A/N: Hey. Hope you're liking is so far. Yes, I realize now (after posting it and reading it on a live preview) that I have Peter ask the same question twice. Completely unintentional. I wrote the first half at a different time than the second half. Anyway, on with the story. Hope you like it. –A

Chapter 2: Family Reunion

Peter all but barricaded himself in his office the next day. He was supposed to be working on their latest case, a string of museum robberies, but he found himself unable to focus whenever he tried. Instead, he was trying to find a Pamela Green. Honestly, it wasn't hard. Unsurprisingly, she had a record. The agent shook his head as he read the list to himself.

"B and E, assault with a deadly weapon, and armed robbery."

"Who are we talking about?" a familiar voice asked, one that he didn't realize had come in. Sure enough, Neal was standing there, hands in his pockets, giving his partner a questioning look.

"No one," he lied as he exited out of the window. Neal gave him a look that said 'sure it's not' but he didn't ask anymore questions. Peter glanced at his watch.

"Looks like it's about to knock off. I think we're dead enough today that we can get away with cutting out a bit early." The young man smiled in agreement. The two exited the office and headed towards the elevators, only stopping so Neal could grab his hat.

"Give you a ride?" Peter asked. A bit confused (it was the middle of summer, and that's usually when Peter let him walk home) Neal got in the car.

After a few minutes, Peter turned, but not in the right direction. "Um, Peter? June's is the other way…"

"I know," Peter told him. "But there's somewhere we have to go first."

"Where?" Neal was getting nervous now, and his face showed it, but Peter only smiled and chuckled a bit.

"You'll see." His tone said that the conversation was over, and Neal didn't question him further.

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Twenty minutes later, Peter pulled up to the side of the road. Neal looked at him questioningly as the agent cut the engine and started to get out. Neal followed suit and walked, still confused, up the porch behind his partner. Peter knocked on the door and they waited.

"Peter," Neal whispered. "Why are we here?"

"Trust me, you'll know as soon as you see who's behind…" the door started to creak open, "door number one." Neal looked up as it opened and his jaw dropped open a little. She had short, blonde hair and moss green eyes. She looked like someone who used to be beautiful, but had long since let herself go.

"What the hell are you doing here, Caffrey?" she asked in a gruff tone that can only come from years of smoking.

"Pam?"

"What are you doing here?" she repeated.

"I brought him," Peter said.

"And who are you? His boyfriend?" They both stared wide-eyed at her, and gave each other disgusted look.

"Ew, no," Neal said. "He's a… co-worker." She looked him over a few times, hopefully noticing his wedding ring, and finally spoke again.

"Were ya work?"

"I… that's not really any of your business," he told her after a quick look at the young man who stood uneasily behind him.

"Whatever." She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, pulled a cigarette out, and lit it. Neal rolled his eyes. "You didn't answer my question, though, Caffrey."

"I came to see Chris," he told her, catching on to why Peter brought him here.

"She ain't here, Caffrey. Get lost." Neal just glared at her.

"Where is she?" Pam shrugged.

"How should I know?" Peter looked at her like she was insane.

"Maybe because you're her mother?" She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Pam, where is she?" Neal repeated.

"She's at a friend's house. Geo, or something."

"Gia?" Neal asked. She nodded. Peter wondered vaguely how his friend knew that.

"Get lost, Caffrey," she said. Then there was a noise from inside. A girl's voice drifted out.

"Who's there mom? Is it Gia?"

"No, why?" Pam was clearly irritated that her lie was ruined.

"Because she's supposed to be in detention," she said.

"No, it's just a couple men looking for directions. Go to your room," she ordered over her shoulder. But, of course, as soon as she turned back to face the partners a head appeared over her shoulder. As the girl caught sight of Neal, her soft smile slid off her face.

"Daddy?" she whispered. He smiled gently and nodded. With that, Chris pushed past her mother and threw herself into Neal's arms. She cried happily against his chest as he hugged her back and held her close. He finally had his baby girl back and couldn't be happier.