Neal's Holiday

This is my first White Collar fic. Hope you like it. There may be spanking in this story later on so if you do not like this please do not read it.

Part 1

Peter picked up the phone and spoke to his father. "Yes sir. If it's alright with you and Mum."

"Of course it's alright with us. We'll see you tomorrow."

Peter drove to June's, Neal was waiting outside. He was very quiet on the journey into work. Are you alright?" Peter asked.

"Fine," Neal said.

Peter parked the car. "Okay, out with it. What's wrong?"

"I told you, nothing."

"Is this about me going on vacation?"

"No!"

"Could have fooled me."

"I just like to know who I'm going to have to work with."

"I'll let you know by the end of today. Now in you go and finish off those mortgage frauds." Neal groaned.

Peter hung his coat up in his office and went through to Rhys Hughes' office. "Can I talk to you?" he said.

"It's actually about Neal."

"What's he done now?"

"Nothing. At least not yet. You know that El and I are going on vacation, well I wondered if I could take Neal with us?"

"On vacation? You do remember that he is on release from jail?"

"I know but he has worked very hard this past year. He needs a vacation as well and if he comes with me I can keep an eye on him."

"That's true. And he won't need to be looked after by another agent. Okay Peter I'll get permission for him to travel with you. Does he know?"

"Not yet. I'll speak to him now."

Peter left. He stood at the top of the stairs and called, "Neal!"

"My master calls," Neal said to Jones as he made his way up the stairs.

Peter sat behind his desk. Neal smiled at him, "Have you found out who I am working with?"

"In a way yes. Hughes has agreed that you can come with El and I."

"What?"

"I'm inviting you to come with us."

"Inviting? I thought it was an order."

"Not an order Neal."

"So I can go where I want?"

"You know that's not possible."

"I work as hard as anyone else here. Sometimes harder."

"I know. But you're a CI not an FBI agent."

"What about your parents?"

"They want you to come too. I spoke to them this morning."

"Are you sure? Do they know about me?"

"Yes they know about you?"

"You don't have to," Neal said.

"El and I want you to come."

"You're not just doing this so that Hughes won't find out I'm the brains of this partnership."

"Very funny."

"But true," Neal said.

"Do not bring any of your suits or hats."

"What? I..."

"Neal, you only need to bring one suit for church,"

"Church!" Even to Neal's ears it sounded like a squeal. "I don't go to church."

"Sorry buddy, church is attended every Sunday by the Burke family."

"I'm not a member of the Burke family," Neal answered finding a loophole in the statement Peter had just made.

"I'll let you take it up with my Dad then," Peter said with a smile.

"Why are you smiling?" Neal asked suspiciously.

"No reason."

Peter drove Neal home at the end of the day. "I think it would be better if you packed now and spent the night at our house."

"I'll be ready on time Peter, I promise."

"Seven o'clock sharp. Don't make me come get you. And I meant what I said about clothes. Jeans, t shirts and jerseys. And don't forget a warm jacket."

"Yes Dad," Neal said mischievously.

"See you in the morning," Peter said driving off.

Neal went up the stairs to his room. Mozzie was sitting on the sofa a glass of wine in his hand. "Good year Neal."

"Thanks Moz." Neal pulled his bag out of the cupboard.

"Are you ready to go?"

"No Moz. I'm going to Peter's parents for a week."

"You are?"

"Yes, didn't really get a choice. Seems CIs don't get a vacation unless they're with their handler."

""When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow. I've got to pack. Peter even had the audacity to say that I could only take one suit. How ridiculous is that?"

"Have you got any other clothes?" Moz asked a smile on his lips.

"Of course I have."

"Neal even you jeans are designer."

"A man has to look good."

Neal pulled some clothes from the top of his closet. He packed 4 pairs of the dark trousers he normally only used when he was breaking in somewhere and a pair of blue jeans. He carefully put his suit in a bag on its own. "Peter has no sense of class at all," he said.

"Better take pyjamas with you," Moz said. "I doubt if they have en suite there. Don't want Peter's mother seeing you in the n.."

"Good idea, Moz."

Soon Neal had packed everything he wanted. "How long are you going for?"

"A week. How bad can it be?"

Moz could see how nervous Neal really was. Neal had no experience of extended family. In fact he barely had any experience of close family. "Take your paints with you," Moz suggested.

"Good idea."

Moz prepared some food and they ate in companionable silence. "Why do you think he wants me to go?" he asked.

"You need to ask him that. Probably just wants to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get into any trouble."

"Yes that's probably it."

"I shall see you in one week," Moz said getting up to go. "Remember your phone. You don't want to be cut off from civilisation."

"Very funny."

Neal didn't really sleep well that night. He kept wondering what Peter's parents would be like. He'd seen photos of course and they looked a very nice couple. He knew Peter's father had been a teacher at the local school and his mother had worked in the library.

He was startled by loud knocking on his door. He grabbed his clock. Seven o'clock. He'd slept in. Peter came through the door just as Neal was getting up.

"Didn't I tell you to stay with us?" Peter said. "Have a shower and get dressed quickly. El will make some breakfast for you."

Neal was out and dressed in five minutes. "Sorry," he said.

"It's alright Sweetie," El said. "Don't gulp your breakfast."

El made his bed as Peter carried his bags down to the car.

Neal washed the dishes and pulled his coat on. Neal said good bye to June and got in the car. El looked at him, he hadn't had time to do his hair and it was still curly. It made him look much younger. It made her wonder if he was as old as Peter thought.

"Let's go," Peter said.

They had barely travelled for half an hour when Neal asked, "How long will it take to get there?"

"We should be there by 1, in time for lunch, if we don't stop."

"What about if I get thirsty?"

"Then you'll just have to wait."

Neal lay back in the seat. "You can't drive for 5 hours without a break."

"I've done it many times. Just sit back and relax."

"I've got nothing to do, "Neal complained.

El could see Peter gritting his teeth. "Neal why don't you tell me about some of the places you've been."

Neal started to tell El some amusing stories about places he'd been and some of the things he had done. "This is off the record isn't it Peter," he said with a grin on his face.

"Anything that keeps you occupied and I can concentrate on my driving."

Neal laughed. "Getting to you, am I Peter? We have a whole week for me to find out some interesting stories to tell the others."

"You will not be telling them anything. Just remember who controls your radius."

"Touchy. Must be some good things to hear." El saw Peter clench his teeth. When would he learn not to let Neal bait him? It wasn't good for his blood pressure.

"Calm down Peter, he's just winding you up. Stop it Neal."

"Yes Mum," he answered cheekily. El smiled.

"Just remember Neal," Peter said with a smile," If you keep calling us Mum and Dad, parents get to punish their disobedient children."

"Very funny Peter." Then he launched into another story that had El laughing. Peter also smiled, no one would say travelling with Neal was boring.

About an hour later Peter wished that Neal had more stories to tell.

Neal had obviously decided it was time to annoy Peter. He'd thought about Peter's comment about punishing disobedient children, who did he think he was? He wanted to see how far he could push Peter. He bumped his knee against Peter's seat. He smiled as Peter changed position.

After 2 more bumps Peter was ready to throw Neal out of the car. El could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. "Honey maybe we could stop at the next cafe. I could do with a cup of coffee."

"So could I El," Neal said.

"Alright El. I think I could do with something as well," Peter said. "Satch could do with a walk as well. That's your job Neal."

"He's your dog," Neal protested. Peter just gave him a look. "Fine. Come on Satch." He walked Satch along the path and then took him back to the car.

Neal went into the cafe. He sat beside El and Peter.

Neal frowned. He'd been enjoying winding Peter up. They sat at a table and looked at the menu. The waitress came over. "Can I have coffee?" El said. "And I'll have 2 eggs and toast."

"I'll have the same," Peter said.

"And your son?" she asked. Neal laughed out loud.

"I'll have pancakes and syrup and some coffee," Neal said.

"Don't you remember what the doctor said son," Peter said. "No coffee for you. A glass of milk."

"Milk!" Neal squealed.

"Act like a child I'll treat you like one."

"Fine Dad."

Soon they were on the road again. Peter couldn't believe how quiet it was. "Is he alright?" he asked El.

She looked back. Neal was lying sleeping on the back seat, "He's asleep. Peter he looks so young."

"He acts young as well, that's just Neal Caffrey."

"No Peter. I think he is young. At least younger than he says."

"Well he is one of the best forgers, he could easily have made a new birth certificate for himself."

Peter would never admit it but he missed Neal talking from the back seat. Soon Peter turned off the highway and set off along a smaller road. They drove through the town and stopped in front of a large house.

Part 2(coming soon)