A little something I was in the mood for to write. Neal/Sara future fic one-shot.

For those who read my other two stories; I haven't forgotten about them, it's just taking me a little more time to write the next chapters. They'll be up asap. Sorry for the delay!

Please review? Please? Thanx!

Soph

"Alright, Sam," Sara let out a sigh, as much as she loved her job, it unfortunately sometimes involved bursting bubbles she didn't want to burst, "I like you, kid, I really do. You're smart and headstrong and I respect that. However, this bike is still stolen and you're still the one who stole it. And I have to take it back." She approached him to take the keys and hoped he would hand them over easily. She wasn't lying when she said she liked him and she'd hate to involve the cops or even have to hurt him.

But with her step forward, he took a step backward.

"Sam," she started warningly, "Trust me, you don't want to do this."

His expression then changed. It went from shock and fear to smug and self centered. He dropped his head slightly and was now looking at Sara through his eyelashes. "What if I do?"

The rolling of her eyes was not something Sara could stop and she let out a grunt, letting him know whatever act he was playing, she's been there and done that. She had really hoped this could go the easy way, but if he wanted it tough, he could get it tough.

"Last warning, Sam," she paused a second and held his gaze, "Give me the keys, I'm, repossessing this Augusta F4CC motorcycle you stole."

"First of all, where did you learn to talk like that? It's hot," he winked at her before continuing in the same smugness as before, "Second, this is my bike. If anyone is stealing, it's you."

Sara tried approaching him again, and this time he didn't back away, though there was a clear hesitation hovering over his expression and body language. The tough guy act was all a façade and Sara had seen through it from the beginning. He was a good kid, probably just got caught in a rich kid's truth-or-dare game gone wrong. But all that being as it may, she was here for a job and so she took another step closer and put her hand out for Sam to put the keys in.

She saw how his facial expression softened and how the insecure kid came back.

"I didn't even get to play with it. You're fast," Sara took the compliment with a blasé shrug of her shoulders and a smile, "Tell me, you said I was smart… Was I any challenge at all?"

"Really, kid? That's what you're worried about? I'd be more concerned about what my parents would have to say about my being 17 and already having stolen something worth over 120K."

He let out a smirk at that, "Yeh, like they care."

And then it was back, the mask. The tough guy façade. Sara couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards him. He reminded her of herself in some ways.

"Look, just give me the keys, Sam, and I'll try my best to get the charges against you dropped, okay?"

It was only a fraction of a second, only a flicker on his face, that was the only warning Sara got to Sam's anger.

"You think I care about that?" He yelled and lashed out. He lifted both his arms to push Sara to the ground. Fortunately, Sara had seen this possibility coming and quickly pulled out her other hand out of her pocket, holding a Taser gun. She pressed it against his chest and before Sam even got to touch the air around her, he was lying on the floor, the electric shocks slowly ebbing out of his body.

Everything happened so quickly that Sara barely noticed the fast approaching footsteps behind her in the alley. She gave Sam a last, quick glance to make sure he wasn't getting up before turning around and facing her next attacker.

"Neal?"

"Sara," Neal panted as he slowed his run into a walk. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked down a moment before facing her again. He knew he was in trouble for following her and cursed inwardly. He told himself not to get caught, to only be carefully observant, but seeing this deeply disturbed kid lashing out had made Neal step out of his hiding place, "I, uh…"

"You were following me!" She accused, her voice covered with betrayal.

He knew there was no way out of this so instead of using words he let his eyes speak. He raised his shoulders while his eyes grew big with guilt and he silently pleaded for forgiveness.

Sara took a moment to scan his face and finally shrugged, "I guess I should have seen this coming." She turned around to bend down to a still recovering, and now surrendering, Sam. "Told you, you didn't wanna do this," she repeated her words while retrieving the keys from the pocket of his jeans.

All she got as a reply was growled murmur as Sam was still not able to speak properly. She smiled at him and locked her gaze with his, "Look, I'm not one to break promises, so I'll try to get the Bennet's not to file charges okay? You rest." She patted his shoulder before getting up again to face a stunned Neal.

"What?" her eyes grew with curiosity and her cheeks colored a soft pink. Even after all this time, his expression could still make her feel self conscious and insecure.

"You're not mad?" The surprise caused his voice to sound a little higher than usual.

"I didn't say that."

"So, you are mad?"

"I didn't say that, either." She smiled as she watched his confusion grow bigger.

Not knowing what to do or say, or frankly, how to react, his lips started moving to words his mind hadn't formed, "Look, I just… I overheard you talking about retrieving this bike and you didn't say anything about a pick-up service so I assumed you wanted to ride it back and I just had to make sure you didn't. You just… You can't." It was only when he was done rambling that he realized he had confessed everything.

Sara felt how the feelings of betrayal and anger ebbed away and made room for affection. She smiled at him and put her hand on his chest.

"Thank you for caring, Neal. And I know you worry, but you should know that I would never, ever do anything to jeopardize - " she was cut off before she had the chance to finish her sentence.

"I know, I know. You're right, I'm sorry, I should have trusted you and… It won't happen again."

She smirked, "Why don't I believe you? Why do I get the feeling these are going to be the longest nine months of my life?"

Neal put one hand on her still flat belly and used his other arm to pull her closer, "Do you hear that?" he gasped with mock horror, "Two years and mommy still doesn't trust daddy!"

Sara abruptly looked up and frowned.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just… I mean, of course I knew we were going to be parents, but… hearing the actual words 'mommy' and 'daddy' is just-" she was cut off again, only this time it wasn't Neal. It was the lump that had appeared in her throat out of thin air and the tears that were balancing on her eyelids.

Then, only seconds later, she pulled away from Neal and fiercely wiped any trail of tears away from her face. She cleared her throat and pointed her index finger at Neal, "Don't let the tears fool you, Caffrey, it's just hormones," she warned.

Surprise was back on his face and Neal raised his hands in mock surrender, "Okay, alright," he approached her, "I will not let the tears fool me," he smiled and pulled her in for a hug, "Mommy."

He felt how Sara pulled up her shoulders and her arms only to drop them in surrender two second later, "Here we go again!" her muffled voice sounded from his chest and surely a moment later, Neal felt how the warmth of her wet tears had spread throughout the fabric of his shirt.

"Why do I get the feeling these are going to be the longest nine months of my life?" he quoted her previous question.

"Ugh, shut up," her voice was soft and she gently punched his shoulder.

Their moment was interrupted by a certain young man who had now recovered enough to stand up. Neal dropped his left arm, but kept his right on her shoulders, keeping Sara attached to his side.

Sam stood up and backed off, walking in circles. One palm pressed tightly to his forehead, somehow wishing the pressure would ease his the constant drumming inside. His other hand was raised in the air as a sign of surrender. "Look, I had no idea you were pregnant, I'm sorry, I would never have tried to…. Anthing if I knew." Though his words were meant for Sara, his eyes never left Neal's menacing gaze.

"That's okay Sam, just remember this moment next time think about proving a point to your friends."

Sam just gave a quick nod before turning around and running away.

"Sooo…" Neal started.

"Sooo." Sara repeated.

"How about we call someone to pick this up and you and I go home?"

"What? Neal, it's 12 PM, I have an entire day ahead of me, plus I got to make sure the paperwork for this recovery is all in order ánd I have to make sure the Bennet's don't press charges against Sam."

"Yeah, but your pregnant," he tried in a tempting voice accompanied with equally tempting eyes.

Sara smiled, it was involuntary, almost a reflex at hearing she was pregnant. "Oh God," she groaned, "these are really going to be the longest nine months, ever!"

Neal laughed, he knew was being demanding and it was probably very annoying. He knew there was no way Sara was just going to sit home for nine months, no matter how badly he'd want it. But he also knew that the right touch, the right look and the right words could get him very far.

"C'mon, just for today, what do you say? We should be home, we should be celebrating this news."

Sara laughed at that, "Neal, we've been celebrating for three days straight, ever since we found out."

"Even more reason to keep going. What difference is one day going to make?"

Sara pointed at the bike, "Uhm… A 120.000 dollars?"

He shrugged it off, "Pocket change."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. She knew he'd win this discussion, but she couldn't go down without a fight. And to be perfectly honest, going home and 'celebrating' sounded really good.

"Alright," she gave in, "let's go home."

"Yes! You won't regret it."

"I'd better not." She looked up at him and desire was quickly taking over both their states of mind as their gazes locked. Needing just a taste of what's to come, Neal gently lifter her chin and pressed his lips eager, but gently, on hers.

I was thinking about maybe adding another chapter for their wedding? Please let me know what you guys think. Thnx!

Soph