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Lee sighed deeply as she glanced at the clock in the visitation room, she had only been sitting there for six minutes and it already felt like she had been there for an hour. The buzzer sounded for the door opening and Lee looked up.

Her sigh seemed to repeat itself as she watched her father walk into the room. He was as handsome as ever and looked incredibly pleased to see Lee. His smile only broadened as he sat down across the table from his daughter. Lee didn't fake a smile but she did fake her tone.

"Hi! How are you? What's going on?"

Neal's smile faded from his face as he studied the young woman sitting across from him.

"It's not drugs, I can tell that much."

Lee was puzzled, Neal usually made more sense.

"Has jail finally gotten to you? What are you talking about?"

"Did Peter slip you a twenty or something? You're being very cheery, but it feels forced."

He smiled as he watched Lee's shoulders visibly relax and the painfully large smile left her face.

"I was trying a new thing."

"Crack?"

"Giving you a chance."

Neal put his hand over hers, "I'm touched. Thank you, am I doing alright?"

Lee slowly pulled her hand away.

"I can't do this for another five years. I'm going to be straight with you, I just can't do it. I hate this place, it, it just, look what this stupid prison does to me."

Rolling up the sleeve to her shirt, Neal could see a patch of angry welts forming on her arm.

"Jail gives you hives? That's even possible?"

"I just hate this place, it always feels like the walls are getting smaller by the minute, excuse me for having an adverse reaction to prison, I mean I know you must think its super rad by now."

Leaning forward in his chair, Neal rested his chin on the palm of his hand and studied his daughter. She wasn't lying, she looked genuinely uncomfortable.

"Well, if I get my way with Peter this afternoon, we could be having a conversation in Manhattan by next week."

At that statement, Lee glanced up from where she had been carefully studying her nails.

"Seriously? How?"

"By becoming an FBI consultant on white collar crimes. Forgeries, bond theft, all that stuff, I figure, the best should be catching the best."

Neal finished his sentence with a confident smile, hoping it would lighten Lee's mood a bit.

"So then what? You expect me to move out of my house and come live with you? Be one big happy family? Seriously, god, that is so…"

Neal cut her off before Lee could really get going on her rant.

"Bear, listen to me."

Lee stopped short, no one, including Neal had used her childhood nickname in almost a decade. As she quieted, Neal continued.

"No, I don't. I don't expect you to move. You're happy where you're at, I can tell. If I find a good place, maybe you could come visit, stay the night? We'll see how it goes alright? Play it by ear?"

Lee nodded, "Okay."