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This is not part of the Starting out/Burke series.

I'm working on my English grammar skills so I've probably missed a million mistakes, sorry about that.

This was originally a story about what happens after Neal walks away, only to return a few years later to find that life as he once- knew it had changed completely. I've gotten off from my original story line adding more Joshua than I planned-so this story will be longer than I expected -while I make my way back to my original story line. Thanks for sticking around.-as always—NO SLASH...please review

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After four years, this Friday, Neal will finally be set free.

Thursday night Peter and Elizabeth were lying in bed snuggled up. Peter was shirtless; Elizabeth was curled up on his shoulder with the sheets pulled up on her to hide her naked body.

"So tomorrow?" What do you think he'll do?

"The FBI wants to keep as a consultant"

"He's stayed the whole time; I don't think you have anything to worry about... ("You Think?")...I do...are you going to tell him?"

"Tomorrow is his day; I'll wait until the party."

Reaching up to kiss him and playfully respond

"Well it might be better coming from you."

Turning to his head to look at her smiling at him "Why you say that?"

Continuing her playful tone and smile

"Because the oldest always gets jealous with a new arrival."

"Settling up on his elbow, smiling

"Oh is that a fact?"

He leaned in to kiss her, shifting himself so he was almost lying on top of her to and to continue their already steamy night. She responds pulling him close (Laughing) "Yes"

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As usual Peter was in the office before most. but to his surprise, Neal was at the office early for once.

"Neal...you're here early."

Smiling with his usual charm "Well today is a special day now isn't"

Trying to torment him a bit

"Well I guess, but don't forget, I still have you until 5 o'clock, and I can put you in jail at any time."

"Now Peter...we both know you wouldn't do that."

After a few moments of silence

"Any thoughts on what you'll do next?"

"I haven't really thought about, I really never expected to get here.'

Peter expression was filled with mix emotions. And Neal quickly noticed a look of hurt mixed with sadness.

"You know the FBI's offer to stay as a consultant is still on the table."

"I know Peter. I have a lot of things to think about."

"Are you going to stay?"

Smiling (as if he was in the middle of a con) "I've made no plans to leave."

"Good, you know Elizabeth and June have worked hard for this weekend, Elle has even talked the little guy into coming. He's been mumbling something about to many suites...I don't know what she finally said to get him to agree to come..."

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The day seemed to crawl for Neal, but by 5, he beamed like a 5 year old waiting to meet Santa Clause.

Peter allowed Neal the honors.

Putting his arm around Neal. "Come on buddy I'll drive you home."

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When Saturday night came, Peter and Elizabeth showed up at June's for her party. When they were met at the door by June, Peter could see the stress in her eyes.

"Peter - Elizabeth I'm so glade your here."

"June? Is everything alright."

"Oh I think so...I 'm just worried about Neal...He left a few minutes ago...he said he needed some air... I don't know I just have a funny feeling...I tried to tell him he always has a place here after he asked me to tell you he was sorry."

Peter instantly knew Neal was running. He darted past Elizabeth and June, up to Neal's apartment.

Opening the door in a rush.

"He's not here suit."

"Mozzie what the hell happened?"

Peter could hear the sadness in his voice.

"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me what was going on... he was just acting funny...June told me what he said...so I came up here...all his passports are gone..."

"What do you mean all his passports?"

"A few days ago...I came over and saw him putting a passport in his safe...when I asked him about it...he just said they were in case he needed a quick getaway."

"Dam it Mozzie, what was the names on the passports."

Looking up at Peter, he could tell that Mozzie was telling the truth.

"Honestly Peter I don't know."

Putting his hand his face he muttered to his self "Dam it Neal"

Raising his voice a bit. "Mozzie what the hell has Neal gotten himself into."

"I don't know suit."

"Honey?" They both turned to see Elizabeth and June standing at the door.

Peter turned to answer Elle; she could see his anger/hurt/tearful expression. "He ran"

Walking across the room to embrace her husband. 'Mozzie where's Neal."

With an expression of a scorned child. "I don't know, (ducking his head) he… didn't even say good bye."

The four of them tried to pull them self together enough to enjoy the night. Things were better if only for a few moments, when Elizabeth finally shared her news. She wasn't sure who was hurting more, Peter or Mozzie. After all of her congratulation hugs were done, she began looking for the pair. And to her surprise and even to the surprise of June. Peter and Mozzie were found setting together at June's bar.

"Boy's this is something I've never expected."

"Now wh...why would you say that...M...o.z...z...i...e and I have had drinks together before...isn't that right M..ozz?

"I would offer you a drink Mrs. Suite...but under the cir..c..um...st..ances I'll have it for you..."

"Wa...it you told him...?"

"I had to say something to get him here."

"Unc...le Mozzie...!"

"No No No (pointing his finger towards Mozzie) "You are not going to turn my kid into a con"

"Peter!"

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Peter was filling their glasses- yet again.

"Thank you Suit!"

"Peter...Whiskey... ("And Scotch" - Mozzie buts in)...you know what that does to you...AND YOUR MIXING!

Peter and Mozzie were somehow carrying on their own conversation. June nor Elizabeth really understood what they were even talking about at times.

"Who would have thought that the little guy would stay longer than Neal?"

"Well I certainly didn't suite..."

"Honey...Jones is going to help get you to the car... (Touching Jones on the shoulder...at almost a whisper..."He has the tendency to get mouthy on whiskey"...)

"Really? I've got him Mrs. Burke...Come on Boss"

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