I wanted to try my hand at this. This is a one shot. Hope you enjoy. Please no flames.


"Look at me, Neal, come on." Peter said.

Neal slowly looked over to his father and after a minute or two, Neal sighed and uncocked the gun then handed it to Peter. Peter told Diana to cuff him and then take him to the office.


When Peter told him to go home, Neal knew exactly what he meant, so he wasn't surprised when Diana took him to Perer's and not June's. When he walked into the house he didn't expect Elizabeth to call from the kitchen asking if he was Peter.

"No it's me, Neal." Neal called back to his mother.

El came in and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "What are you doing home without Peter?" She asked.

"Peter sent me home." Neal said as he sat down across from El at the kitchen table.

He never called Peter, Dad, he thouht it would sound weird so he didn't call him it, so El didn't find it surprising or strange that Neal called Peter by his name and not Dad. He also didn't call her, Mom, so when he called her El, it was completely normal. "What happened?" She asked, givjng him a glass of water.

Neal sighed and squirmed a bit in his seat before he told her the whole story. When he finished, El sighed. "Neal you need to trust that Peter will get to the bottom of all this, you need to trust him, he's your father, he'll find out who Kate's killer is." She said.

Neal nodded, "I know that now, I'm sorry El."

El sighed and stood, walking to the couch, and motioning for Neal to follow. Neal took a deep breath, knowing what was to happen, and followed her.


When Peter got home he saw Neal laying on his stomach on the couch. When Neal heard the door open, he looked up to see his father standing with a confused look on his face. "We need to talk." Peter told him.

El came in and greeted Peter then took Satch out for a walk so that her husband and son could speak. Neal was now standing when Peter turned to him but before he could tell him to sit down, Neal spoke. "I kind of can't sit Peter. El did quite a number with a ruler on my ass." Neal explained.

Peter nodded, "So no need for punishment just a talking to." Peter said then continued before Neal could speak. "What the hell were you thinking, Neal?! Going after Fowler! How did you even get the key to your anklet?!" Peter practically yelled, but he didn't wait for an answer before speaking again. "What if I wasn't there?! What if you hadn't done the right thing? What if you hadn't given him the warning shot and just immediately shot him?! You know what would've happened! You'd be behind bars right now for killing him! And how do you think El and I would've felt?! Our son, in prison, again!" Peter said.

Neal nodded, "I know. I'm sorry Dad. I didn't even think about how you and Mom would feel." Neal said.

"You damn well-" Pever cut himself off when he realized what Neal had called him. He sighed and pulled Neal into a hug. "I know you didn't think Neal, and just remember, you can always call El and I Mom and Dad. That's who we are to you Son. Nothing about it needs to be uncomfortable."


A few weeks later Peter walked up to Neal's desk and gave him a mortgage fraud case file to work on. By the time Neal realized what it was, Peter was already halfway up the steps to his office.

They had told the White Collar Division about them being father and son, so Neal said the one thing he wouldn't have said loud enough for the agents to hear a few weeks back. He went after Peter, "No Dad, you can't make me do this." He said and followed him into Peter's office.

Peter smiled as he turned to his son. "Son I can't have you misbehaving when we don't have any cases. So go back to your desk and work." Peter said.

Neal huffed but went back to his desk reluctantly.


Hope you liked this! :). Please no flames!