A/N: Hey all. Kinda sad... no reviews yet... :D Just kidding, I don't care either way. Sorry it's been a little while, I have this really annoying idea in my head and I can't get rid off it. It's the most rediculous thing ever too, a crossover between WC and Spongebob Squarepants... I might have to write it just so it'll leave me alone. That's what ya get for watching a SB marathon, I guess... Anyway, on with the story! Some people may be a bit OOC. Hope you like it! I still don't own anything... -A

Chapter 4: The FBI

Neal was later taken to the hospital to get his hand treated. The doctor said he was lucky, it didn't seem to have any permanant damage and was only broken in two places. The doctor also commented that Neal seemed entirely underweight. They could have guessed as much, themselves, but said that they would make sure he got his weight back up to a safe area.

Next, clothes. Peter's were all too big (and Neal cringed at the thought of wearing that as Peter's style didn't appeal to Neal. Yup, Peter thought when Neal voiced that, this is definatly Neal Caffrey.), so they decided to go back to June's. Chris knew for a fact that she hadn't gotten rid of a thing in his apartment. When Neal asked how she knew this Chris shrugged.

"I get bored," she answered simply. He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. They had hoped that June would still be away, not really wanting to give her a heart attack, but they saw the Jag parked out front.

"Well," Peter said, "she has to find out sometime."

"And, as they say, there's no time like the present," Neal added. There was a collective sigh and they made their way to the door. Chris could have used her key, but thought better of it. She was already bringing her not-dead father, she didn't need to waltz in like she owned the place too. So, she knocked.

It was a moment before the door was opened by Rhonda. "Hello Chris, dear, Peter," she greeted before she saw Neal. "Neal!" exclaimed, but the three of them put a finger to their lips telling her to be quiet. She nodded eagerly and ushered them in. June was in the sitting room, flipping through a photo album. She hardly looked up when they entered, not noticeing Neal.

"Hello, Chris, Peter," she said, sadness evident in her voice. This made Neal's heart hurt. He'd caused everyone so much pain...

"June," Chris said gently as she sat down next to the elderly woman, "we brought someone who would like to talk to you."

"Who's that dear?" she asked distractedly, still not lifting her eyes from the page. Chris glanced at the photo and remembered that day. That was a picture of Neal, Peter, El, Chris, Sara, Mozzie, and herself taken by Rhonda the day after Chris moved in with her father. This gave her a twing of sadness.

"Look up," Chris told her softly. "He really wants to talk to you." When June tore her eyes from the photo, Chris saw the tears. Slowly, the elderly woman's eyes found Neal, but she didn't seem to know what she was seeing.

"June," Neal said, a small smile on his lips, "it's nice to see you again." That pushed her over the edge. She burst into tears and stood, flinging herself towards Neal.

"You're alive! I can't believe it. I've missed you every day..." She babbled on like this for a while, crying on Neal's shoulder, dignaty forgotten. Chris and Peter looked away, not sure what to do. They motioned to Neal that they were heading up and he nodded, still trying to sooth a crying June.

Needless to say, it was a while before he joined them. They collected a few, slightly dusty, suits and bid June good bye, promising they would be back to see her soon.

WC

Neal was nervous the next moring at the thought of returning to the Bureau. He was biting his lip and was jittering like crazy, more so than usual. He's never been able to sit still for more than a few minutes, but today that trait seemed to be on crack. After a while, Peter couldn't not say something.

"Neal, what's the problem? I've never seen you this worked up."

"I... I don't know what to expect..." he said rather sheepishly. Peter sighed.

"Neal, you weren't even nervous going into the Bureau fresh out of prison. Everyone there knows you and most of them like you."

"That was a year ago, you know, before it died."

"True, but everyone missed you. They'll all be suprised and happy you're alive."

"What if they think it was just a ruse so I could run?" he asked, sounding somewhat like a little kid scared about his first day of kindergarten, or in a new school. He could almost imagin Neal using that tone when he was little, asking his mother, What if they don't like me?

"No offence, Dad," Chris said from the kitchen, "but you look like hell. You're safe there."

"Chris," Neal, Peter, and El all warned at her use of 'valger language.' She rolled her eyes.

"But she's right," Peter said. "One look at you would convince anyone that you didn't do that on your own free will."

"Thanks, Peter," Neal said sarcasticly, but knew they were right.

"Besides," Elizabeth added, "all of them love Chris and know that you wouldn't do something like that to her." Neal smiled a little. A few minutes later, Peter stood.

"Come on, you two," he said, indicating Neal and Chris.

"Me?" Chris asked, confused. "Why me?"

"Moral support," Peter and Neal said together. Peter raised an eye brow at his friend, who merely shrugged.

"I may have been gone for a year, but I still know you."

"Right," Peter said. "Let's go, or we'll hit traffic." Shrugging, Chris grabbed a piece of toast, a bottle of pop, and her bag and followed them out.

WC

They slipped into the building unnoticed. Until they reached the elevator, that is. At first, Ruiz didn't noticed him or Chris. He greeted Peter, then he saw that he wasn't alone.

"Caffrey! But... but you're dead!"

"Really? Hm, you think I would have noticed that..." This comment earned him two people giving him the evil eye, and one chuckling. Guess who was who.

"Where were you...? You look like hell." Neal rolled his eyes..

"That's what I said!" Chris said with a smile. Ruiz acted like she was invisible.

"Why would I tell you? You hated me," Neal pointed out, making Ruiz blush slightly. Peter and Chris smirked at each other. There was a ding! and the elevator door slid open. Two identical Caffrey grins flashed at him. Peter and Neal stepped out. Ruiz seemed to be frozed. Quickly and without being seen, Chris pressed a random number and the button that closed the doors and sliped out.

"What the-" they heard Ruiz say before the doors were done closing and cut him off. Peter was glaring at her and Neal was stifling a smile.

"Oops. Guess I bumped a button... or two." Her face was straight and innocent, which told Peter she was lying through her teeth. Eventually, though, he gave a small chuckle and they walked through the glass doors. The reaction was almost instant.

As if it was a magnetic attraction, all the agent's heads snapped up at once. Not everyone processed what they were seeing though. Diana was first. She jumped up and rushed forward.

"Neal!" she exclaimed as she wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Diana," he said with what little breath he could draw.

"Yes?" she asked, not letting up.

"You're breaking me." She let go like he was red-hot (A/N: no pun inteneded.) and looked rather sheepishly at him. He smiled back. Jones was next. He poked Neal on the arm a few times. "Jones, what are you doing?"

"Just making sure you're real," he muttered.

"I think Diana already proved that one," Chris told him. Soon, every agent was gathered around, save for Hughes. Neal looked at his old desk and smiled.

There was a picture of him, along with photos of him with various other agents. Also, a few ties and some old doodles. What made him smile most was the old tracker. He picked it up and looked at it. While he was lost in nostalgia, Peter pulled Chris aside.

"Go get Hughes," he told her. "Be vague."

"I can be vauge," she told him, earning a smile.

"I know." She grinned back and ran up the stairs as Peter rejoined the group. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," Hughes called. She pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hello, Chris," he said, somewhat confused.

"Hello, Agent Hughes," she greeted with a soft smile.

"How many times have I told you, call me Reese." The man had a soft spot for her, which was odd considering she was a Caffrey.

"Four-hundred thirty-eight times... well thirty-nine, now." He chuckled and shook his head.

"What can I do for you?"

"There's something you should see down in the bullpen," she said, being vague, like Peter told her. He stood and made for the door.

"You're awfully chipper today," he noted.

"Well, it's another day. Anything can happen."

"I would have thought you'd be worse, considering what yesterday was..." He trailed off, realizing what he was saying. She just smiled her charming, radiant smile.

"Let's just say I had a very eye-opening experiance yesterday," she told him crypticly.

"And what's that?"

"You'll see," she promised before turning and walking back towards the stairs. He followed, confused. When they got to the group, they parted like the Red Sea, or something. Neal still had his back turned and wasn't paying attention. Sighing, Chris ran forward, grabbed both is arms and went around him, forcing him to turn around.

The look on Hughes' face was priceless. His eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped open. "Caffrey!" Neal gave him a small, nervous smile. It was a moment before Hughes spoke again. "You look like hell."

"Again! Exactly what I said!"

"What the hell happened to you?" Hughes asked, walking forward. Neal opened his mouth, reluctant to answer. Peter saw this and stepped in. His voice was low enough that only Hughes, Neal, and Chris heard it.

"I'll tell you that later, sir," he said. "He already told me, let him have some time to settle back in."

"Right," Hughes said, looking around. "How about we take this conversation up to the confrence room anyway? Everyone else, get back to work." Everyone followed to order, except Diana and Jones, who stood there staring blankly at Hughes. He sighed. "Fine, you two come too." They slapped a high-five and followed they group to the confrence room.