Author's note: This story was first written in French. Since readers seem to enjoy it, I decided to give it a chance in English. Sadly, English is not my first language. I tried to find a beta, but no one seemed available. If you feel like correcting the spelling and grammar, feel free to contact me. The story is over in its original French version, even if it's not published yet. Therefore, I won't change the plot, even if my future beta has fantastic ideas.

Prolog

She could hear Theo babbling in French in his room while she was getting ready for work. The sound made her smile. Mozzie would be proud of the linguistic talents of his putative son. She had made the right choice. But did she really have a choice? After the fiasco of the Pink Panthers take down, she could not stand her life in New York anymore.

Each street corner, each second of her life reminded her of Neal's face. She didn't get a chance to see him after the bullet hit him. Only Peter could talk to him. If they had reacted faster, if they had truly trusted him, he might still be alive. Neal had not believed in the FBI, he had chosen to trust Keller instead, since the Bureau had let him down so often before. And Keller had shot him. In a way, Neal was now truly free.

So Diana had left. She had thought about her international youth, and had decided that growing up around the world would be good for Theo, too. She left her job at the FBI hoping she would leave her sense of guilt behind. It nearly worked. Europe and her work with Interpol did allow her to cut the ties with her past and to forget those dreadful events. Sometimes, she would get a phone call from Peter and Elisabeth, but these conversations only hurt. Their little Neal should have a godfather to watch over him, to teach him everything his father did not want him to know. Instead, he only had a first and a middle name, Neal Georges, a tribute to a friend gone too early.

The distance had lessened her sadness, until this new case. Someone was robbing museums throughout Europe. High profile, smart break-ins, and with no one ever getting hurt. In fact, no one had seen the mysterious thief. No fingerprints, no DNA, not a single picture from CCTV. Nothing. Of course, Diana could not help but think about Neal. After Copenhagen, Amsterdam and Zurich, the criminal had come to Paris. It was Agent Berringan's turn to start chasing him. The French police had a suspect in custody. It was time to start asking questions.