bright light city

This is different.

I certainly didn't plan a trip to Vegas.

I'm not sure if there are any other private investigators in the area, but I have a feeling there probably are.

I'm Special Agent Peter Burke. My partner and I opened up a business focusing on white collar crimes, however I've gotten requests for other types of investigations. I thought I would check in to see what areas of expertise everyone has so we can suggest another agency if a client comes in with a case that isn't really our thing.

This is not okay.

Sorry, sweetie, I had to.

Me: Dapper, smooth, artistic. Also ridiculously good-looking and knows how to wear a suit. A fabulous dancer, a fearsome card shark, able to talk his way into Fort Knox.

Likes: the finer things in life, Frank Sinatra, Ocean's 11, men and women, allegedly stealing priceless antiquities, allegedly forging bonds, allegedly forging art, narrow escapes, banter, bickering, and card tricks.

( Feast your eyes, ladies and gents )

You: Smart, sassy, unafraid to talk back. Dark hair and light eyes don't hurt. Willing to stick around through thick and thin. Able to tell a Manet from a Monet. Good at ciphers and codes. Unafraid of potential legal consequences to your actions.

( Neal Caffrey )

That couldn't have been real

Shit. I've fucked up so badly.

What happened?

Soph, I know we're friends, but why did I wake up in your house?

I just had lunch at the Bellagio, this really isn't my Vegas.

( Sophie Devereaux )

( Neal Caffrey )

There is no dignity in waking up naked in a metal drawer. For one thing, it's awkward. For another, it's really cold.

I'm not sure I want to know the why on this one.

El? You okay? Fuck I remember there were zombies and then...

I died?

Talk about your bad days.

I swear to God, Neal, if this is one of your cons you won't even get a chance to see the sun for the next ten to fifteen years.