Sorry I didn't update Sunday! Or Monday. OR TUESDAY! Life got in the way... But Don't Worry! I had Death kick him out for awhile, so I got to write this chapter. X3 Plus my jerk of a brother stole the modem to the internet so I couldn't update today.

A/N The italics in '' are Neal's thoughts. Also I don't know anything about the process of filing insurance scams, so I'm making it all up. I'm sorry if I'm wrong.

I do not own anything, If i did, Neal's dad would still be alive(well, if he's alive in this upcoming season, it's still not mine.)

Neal's Brother... SAY WHAT?

Ch.4:

From Neal's Side

'I can't believe he would bring that up of all things!' Neal thought as he stormed down the stairs. "Especially in front Peter and the team!"

Neal, with his head down and looking at his feet, strode to his desk. Kneeling, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk as far as it would open. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he pulled out the mini tie shop he had set up and set it on his chair. He reached in and pulled a string, which, in turn, lifted the false floor of the cabinet. Quickly, he reached in and grabbed a picture and put everything back in its place. He sat in his chair and spun while he looked at the picture.

"Why did he come here?" Neal whispered to himself, as he pulled out his wallet, gently slipped the picture inside.

As he placed his wallet back into his pocket, he glanced up at the conference room. Seeing that Peter was looking down at him, he quickly looked back at his desk and pretended to be working: grabbing a pen and a file. He opened the file and decided to actually do some work. 'Wouldn't Peter be proud? I'm actually working.' Swiftly skimming it's contents, 'Another insurance scam.' He sighed and re-skimmed the file. It was an easy case: He already figured who was the culprit. 'It's the wife. Why is it always the wife?' He mused. He filled out the forms necessary to complete the file, taking him all of ten minutes.

Once finished, he looked up at the conference once again, only to see Bryce was now the one looking down at him. Looking back at the finished file, he debated whether or not to venture up into the conference room to ask Peter if he wanted the file put on his desk or filed away. After a few minutes of thinking, the answer he got was, 'I need some coffee before I go even remotely close to that room.'

Deciding he needed a pick-me up before he dared to enter that room, he walked over to the drink counter. He poured himself a cup of the worst tasting sludge that he'd ever tasted. 'How can Jones and Diana drink this bile everyday? Now I know why Peter always gets his coffee from the Starbucks from across the street.'

Strenuously drinking the black muck, that the FBI considered coffee, he walked back to his desk and sat down. Checking the file over once more, he looked up to see that the conference room was quiet and Peter or Bryce were no longer looking down at him from the window. Downing the last of the grime, he set the cup on his desk and, not bothering to grab his hat, he bounced up the stairs and entered through the glass doors.

"Hey Peter, I finished that insurance scam file you gave me. Do you want me to file it away, or leave it on your dest for you to check over?" Neal said as he entered, not even looking at anyone.

When he didn't get an answer, he felt a pit in his stomach. One that he hadn't felt since he lost kate: A feeling of worry about the future, about himself, and about Peter. A feeling of terror about what to do now and what to do next. He glanced at Peter and saw a look that he had never seen before. Pity? Sadness? No. It was both, and more. He saw regret in Peter's eyes.

"Peter?" Neal said a bit anxiously.

Peter jerked a bit, as if coming out of a trance. He looked Neal directly in the eyes. And in a hesitant, whisper he asked, "Did you really die?"

Neal could tell that as soon as Peter said it, he regretted it. It took a second for Neal to really comprehend what Peter had just asked him. Once he did however, he felt as if his world was crashing in around him. He could feel the file, the reason he he had come up in the first place, slip out of his hands and hit the floor.

He felt scared. Terrified really. He needed to get out of there. He looked from his brother to Peter more than once. Then looking down at his feet, he quickly said "I'm taking the rest of the day off," before racing from the room and down the stairs. He ran by his desk, grabbing only his coat and fedora before heading to the elevators.

As he pushed through the glass doors he vaguely registered his name being called. He guessed it was probably Peter who yelled his name, but, at the moment, he really didn't care. He just needed to get out of there, he could feel the tears at the corners of his eyes. Wiping furiously at his eyes with the back of his hand, he entered the elevator, which luckily was empty and pressed the lobby button. Now in the elevator and tears freely flowing down his face, beyond his control, he waited until the doors to close completely before collapsing against the wall and slid to the floor crying.

Hey Readers! I hoped you liked that. XD I'm going back to school at the end of next week so I'll try to get chapter 5 up as soon as possible! & maybe even chapter 6? But no promises. Again, sorry it took so long to update. But I really hope that you liked it. & sorry it wasn't as long as my other chapters too. But I'm already like halfway done with Chapter 5... So I'll go finish it now.

Whoever can't wait for the 17th, Please REVIEW! It'll make the time go by faster & before we know it, the 17th will be here! X3