the background. It had been over a year since he had faked his own death and moved to Paris to restart his life. He was in a good mood and he walked at a leisurely pace. Everything was beautiful here. The architecture, the landscape, the women. He was headed to one of his favorite places in the city which happened to be where a certain beautiful lady worked. Of course Sara would always have a place in his heart but he had to move on eventually. No one from his past could know he was alive. It was just to dangerous.

Despite the obvious dangers, Neal had left clues for Peter to find. Neal wasn't sure how long it would take Peter to solve the puzzle or what he would do when he did;but Neal couldn't leave him with nothing. He had to give him some form of hope, even if it took a while for him to find it.

As Neal got closer to his destination he began to grow excited. He always enjoyed paying this particular woman a visit and today seemed to have an especially good feeling with it. Neal turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. No way...

Peter was growing restless as 3 o'clock came and went. He had been sitting at a small table outside of the wine shop waiting for over an hour. He was about ready to call it quits when he heard a familiar voice,

"Peter?" The voice sounded cautious but Peter knew who it was. He looked up to find a familiar face matching the familiar voice. Neal. A smile stretched across his face and before he could restrain himself he was standing up from the table and enveloped Neal in a bear hug.

"Neal." Neal immediately hugged Peter back and they stayed locked in their embrace for quite some time. When they finally released one another, their eyes were brimming with tears.

"I can't believe I actually found you" Peter said in a whisper. He held Neal at arms length and looked him up and down. "I see you're doing well. Still wearing that stupid hat huh?" Neal laughed,

"It's good to see you too."

Neal's heart was pounding as they stopped in front of a door and Peter pulled a key out of his pocket. He had missed Peter and Elle more than almost anything else. He couldn't believe that they had actually come to find him. He couldn't believe any of it to be frank. As Peter unlocked the door and they stepped inside, Neal's breath hitched. There was Elle. And in her arms was a baby.

"Neal, meet Neal" Elle said with a smile. Neal's jaw dropped when Elle said that. They named him after me? Neal slowly began to walk forward; toward Elle and the baby. He tentatively held up his arms.

"Can I hold him?" Elle nodded a yes and gently placed baby Neal in his arms. Neal let out a shaky breath as his vision blurred. Elle walked over to Peter and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

"I knew you'd find him."