A goodbye crime scene

AN:// I'm really having too much fun writing this. Reviews were amazing, thank you

Criminals never change.

They can't even try to turn a new leaf because it's always going to stay the same, no matter what.

There always going to be criminals.

Neal Caffery is one of these people. He is deceiving, untrustworthy and a waste of time, especially my time. I gave him his chance, twice now. What does he give me back in exchange?

A goodbye crime scene.

Of course by the time we got the warrant for the house it was far too late, all because June wouldn't let us in to see if he was even still in there. I'm sure that was all part of your great scheme, Neal.

I'm coming after you. I caught you twice, now.

Third time is the charm.

I was still a little shocked to hear that it had really gone off. That he had really broken our promise and went after Kate, alright given, I'm not that surprised. I just thought that perhaps, I had changed him, just a little.

That's just wishful thinking, I've realized.

After all this time, after all these chances, he makes this stupid mistake. Neal doesn't think, he thinks like that of a child.

That's how it all started in the first place.

I remember the feeling of standing there, watching him run away from me. I know I shouldn't have spanked him there in public, but the brat deserved it and everyone else agreed. It's just there was this guilt that dropped into my stomach, that still hasn't completely gone away. I wonder if it ever will in all honesty. I did promise him, but he had promised me too.

I didn't know it could be possibly the last time I ever saw him.

I didn't go home that night, I watched his tracker. He had gone straight out the doors walked the streets for a few hours, but once it had gotten dark his tracker stayed still for a very long time. At first I thought that he had somehow tripped the connection and he was on the run, which was until I checked the location. I knew Neal was a drinker, I did. I just couldn't believe he had been there for a good four hours before he even moved.

I was in my right mind to go out and yell at him for drinking himself insane, for being irresponsible,, for running away from his problems. It's just that by the time I put my coat on I realized that his tracker was moving and a lot faster than it should.

Someone had picked him up, and I knew it was Mozzie before I even set out the patrolling unit.

Apparently a very drunken, very wasted Neal was slunkenover Mozzie's shoulder as the officers waited for him to arrive. Mozzie had assured them that he was okay and was going to look after him for the night. After checking to see that Neal's tracker was still intact they had let him slide away into the house.

I should have been the one there last night, I should have been the one to take him home and watch over him, but it wasn't because I couldn't swallow my pride, it was too late anyways. Mozzie had a hold of him.

How Mozzie found Neal, I'm still not completely sure. I checked Neal's recent calls and he wasn't on there, then again Mozzie is also a criminal so however he did it I'm sure it wasn't legal.

The day just kept running through my mind, I had reacted on impulse. We had stayed the night before as well and we were beyond tired to say in the least. When Lauren came in I couldn't help but dump Neal to the side, he wasn't helping anyway. And when he wanted to go home, it just wasn't fair I hadn't gotten any sleep either. It was when he started to test me and start a scene that I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know why I didn't let him go back to my office; things could have worked out better.

Neal might still be around.

"Peter? I'm sorry but there isn't even a lead to go off of. Without a tracker… there's just, there's just nothing."

Lauren was by my side now. She had yelled at me later in the office for doing what I had done to Neal, but damnit! I just couldn't sit there and do nothing.

"No, you're right, here we have nothing to go off of." I stared at the crime scene once more.

Neal had left me a grey folder. In it contained random pictures of Neal and I, taken in black in white. I don't remember taking them, but they were there. I assume that Mozzie took them, although I have no idea why.

"We have other alternatives though Laruen. I know how to find him."

Neal had ironically also left me the bottle of wine that Kate had left him, and I got the message.

This wasn't goodbye; I was going to find him.

What got to me was the cell phone that he had left. He left out an open text message, to me of course. It was simple and plain but only I would understand it.

'You were so close to catching me, you broke your promise. Now I'm breaking mine.'

I picked up one of the pictures that had fallen out of the folder; it was Neal and I outside this very house. The view was amazing, even in the picture. We both wore a smile, not the fake smiles that Neal was good and doing but real smiles. I flipped it over and read his writing; I knew it was his because I had spent years studying it over and over before.

'Partners in crime'