It was Friday night at the office. Many agents and clerks were clearing out for the day; all excited for the upcoming weekend. Neal was talking in the bullpen with Jones and Diana around him. He was sitting at his desk with his feet on the table, like usual, no doubt telling some exciting hypothetical story of a high-profile theft.

Then there was Peter. Peter, who was locked away in his office, working hard on two different files in front of him. He was just taking a short break and then he'd get back to finishing the last of the papers and be done for the day. Earlier, he had made plans to get a few drinks with Neal after work. That was when Peter would present one of the files to Neal.

Monday would mark the last week of Neal's four year sentence. Four years of ups and downs, highs and lows, friendships and fights—all coming to a close.

Or were they?

Neal hadn't really discussed his plans for when the tracking anklet comes off for good. He's thrown some ideas at Peter, of course, but nothing official just yet. One of his many ideas was to take Sara on a long, relaxing, tour of Europe. Italy, France, Spain, and everything in between. Peter made a small joke about alerting all the museums that Neal Caffrey was back, and they both laughed. But Peter didn't object, he encouraged the travel. As grand as New York is, he understands Neal's desire to travel to the other side of the globe

Neal told him that June promised his apartment at the original $700 when he came back. There was no doubt he wouldn't. All the mess about Kate, the music box, Adler, the U-boat treasure, all of it, had been sorted out ages ago. Neal was staying. He had made his choice.

Peter looked back into the bullpen. Neal must have told some joke because all three of them were laughing hysterically. He'd have to find out just what was so funny later. Neal looked up at him and they locked eyes. Neal waved his hand, telling him to put the work down and leave. But, Peter couldn't just yet, he wasn't done. He held up a hand, saying a few more minutes. Neal nodded and went back to joking around with Jones and Diana.

Looking down at the two files on his desk, Peter picked up the one on the far right and held it carefully. This file contained a new consulting job for a certain ex-con. He had been talking about it with Hughes for months. Hughes agreed and sent the request to the higher-ups, who later went on to say that Neal was something special and that they wanted him to continue his work with the bureau. The final papers just came in the other day. All that was left was Neal's signature and the deal would be complete. Neal would provide his expertise, sans anklet, and receive a real salary. Peter had been holding on to the file until tonight, which is why he made plans with Neal.

The current file that Peter was currently working on was a report. Since the start of Neal's consulting with the bureau, Peter was asked by the higher-ups to evaluate and discuss Neal's rehabilitation. Since the four years were now coming to a close, he had to wrap up the paper. The point of the report was to enlighten and encourage other agents to participate in the criminal consulting program and to give people like Neal a second chance. Because if there was one thing that Peter learned throughout the past four years, it's that people can change.

He put the unfinished report back on the table and turned to the computer. Peter placed his fingers on the keyboard, getting ready to type. This was it. One last paragraph and it would finally be done.

In conclusion…

There was so much that Peter could put down. That these have been the most difficult, confusing, thrilling, rewarding, four years of his life. No, he couldn't put all that down, it was too personal. Instead, Peter carefully chose different words to conclude his report. Words that would hopefully persuade other agents like himself to look into the program.

He looked back up one more time after printing out the last paper to the report. Diana was grabbing her purse from her desk and Jones was waving goodbye before walking out of the office. Neal walked Diana to the door and she laughed once last time before joining Jones in the elevator. The three of them wished each other good weekends and departed.

Peter turned his attention to the paper that just came out of the printer. He swiftly placed it in the finished file as he heard a knock on his office door.

"Hey, you ready?" Neal asked. He spotted the two files in Peter's hands. "What are those for?"

"Oh, these? They're nothing, I'll show you later." Peter got out of his chair with the two files in hand.

Neal nodded. "If you say so." He knew Peter was up to something.

"Come on, let's get out of here. Drinks are on me."

"I'll hold you to that."

"I'm sure you will."

After making their way down the stairs, Neal stopped at his desk to grab his signature fedora. He did a smooth hat trick before placing it on his head.

"You good?" Peter asked.

"Now I am." Neal smiled as he adjusted the fedora before walking to the elevator with Peter.

Peter wasn't worried about Neal. For some reason, he knew that Neal would eventually come back. There was just too much to leave behind. After all, he had a life here.

(A/N): Hey, there! I had a little case of writer's block for my other story and this just popped into my head and I had to write it. I got the idea for Peter's report from the White Collar USA website. There's this interactive thing where you can "explore the FBI office" and in Peter's office, there was a small little unfinished report about criminal consultants and Neal. If I get stuck on my story again or if I have extra time, I'll maybe add a chapter like this one, but for Neal. Anyway, thanks for reading!