(( Thank you everyone for reading this far and welcome to part two of the Rebirth story, here is where everything comes together and hopefully this story is done before or mostly done before the new season, I want to thank Pepe for betaing of course, and all my fans for reading all five stories, I also want to thank everyone for making this story a lot of fun. so here we go))

Warning: dark angst and self harm in the prologue

~Prologue~

As Neal sat in his prison cell he looked across the small cell at the tally marks that littered the wall counting down the days until his release. When the buzzer sounded for dinner the cell door opened and Neal propped his feet up on the end of the bed and lay down on the barely comfortable bed. Neal watched the other white collar inmates walk by his cell, turning away from the noise Neal sighed and closed his eyes. He had only been in jail two months but it felt like years had passed already. When the noise died down Neal sat up quickly and right away he wished he hadn't as the vertigo from his lack of eating caught up with him. Throwing his hands out, he caught himself on the hard floor. Not one of my smarter moves but then again… then again not thinking things through is what got me sent back here this time…Neal thought as he pushed himself into a seated position on the floor.

"Caffrey it's time to eat," one guard said as he came up to Neal's door, he knew Neal well he was one of the only guards on the wing that had been there when Neal had been incarcerated the first time around. "I'm not really hungry right now…is there any chance I can make a couple phone calls?" Neal asked softly as he looked up with his puppy dog eyes. The guard nodded "I'll give you twenty minutes and if anyone asks you're calling you're lawyer," he remarked as he watched Neal struggle to stand and walk out of the cell. Once they got to the phones Neal dropped his body into a chair and dialed number at the office first, after four rings the other line picked up. "Hey Peter… I just called to see how you were doing," Neal said in a hopeful tone.

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Stop calling me Neal, you almost cost me my job with this last stunt and for what…information about Kate's death… which you never got, go bother someone else I have a job to do," Peter said before he slammed his phone down on the cradle and went back to looking over the case file on his desk. Neal lowered the phone away from his ear, slowly hanging the phone back up he lifted it off the cradle again and dialed the Burke's home number.

After four rings Neal gave a weak smile when he heard Elizabeth on the other end. "Neal…is everything alright?" she asked right away she knew something was wrong, "Neal you didn't call Peter again did you?" when she didn't hear a response she knew it was true. "Oh sweetie… I know it hurts right now but Peter just needs some more time to calm down," Elizabeth said as she sat down at the dinner table. Neal looked at the floor and put his head against the wall. "It just hurts so much especially when he told me to stop calling… well I should be going," he said softly before hanging up.

Elizabeth sighed as she put the phone back down and went into the kitchen to start dinner, and continued to sigh as she started to work on the chicken. Neal has eight more months left to his sentence, hopefully by then Peter will have calmed down and they can be friends again…I hope, Elizabeth thought thinking about the younger man who she considered to be family.

As the months passed by Neal had systematically shut himself off from his family and friends enough that he was surprised to hear one day that he had a visitor. Neal walked down the hall to the visitor's room, when he got there he saw Peter waiting for him with a stack of papers. Neal quietly took his seat and looked at Peter. "Hey Peter…I didn't know you were coming to visit, so have you come to get me out?" Neal asked hopeful that he would be getting out of prison. Clearing his throat Peter picked up the first packet of papers and handed them over to his ex. "These are for you to read and sign, they are the new restrictions and rules you will have to follow if you want to be back working at the FBI. You will have a six p.m. to six a.m. curfew, a one mile radius, and you can miss your curfew only if it is work related. I have the right to search your phone records from time to time and also to monitor who you are in contact with and punish you as I see fit for breaking these rules," Peter said keeping his eyes down.

Neal picked up the papers and began to read down the list. "So if I sign this I can go home with you?"Neal asked with a small smile hoping that he could rekindle some sort of relationship with Peter. "No, not with me, I have better things to do than drive you around like a chauffeur…you will have to wait until you're release, and then someone from the FBI will be sent with a new tracking device and they will take you back to June's where you can iron out any living arrangements with her," Peter stated in an uninterested tone. "Peter, are you ever going to forgive me for lying?" Neal asked softly.

"Why should I…I offered to help you with your problem before I even knew the truth and you lied… over and over again; you knew it was wrong and yet you still did it. So tell me why I should even think of taking you back, you barely listen to me and you seem to always have a hidden agenda and…" Peter dropped his voice so as not to be overheard by the corrections officer. "To be honest I actually thought that relationship would make you listen but apparently all the sex in the world can't keep you from committing crimes," Peter remarked in a low voice. Neal felt sick, he slowly stood up and walked to the door and waited for the guard to open the door. "Neal wait…you forgot to sign this," Peter said holding up the paperwork. Walking back to the table Neal snatched the pen off the table and signed the paper before dropping the pen and walking out of the visitor's room he walked down the hall to the cell blocks.

Peter collected the paper work and left the visitor's room as he handed his visitor's pass in at the exit he took his gun back and left the prison to get home before it got late. Making his way through some traffic Peter arrived home just as Elizabeth was pulling dinner out of the oven. "Hey hon, how's Neal… is glad to be coming home in a few months?" she asked with a smile. "I guess we really didn't talk I just explained the paperwork and he signed it, nothing really else to talk about," Peter remarked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and made his way to the table.

Elizabeth sighed "I wish you would just apologize to Neal, he tried to protect you as best as he could… I know you still love him deep down and you're upset that you had to lock him away again," she remarked as she put the food on the table and sat down. "I'm not so sure El, it's possible, I don't really want to talk about it right now," Peter said before taking a swig of his beer. They ate dinner in silence, when they were finished Peter parked himself on the couch and started to flip through the sports channels, Elizabeth put the leftovers away and sat at the table in front of her lap top to plan a big party for a rich client.

Neal had been sitting on the floor of his cell since his return, after slowly getting to his feet he looked at his reflection in the mirror with his mind still stuck on the words Peter had said to him in the visitor's room. Grabbing his pillow of his cot he ripped the case off it before wrapping it around his hand, pulling his hand back Neal punched the mirror with his wrapped hand. The mirror shattered into jagged pieces most of them landing in the sink or on the floor. Pulling the pillow case off his hand Neal began to fish through the sink filled with broken glass until he found a very sharp shard. Once he had the shard in his hand he sat back down on the floor his legs bent up as he looked at the mirrored glass in his hands.

I was so stupid to even think it was real…I can't even be sure Kate's love was real but I know now that what I had with Peter was never real he made that clear today…how could I fall for such an obvious trick… again Neal thought as he put the mirror shard against his wrist and pushed down until he felt the glass pierce his skin. Pulling the shard across his wrist he barely winced as he felt his skin give under the glass, moving the shard to his other hand he gripped the mirror as tight as he could in his weakened hand. Resting the glass against his uncut wrist he put his head back against the cot as he slit his other wrist.

Closing his eyes Neal started to feel lightheaded from the blood loss, breathing slowly he swore he heard voices yelling. Forcing his eyes open Neal saw one of the guards talking to him as they moved his arms up over his head to slow the blood flow. Mumbling incoherently Neal tried to pull away from the guard. With no success Neal gave up and let his head fall back against the cot as he started to lose consciousness. Closing his eyes again Neal let the medical staff take him out of his cell and to the medical wing.

Peter turned the television off when the game finally ended a few minutes before midnight and as he started to walk past the table where Elizabeth was still hard at work at her computer someone began banging on the front door with enough force to nearly break the glass. Elizabeth got up from the table and walked over to the door and opened the door," Nick… what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked noticing at once the haggard look Nick had. Nick pushed his way into the house and made his way toward Peter tightening his hand into a fist as he came closer. He cocked it back and punched Peter as hard as he could. Peter caught himself on the bookcase before he hit the floor. "Stay the hell away from my brother you bastard…"Nick said as he stood over the FBI agent and began to breathe heavy.

Elizabeth ran over to her husband and helped him stand up, "Nick what's gotten into you?" she asked as she helped Peter to a chair. Nick watched Peter like a hawk. "You won't be coddling him much longer… I've been sitting in the prison hospital with my brother trying to find out why he cut his wrists, and after four hours I managed to find out that you're loving husband showed his true colors today… so go on Burke tell her or I will," Nick remarked as he stood across the room from Peter. When Peter wouldn't say anything Nick nodded his head and chuckled coldly.

"It seems that your husband finally decided to tell Neal the truth. According to my brother, Burke over there only slept with him to keep him occupied and keep him from committing crimes, and that was after my brother practically begged for forgiveness. You have a lot of nerve to say what you did and I'll leave it at that, but before I go let me just leave you with this warning… come near my brother again and I don't care who's watching I will shoot you and I'll make sure you bleed out slowly," Nick warned.

Turning on Peter like a mad woman Elizabeth looked at him with a mixture of anger and sadness. "How could you say something like that to Neal…and you lied to me, that makes you a hypocrite doesn't it… you're mad at Neal for lying and then you go and lie to him and me I want you out…just pack your things and just get out of here…" she yelled furious at her husband.