Notes: I thought I could finish this in two chapters... but I couldn't. I can finish the main story, that's for sure but I'm going to do another chapter with just some family bonding and stuff in it. If you feel there are any loose ends or any questions you want answered, put them in your review and I might answer them in the next chapter.

Chapter 2

Bryce wondered whether this was a good idea. He should go in with a plan. He should tell at least inform Danny that he had a lead on their father.

He did neither. Instead, he found himself standing at the Burke's front door and trying to gather up the courage to knock. He knew that they knew Neal but he figured it wouldn't be too hard to pass himself off as Neal's twin. It was the truth and he also knew Neal was busy with a case.

A dog growling and giving a single low bark caused him to jump into action. That was not a good sound! Bryce recalled the van he saw parked a few places away and bolted around the side of the Burke's townhouse.

If he was wrong, he would apologise. If he was right, then Mrs. Burke was probably in trouble.

"Ow! He bit me! Stupid mutt!"

That was not the voice of anyone included in the Burke's files. Bryce used his foot to bash the back door down.

Mrs. Burke was being held in the grip of a muscleman. A hand was clamped around her mouth while a gun was pressed to her head.

The dog, Satchmo, was lying on the ground.

"Caffrey?" the man sounded surprised that he was there. Good. Bryce could use that. He rushed forward and pulled the gun away from Mrs. Burke's head before twisting the man's wrist and making him drop it. He twisted the arm back around, ignoring the man's protests as he aimed a kick at his shins.

Mrs. Burke saw her chance and kicked the man, breaking free as Bryce kicked him to the ground.

"Neal!"

"Not Neal!" Bryce countered as he held the man's arm back and his head down. "Got any handcuffs?"

Mrs. Burke nodded and dashed away, returning with a pair of her husband's silver handcuffs which Bryce used to restrain the would-be kidnapper.

Neal waited for Kramer and Peter to finish talking. They had just managed to switch out the Degas. Mozzie and Casey's plan had been to sell one of the paintings as 'Keller Bait'. They had the misfortune of picking one on the list the FBI had.

All had gone well with the switch and Neal was waiting to be told he could go home. The painting was out there as more evidence of the treasure's existence and probably hadn't been out there long enough to attract Keller into their trap. A wasted effort. The General was not going to be impressed.

The phone at Jones' desk went off at the same time as Peter's mobile. Peter excused himself to answer it while Jones shot Neal an odd look.

"Sure, we'll be there."

"Hon? What? Okay, I'll be there soon."

"Agent Burke! Someone's called in an attack at your house!"

"I know. That was El. Let's go," Peter said, grabbing his coat and herding Neal, Diana and Jones out the door. He didn't even spare Kramer a second glance as he rushed off to see his wife.

They found El sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a hot chocolate in her hands. She smiled bravely at them although her hands trembled with shock.

"Where's-" Jones started only to be interrupted.

"In here."

Neal's mouth dropped open as Bryce walked in, gun in hand. Bryce flinched as he found a number of FBI weapons pointed at his person. He held up his hands and nudged his head towards the door.

"He's in there."

Diana walked through to check while El scolded Peter and informed him that 'Bryce' had saved her.

"What are you doing here?" Neal questioned. He hadn't heard that more backup was being sent.

"I was checking out your current arrangements," Bryce said. It was a lie.

Neal had been here long enough to know that Bryce wouldn't be doing a check now, if ever. His eyes narrowed.

"Try again," he said.

"When the FBI squad leaves," Bryce sighed. Another moment passed between the brothers before they quickly embraced.

"Thanks for saving El," Neal said.

"Hey, she got a few good shots in," Bryce said with a smile at Mrs. Burke. She nodded her gratitude.

"So, Neal, why didn't you tell us about your brother?" Diana asked straightforwardly.

Neal shrugged.

"We didn't actually meet until we were adults," he explained, "since our birth mother gave us away."

"I was adopted by the Larkins and Da-Neal," Bryce quickly corrected himself when his brother glared at him. "Was adopted by another family. I knew I was adopted, Neal didn't."

"You didn't?" Diana turned to Neal.

"Nope. There were circumstances keeping me from finding out," Neal responded.

"So… Bryce. What brings you to New York?" Peter asked as Jones led the would-be kidnapper outside.

"I'm looking for my birth father," Bryce answered. "I finally got a lead a few days ago."

Neal turned to Bryce. He knew his brother wouldn't have said that if it wasn't true, it was something neither of them brought into their covers.

"You found him?" Neal asked. Bryce nodded. "Really?" Another nod.

"Congratulations," El said whole-heartedly.

"And you just happened to be in this area when El was attacked?" Peter questioned in his suspicious voice.

"He lives in this area," Bryce responded automatically. Then he wondered if that was too much information as Neal thoughtfully turned to Peter before frowning.

Bryce didn't think Neal would be opposed to the idea of Peter being their father, he had seemed hopeful for a moment before discarding the idea for whatever reason.

Jones and Diana took the would-be-kidnapper into custody, leaving Bryce, Peter, El and Neal. Bryce excused himself for a few moments.

"So, your brother," Peter said cautiously, "what's he do?"

"I think he was an accountant," Neal mused, trying to recall if Bryce gained another cover job after 'dying'. "I'm not sure what he's doing now."

"An accountant?" El questioned with a little bit of hope in her voice.

"Why does that matter?" Neal asked her. He thought Peter would be the one to be happy about that.

"While Peter would be perfectly capable of looking over the ledgers for Burke events, its close enough to being a conflict of interest that neither of us are comfortable enough doing it. I would like an accountant close to my husband's level."

"Not doing it for free," Bryce said as he walked back in with a file in his hands. When everyone stared at him, he added, "I assume you're talking about me."

"Just about what you're doing for a living," Neal said while Peter looked slightly embarrassed about the fact and El asked Bryce if he would consider working at Burke events if he was between jobs.

"I do already have a job," Bryce informed her, "I work for the CIA."

Neal's mouth dropped open but he had the biggest reaction to that news. Although, his reaction was not to the news itself but that Bryce stated it.

El seemed disappointed that he already had a job. Peter made an interested noise but didn't react much beyond that. Neal wondered if they didn't believe him.

"Thought that was supposed to be a secret?" he questioned.

"Not from family," Bryce responded, "even though most agents think that keeping it a secret from family is the smart thing to do and the CIA does encourage that view." Neal shared a look with Peter and El. Bryce smirked and handed Peter the file he had carried. "Peter Burke, did you happen to know that your childhood sweetheart had a child?"

Peter nodded and explained his side of the story, "but why is that important?"

"Because she had twins." Bryce motioned to himself and Neal.

Peter was their father? Neal's heart soared. Peter was just the kind of person he always hoped his father would be. In addition, El was a wonderful step-mother as she already cared for him more than he thought she should.

Then the reality of the situation came crashing down. Peter was Neal's father. Bryce would be fine because he was an agent but Neal? Peter believed Neal was a criminal. He had interrogated Neal about the missing treasure and didn't believe him when he said he hadn't taken it.

Even though it was a white lie as Mozzie had 'acquired' the treasure.

But Neal didn't always colour in-between the lines of the law. He wouldn't be able to do his job if he did.

This information had the potential to endanger his entire mission. Diana, Jones, Keller and even Kramer could use this information against them; even though he didn't believe Diana or Jones would.

He cursed and shocked eyes turned to him.

"Neal?" Bryce questioned. His eyes were curious and worried. No doubt he thought Neal would find this information to be a good thing.

Good thing, bad timing.

Peter looked worried and sad. He flipped through the file but his eyes would glance back at Neal every few moments. His gaze felt like it burned.

El's gaze was just as bad and she didn't have the file to distract her. She looked hurt and awed. Neal felt like this had been a slight betrayal of the friendship they had. Even though he hadn't known. Just his presence was a sign that Peter had something with another woman in the past which could have been special.

"Well, this must be shocking news to you guys," he said, plastering a wide grin to his face. "I'll leave you to get to know Bryce."

"What? But Neal-"

"No, no!" he interrupted. "Mozzie will get upset if I stay any later. He said something about sharing the laments of living in a capitalist society or something, I don't know. I do know he'll get upset if I leave him waiting any longer."

How was he supposed to deal with this?

Neal spent the night painting in the apartment and listening to Mozzie and Casey 'debate'. For two people with similar goals, they certainly had every different views of the world.

He didn't tell them why he was upset. When Casey prodded too hard, Neal brought up how the other agent had shot his brother. More than once. That stopped the questions and inquiry quickly.

Neal knew he wouldn't be able to avoid it at the office for long. He tried. He carried files meant for others as a quick escape when Peter tried to speak to him. However, there was only a number of times, 'I need to get this to Diana/Jones,' could work before Peter would catch on.

Neal didn't find out what Peter's response to his plan would be as around ten in the morning El's would-be-kidnapper, Leonard Grant, cracked and made a deal with the FBI. He offered up the name of the person who hired him and the details of the plan.

The name shouldn't have been a surprise; Matthew Keller.

Peter was angry. So much so that Diana and Jones suggested that he sit this one out while they head down to the location Grant gave them to arrest Keller.

Peter agreed. This left him with Neal after all and they still needed to talk.

"Neal, about yesterday-"

"I'm sure you and Bryce had a lot to talk about, after all, you're both agents."

"We have a lot to talk about too," Peter countered.

"I'm sure we do. But it doesn't matter, Peter, because I don't intend for this to affect our work."

Peter looked hurt and Neal ignored it; telling himself that it was just his imagination. Peter had Bryce, the agent son, to talk to now. He was certain they would get along.

Neal tried to ignore the flutter in his stomach as Keller was brought in. Alarm bells were going off in his head.

"I shouldn't really confess to everything so I'll keep it theoretical," Keller said to Peter. He had a smug little smile on his face and his tone was dripping with mockery. "Let's say I did attempt to kidnap your wife. What would I be after? Perhaps the score of a lifetime; a treasure."

"And who would pay this 'treasure'?" Jones questioned sceptically.

"You and you," Keller said, pointing at Jones and Peter. "And Neal of course."

"Neal?" Peter couldn't help repeating.

"Didn't you know? Caffrey has the treasure."

Jones and Peter shared a look. Behind the glass, Neal flinched. He assured himself that Keller couldn't prove it.

"My phone," Keller said with a smile, "has a video on it. A video of Neal sneaking in and switching out the scrap of painting you found with one he created." Neal's heart stopped. Keller had been following him? He should have realised. "Now, why would he do that? Unless, it was part of his painting and he used to fake the treasure's destruction."

"Dammit, Mozzie," Neal muttered under his breath. Of all the paintings Moz could have used, he had to use one which Peter would recognise. One which failed to burn. One Neal had to replace so that the age tests El had requested would come back with a date feasible for a piece of art on the Nazi submarine.

Neal shot Mozzie and Casey a distress text, right as Jones came out and ordered him to put his hands out. Silver coloured cuffs were snapped around them and Neal was silently led to the conference room.

"The Marshals are going to transport Keller back to prison," Peter announced, joining Jones and Neal in the conference room. Neal felt physically sick after Jones questioned and scolded him over the treasure.

'Peter took a chance on you and you threw it back in his face!'

'What would you have done if Keller had gotten El yesterday?'

'Do you have the treasure, Caffrey? Better to confess now as a cooperating suspect, we do have enough to arrest you without it.'

"Jones, outside."

Neal smiled at Peter as the agent sat down across from him.

"You didn't answer any of his questions, did you?" Neal nodded and mimed zipping his lips. "Cute. I called Bryce and he's on his way. Neal, do you want to come clean?"

"I didn't steal the treasure," Neal responded.

Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I thought just having my CIA uncle and cousin was bad enough. Now I find out I have a CIA son and an NSA son."

Neal blinked, the smile fading. Had Peter just said NSA?

"I know, Neal. The information was included in the file Bryce gave me." Neal cursed Bryce with an angry frown on his face. Peter ignored it. "Now the question is, do you have a plan? Are we going to be telling people or are you planning on returning to prison? Because I don't want to have to drive to the prison to visit my son."

"Stop using our biological relationship as some kind of bargaining chip," Neal responded. He was serious now that his cover was blown. "If the NSA ordered me to, I would return. Besides, I left the prison for missions and it's a very good place to disappear to between missions. No one ever thinks to look there."

Peter heaved a put-upon sigh.

"Good thing I called Bryce then, he'll craft a cover to keep you out of prison while you explain what exactly the NSA wants here."