Peter finds out that Neal is at the Howser Clinic
"Honey, you expecting a fax?" El asked him.
"No." Peter looked up from his briefcase. "I didn't even know that thing was still plugged in."
"Jimmy Burger? Who's Jimmy Burger?"
Peter dropped the file he was holding back into the briefcase and hurried up to El.
"That's Neal," he said as he pulled the paper from her hands. Oh, no! An interrupted fax. And not due to sending error. But because someone yanked the paper out of the fax. Neal could be in trouble. Was likely in trouble. He dived for his laptop only to remember that he left it at the office. It was supposed to be a work-free weekend.
He thumbed the number on his phone and marched across the floor, unable to stand still.
"Electronic Monitoring Compliance Unit," a woman answered on the other end.
"This is Burke, FBI. I need the location of Detention Tracking Anklet 9305-Alpha. Neal Caffrey."
"Is Neal in trouble?" El asked.
"Yeah. He's in a lot of trouble." Probably in trouble where he was and even more in trouble when Peter found him. 'Jimmy Burger'. Yeah, Neal was in trouble alright.
"Agent Burke, we have him located at 626 William Street," the woman returned to him.
That address ran a bell. He pulled out the card from Melissa Calloway. It was the address for the Howser Clinic.
"Caffrey. I told him not to go to that clinic!" He threw the card down on the table. "I told him! But he's Neal. He doesn't think!"
Him being in that building without authorization was him breaking the law, but that had never troubled the kid. It troubled Peter though! He grabbed his suit jacket and put it on.
"They're gonna send him to prison for this," he told his wife. "What I have to do is call Judge Chivero, get a warrant."
It would go fast, hopefully fast enough to get Neal out in one piece, just to cuff him and send him back to prison.
"Why don't you just get somebody to, I don't know, show you the place?" El took the card from Calloway. "If she invites you in, that's okay, right?"
Peter let out a breath. It would go faster than a warrant, and… Peter could decide what to do with Neal later, once he got him out.
"Okay." He punched the number and waited.
Peter got cold feet and if it had not been for Neal he would have hung up and pretended it never happened.
It felt like his tongue was unable to move. El took the phone from his hand and placed it on the table surface.
El gestured for him to continued talking.
"This is Dr. Tannenbaum from the tennis club," he said to he smiling wife. "How are you?"
"Actually, I'm going into the office for Dr. Powell."
"Perfect. You said I could swing by anytime, and I'm gonna be in the neighborhood."
"Oh, I'm sorry. But today is not looking good."
"Tell her you need to see her. Tell her you can't stop thinking about her." She un-muted the phone.
"This is a test, isn't it?"
El gestured for the phone.
He un-muted the phone without a reply from El.
"Yeah. I need to see you. I can't stop thinking about you." El made a gesture for 'perfect'.
Peter had no clue what to answer to that. El sighed and pressed mute again.
"Okay, compliment her. Tell her that you've never met someone like her. You're intrigued."
"I've never met someone like you… before," Peter said and felt stiff like a tree trunk. "I'm intrigued."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss those magic hands of yours," Melissa answered with a tone that said more than the words. El frowned. Peter pressed mute.
"'Magic hands'?" she asked.
"Doctor?" was heard from the phone and Peter un-muted.
"I've gotta run. But if you're really interested in seeing the clinic, I can get you a pass. You could come by later, we could grab a drink."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Perfect!" he said and smiled at his wife who sat with her arms crossed watching him.
"That was definitely a test," he said. "I know you're angry with me, but I've got to go. Neal's in trouble."
She nodded and he kissed her before he rushed to the door.
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