Chapter 3
Neal was watching the Les Miserables DVD Elizabeth had given him last weekend and enjoying a glass of wine. In fact he was celebrating his victory of being responsible for Lester's capture and getting out of what he knew would have been a terrible thrashing for his deceit and actions in bring Lester down. The door burst in as Mozzie let himself in and said angrily.
"When are you going to stop letting the Suit send you into dangerous situations. Didn't he realize what would happen when Lester laid eyes on you again?"
"Peter didn't send me; he found out about Lester before I would have been sent undercover and assigned Agent Phillips to go instead," Neal admitted to his friend.
"Did I hear it wrong on the streets? My information was that Peter got to the meet just before Lester was going to shoot you," Mozzie asked.
"Nope…your information was correct but if we had done it Peter's way Lester wouldn't have been taken down by me…figuratively speaking. So I went in so he would know while rotting in jail that it was because of me that he was caught," bragged Neal.
"YOU WHAT! What did the Suit and Head Suit have to say about this?" asked the little man.
"They didn't like it but they couldn't lay a hand on me…I used my get out of a strapping free and they had to let me go," Neal continued to brag.
"Peter's not going to come over and take you to task for this?"
"Nope…like I say Agent Peter Burke cannot touch me."
"But Mrs. Burke can," Mozzie said quietly as El and Peter entered.
Neal looked up to see the angry faces of his surrogate parents and said,
"You can't paddle me Peter…I used my free get out of a strapping card this afternoon."
"Oh, don't worry buddy; I'm not planning on giving you the thrashing you deserve," Peter assured the younger man.
Neal sighed in relief until Elizabeth spoke up. "But I am going to give you the thrashing of your life for that stunt Peter told me about!"
"El…it wasn't as dangerous as Peter led you to believe. I knew they were coming and would save the day; I only had to delay them until Peter arrived," lied Neal as he backed away from the angry woman.
El looked at Peter and then Mozzie for confirmation of Neal's statement and from each got a shake of the head. "As if you weren't in enough trouble you have to add lying to it. I was going to let you keep your pants on but after that lie you can drop them before bending over that table," ordered El as she approached.
"Peter…our agreement."
"Does not include what El does…you should have known that as soon as she heard what she would do buddy boy…tan your hide but good," replied Peter with a grin.
"Mozzie…you've got to help me," cried Neal as he turned to his friend for help.
"Sorry Neal you deserve this but I will help…El hold you down while she tans your backside," replied Mozzie as he suddenly sprung to Neal's side and pushed him towards the table where Peter was waiting and between the two of them Neal found himself faced down with his pants at his ankles and unable to move as El began to pepper his backside with sharp and quick strokes. She soon had him dancing in place as his backside began to heat up and after she had given him two dozen he began to yell as they continued so much so that June hearing his cries came up to investigate.
"Okay…what did he do this time?" June asked as she viewed his predicament.
El paused just long enough to give June the short version before June said, "You look tired…let me finish this for you?"
"NOOOOO….I w-won't put myself in d-danger again-n…I promise, June!" cried Neal as he watched El hand the make-do paddle over to June. He remembered the last time June paddled him…he couldn't sit comfortable for days.
"I know dear…after this you won't be doing anything naughty again…or at least until your backside cools off," sympathized June as she suddenly pulled his boxers down and picked up where El let off.
Neal howled as the paddle continued to slam into his already red and sore backside. El method had been to hit him all over his backside but June's was to stay in one area for several licks before moving on which she did most proficiently and concentrated her strokes to his sits spots and upper thighs and she didn't stop until they were scarlet and he was sobbing as the just as the song "*Do you hear the people sing" from Les Miserables became to play.
"How fitting, you saw what the angry men in the play did and now you have experienced what angry women can do when they hear how foolish a love one can be when he has to be punish him for his offenses," El said as she lightly patted
his well punished backside. "You will be more careful in the future, won't you dear?"
"Y-Yes ma'am," replied Neal as he quickly pulled his boxers back up and stepped out of his pants and fled to the bathroom grabbing his sleep pants on the way. He didn't return until after he had washed his face and gotten his emotions back under control.
He was grateful to see that June and Mozzie had left but was dismayed to find that Peter and El were still waiting. "You didn't have to stay; I'm okay now," Neal said quietly.
"Neal, El and I just want you to know what we felt you had to be punished," began Peter only to be interrupted by El who flew to Neal's side to engulf him in a loving embrace.
"We love you dear and couldn't let what you did to go unpunished. You can tell me why you did what you did today," asked El lovingly.
Neal was silent for a few minutes before he spoke. "Lester and I have a history as Peter will tell you; but what you don't know is that when we were in competition to acquire the masterpieces Lester killed a young boy who got in his way. The boy
was a young friend of mine. Christopher was a child of the streets who I would help whenever I could and just because he couldn't move out of Lester's way one day he was pushed into traffic and d-died," Neal explained as a tear started to roll down his face. "I swore that one day I would be the one that would take him down but I don't like guns so I decided that I would be the reason behind his capture…and that is why I did what I did. I didn't care at the time if I died in the attempt only that he would be arrested and punished for his crimes."
"Neal, Christopher wouldn't have wanted you to die; not if he truly cared for you," El said as she pulled his head down as he began to cry out all of that bent up anger and grief from so long ago.
"I-I know, I k-know…but all I wanted was payback. C-Christopher would have only wanted j-justice done…it was me that wanted the r-revenge," sobbed Neal.
El exchanged a look with Peter and Peter began to gather some of Neal's clothing. He was going home with them tonight.
"Come on, son; let's go home," El said as she handed him some warm clothing and Peter helped him dress. Neal was too spent to protest; he just knew how well it felt to have El's arms around him and the love radiating from that embrace….he didn't want it to end.
Once they arrived home to the Burke's townhouse Neal looked at the two special people and said, "You know being with you and Peter is that 'world I long to see' if you will only let me."
"Neal as we have already told you…you are always welcomed; and that we see in you the son we do not have…now get into bed because 'there is a new life about to start for you when tomorrow comes," replied El as she kissed him goodnight and Peter ruffled his hair.
The End
*Do You Hear The People Sing lyrics (from Les Miserables)
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you give all you can give?
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
