Peter was watching the end of the game when Elizabeth walked in with dinner in her hands.

"Hey, you," she smiled. "I come bearing food." Elizabeth put the bag of Chinese on the table at the end of the bed.

"Hey, yourself." Peter turned off the TV and got up to kiss Elizabeth. "Did you get the usual?"

"Yes, and some extra food for Neal. I asked a nurse outside and she said it'd be okay for him to have some." Elizabeth started taking the food out of the bag.

"Something smells good."

Peter and Elizabeth turned their heads to Neal, who was just waking up.

"Glad to see you're awake. Elizabeth just came with some dinner."

"Great. I'm starving." Neal sat up slowly.

"All right, here you go." Elizabeth filled a plate with an assortment of food and held it in her hand while she reached in the bag to get a napkin.

Peter, thinking the plate was for him, reached over to take it. But, Elizabeth pulled away.

"Hon, this is Neal's." Elizabeth pushed the wheeled table closer to Neal and placed the plate down.

"Thank you, Elizabeth." Neal glanced at Peter and smirked.

"Oh, grow up," Peter mumbled as he took his plate from Elizabeth. "So, Neal, can you see now?"

Neal looked up at Peter in confusion. "See what?"

He must not remember… Peter thought. "Oh, nothing. Forget I said anything." He went back to eating his dinner.

"Peter, come on, can I see what?"

Peter didn't know whether to tell Neal about earlier or not. If he did, he was afraid Neal would get mad at him about giving him the drugs. Neal said he didn't want them, but Peter did it anyway.

"I…" Peter looked to Elizabeth who was silently telling him to keep going. "We were playing cards earlier, you remember?"

"Yeah." Neal didn't see where this was going.

"Well, you moved your shoulder and I could tell you were hurting."

Neal didn't say anything, so Peter kept talking.

"So, I took matters into my own hands and pressed the button on that machine," Peter gestured towards the machine next to Neal's bed, "a couple of times and the drugs put you out. I went to the office for a bit and came back. I left you a note before I left but you said everything was blurry and couldn't see. You got pretty worked up about it."

Elizabeth kicked him lightly on the leg.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry."

Neal's expression was hard to read. But after a moment, he gave a half smile. "Apology accepted, Peter. I didn't say anything incriminating, did I?"

"Nope," Peter answered truthfully.

"Well, then I think we're okay." Neal smiled.

A few more minutes and they were all done eating. While cleaning up, Elizabeth remembered something.

"Oh, Peter, I forgot to tell you that Robert called me earlier. He said he tried calling you but you didn't pick up."

"I had my phone on silent. Why, what's up?" Peter asked.

"He said he finally got some time off from work. He'll be bringing Whitney and the girls Monday."

"That's great!" Peter said happily.

Elizabeth turned to Neal. "Robert is Peter's older brother."

"Yeah, I remember you guys talking about them coming before," Neal said. Actually, he remembered all too well. Elizabeth had told him he'd have to come by and meet everyone and then he made a half-promise; since he was still undercover. But now that the case is almost closed, there isn't anything preventing him from meeting Peter's family. Who would want to meet an ex-con? Maybe he could help June with one of her fundraisers…

"I think you'll like him," Peter commented.

"Is he FBI too?" Neal asked.

"Nope, art teacher." Peter smiled. "High school I think."

"Interesting." Neal smiled. "I think I like him already."

"I thought so."

They spent the rest of the night talking. Elizabeth was telling them about her newest client and Peter told them about Larry's interrogation earlier.

"So Tucker sent a team to check out the warehouse?" Neal asked.

"Yeah. I'll probably call him tomorrow and see how that went. Larry said Shelby wouldn't be there but I wouldn't trust him."

Elizabeth yawned.

Neal knew that the hospital wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep. He was glad that Peter and Elizabeth stayed the last night, but he felt bad for making them spend so much time in a cramped hospital room.

"Listen," Neal started, "I know you two want to help and all, but I think that tonight you guys should sleep in your own beds."

"Are you sure? It's really no trouble," Elizabeth said.

"No, really, it's okay. You two have done more than enough. I'll be fine here."

"Alright, well we better get going then," Peter said as he and Elizabeth got up and stood by the door. "I'll come by sometime tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me. Bye, Elizabeth. Thanks for dinner."

"No problem. Now get some rest."

Neal watched them leave. He knew it was the right thing to do. Peter was probably as sick of this place as he was. And Elizabeth had to go to work tomorrow. They didn't need to be here. Neal lay there for a few minutes before reaching for his cell. He wondered if Mozzie was still up...

It was another two days before Neal was discharged from the hospital and he couldn't be any happier. He just got done changing into a pair of khakis and a green polo when Peter came in.

"Hey. Looks like you're ready to go." Peter eyed the arm sling on the bed. "Neal, aren't you supposed to be wearing that?"

"Come on Peter, I've been wearing it for days. I'm taking a break."

"I'm serious, you should be wearing it. Look, they even gave you a black one; it'll match your silly hat."

Neal put some clothes into his bag. "It's not a silly hat, it's a fedora," he corrected.

Peter waved a hand. "I know what it's called." He decided to change the subject. "So, you start physical therapy today, right?"

"Yeah, can't you see how excited I am?" Neal asked sarcastically.

"Clearly," Peter said, equally sarcastic. "I'll drop you off once we get out of here."

Neal nodded as he grabbed his sketchpad and some pencils and put them into the bag. Peter couldn't help but notice it one of the sketches.

"Isn't that one of the nurses? Julie?" Peter walked closer to the sketchpad, which Neal was moving it farther away from him.

"Maybe." Neal held the sketchpad protectively. He didn't really like to let other people see his original works. He was a forger at heart. It might seem cowardly; hiding behind another's works. But to Neal, copying someone else's art came much easily to him than his own.

Neal tried to turn around and hold out the sketchpad away from Peter, but Peter was quicker. He snatched the sketchpad out of Neal's hand and opened it while backing up. Peter's jaw dropped. There was the one sketch of Julie that he caught a glimpse of. One of Elizabeth, smiling perfectly. One with a bald man with glasses sitting on a park bench, which had to be Mozzie. Turning to the last page, Peter couldn't believe it—there was a picture of him! He was sitting in his office, concentrating on a file. There was so much detail in the sketch; it was flawless. Peter looked up and saw Neal's face was turning bright red.

"Neal…these are…" He couldn't find the right words to do Neal's sketches justice.

Neal hung his head. "I know, they're not that good," he said self-consciously.

"No! That's not what I meant at all." Peter closed the sketchpad and held it in his hands. "Neal, these are fantastic! Why didn't you tell me you were that good?"

Neal was shocked. "What?"

"I'm not kidding, these are really good." Peter smiled. "I'm holding an original Neal Caffrey."

Neal laughed. "You're right. I should charge you a fee just for holding those."

"How about I get a discount today?"

"Fine, just for today."

"Hey, Neal." Julie walked in pushing a wheelchair.

"Julie. How are you this fine afternoon?" Neal turned on his charm.

"I'm doing good." Julie smiled and then noticed the sling still on the bed. "Neal, you were supposed to put that back on after you changed."

"Oh, that." Neal shrugged. "It must have slipped my mind."

"Sure it did." Peter quipped.

Neal reluctantly put on the sling and got the rest of his stuff put into his bag.

"Okay, looks like you're ready to go." Julie patted the seat of the wheelchair. "Hop on."

Neal eyed the chair like it was going to bite his arm off. Looking at Julie, he flashed a smile. "As much fun as it'd be to have someone wheel me around, I don't think that will be necessary."

"Sorry, Neal, that's not going to cut it. It's hospital protocol." Julie glanced at Peter. "Would you want your friend to push you instead?"

"What?" Peter spun his head around.

"You know, that's a wonderful idea, Julie." Neal smirked at Peter and sat down in the wheelchair, holding his all his stuff.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Peter shook his head as he started to push Neal out of the room. Thankfully, Julie stuck around to see them out.

"Oh, almost forgot. Let me go get your prescription." Julie walked in another direction while Peter continued to push Neal.

"This is actually quite nice," Neal said happily.

"Shut it."

Once they made it to the doors, Peter stopped the wheelchair and they waited for Julie. During this time, a young boy was being wheeled to the doors with his mom.

The mom sighed. "Darn it. I forgot my purse back in the room. Collin, stay right here and don't move." She speed walked down the hall.

Collin studied Peter and Neal. "Hi."

"Hi," Peter and Neal said in unison.

"My name is Collin. What's yours?"

"I'm Neal and that's Peter."

"I got my tonsils taken out," Colin smiled. "I got a ton of popsicles!"

"That's cool," Neal said. "What was your favorite flavor?"

"Grape," Collin thought for a second, "or cherry."

"Nice, those are my favorite too." Neal smiled.

Collin looked at Neal's arm and saw the sling. "What happened to your arm? Did you break it? My friend Luke broke his last month. I signed his cast."

"No," Peter said, "He didn't break it. He got shot in the shoulder."

Collin grimaced and Neal shot a look at Peter. "You couldn't have put it any more lighter, could you?"

Not even a minute later, Collin's mom came back to the doors.

"Mom! That guy in the wheelchair got shot!" Collin pointed at Neal.

"Oh, honey, don't point." She turned to Peter and Neal. "I'm sorry if Collin caused you any trouble. He's definitely a handful."

"I know the type," Peter said under his breath, which earned another glance from Neal.

"Okay, Collin. Dad brought the car around. Let's go."

"Bye, Neal!" Collin waved enthusiastically. "Feel better!"

"Bye, Collin." Neal gave a sincere wave of his good arm.

Peter rolled his eyes.

"You're just mad that Collin didn't say bye to you."

"No, actually I'm not." Peter looked down the hallway. "Good. Here comes Julie."

"Sorry for the wait." Julie handed Neal a small sheet of paper. "Here you go. You'll need to get this prescription filled. Instructions will be on the label."

"Thanks. It was nice meeting you Julie," Neal smiled.

"You too. Now get better," she ordered.

"I plan on it."

"And you," Julie turned to Peter, "make sure he wears that sling, will you?

"Of course," Peter nodded.

There was a beep and Julie took out her pager. "Ah, I gotta go. Bye, Neal."

"Bye, Julie," Neal said as he got out of the wheelchair. "She was great, I'll miss her. Can't say the same for the rest of this place."

Peter took the prescription from Neal's hand. "Oh, you're kidding me."

"What?"

"Unless 293-4019 is some type of new medication, I think you'll be seeing her again."

Neal snatched the paper from Peter's hand and smiled.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

After picking up Neal's prescription, they drove to Neal's physical therapy office.

"You want me to come with you?" Peter asked.

"Nah, I can handle this." Neal stepped out of the car. "Julie said the first session is an hour and a half and the rest are just an hour."

"Okay then. I'll be back in an hour and a half."

"Thanks." Neal closed the car door and headed into the building.

Peter had an hour and a half to kill. Since Elizabeth was off today, he could spend some time with her before picking Neal up again. So, Peter drove to the house and parked the car.

"El? I'm home," Peter called out as Satchmo came and greeted him.

"Hey, hon." Elizabeth descended from the stairs. She was wearing a dress and had heels in her hands.

"You going somewhere?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," Elizabeth put on her heels. "Yvonne called and said that the caterer hasn't shown yet. So I need to get down to the event and sort things out." She finished with her shoes and hugged Peter. "I'm sorry; I know you just wanted to relax tonight."

It was true. Peter was looking forward to a nice, quiet dinner with his wife. But, she had a job to do, which he understood. "It's alright. Really."

Elizabeth kissed him. "There's leftover meatloaf in the fridge that you can heat up."

"Good luck."

Elizabeth laughed. "Thanks. I'll need all the luck I can get." She quickly grabbed her bag and walked out to the cab waiting for her.

So much for a relaxing night… Peter thought. He still had a while before he had to go get Neal, so he grabbed Satchmo's leash and took him for a short walk.

Peter made it back to the physical therapy office right on time. Neal spotted the Taurus and walked to it. Opening the door, he plopped down in the seat and took a deep breath before closing it. Peter turned and studied his consultant. Neal look spent. Peter could see beads of sweat forming on Neal's head. He grew concerned.

"Uh, Peter, you want to start driving?" Neal said more angrily than intended.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Peter pulled out from the side of the curb and drove down the street until he stopped at a red light. He took another look at Neal, who had his eyes closed and was resting his head on the window. "Hey, you alright?"

"Never better," Neal mumbled.

Peter didn't expect to get a real answer out of Neal so he didn't bother asking again. A few minutes later, he hit another red light, which allowed him to check on Neal.

"So, how was it?" Peter asked and was answered with silence. "Neal?" He looked closer and saw that Neal fell asleep leaning against the door. The physical therapy must have taken a lot out of him. Peter thought what to do next. If he took Neal back to June's, he would spend the rest of the night alone and in pain. And if he took Neal home with him, at least he'd have someone to watch over him. Elizabeth wasn't going to be home until much later, so the relaxing night was already out of the question. Taking the next left, he headed straight for home.

"Hey, Neal, wake up." Peter shook Neal once he parked in front of the house.

"Go away," Neal mumbled.

"Come on, wake up. Time to get out of the car." Peter carefully maneuvered the seatbelt around Neal's injured shoulder.

"What?" Neal finally opened his eyes and looked outside the window. "Peter, why am I here?" He sighed and leaned his head against the headrest.

"Because El got called out to an event last minute and Julie told me to make sure you wear your sling. I can't do that if I'm not with you."

"Right." Neal decided it'd be best not to argue and just get out of the car slowly.

Once inside the house, Neal went straight for the couch. Satchmo walked over and lied right next to the couch. Peter took to his favorite armchair across from the couch.

"Was it a good appointment?" Peter asked again.

"Yeah, it was fine."

"Who's your physical therapist? I bet it's some young girl, right? Did she give you her number yet?" Peter teased.

"It's a man, Peter."

"Oh." Peter thought that Neal would flash a smile and automatically get the prettiest female therapist in the whole office. "You take your meds yet?" He decided to change the subject.

"No, I'll do it now. Let me get some water first" Neal started to get up slowly.

"Don't get up. I got it." Peter went to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water. Walking back to the couch, he handed the glass over to Neal.

"Thanks." Neal took two pills and swallowed the water greedily.

Peter picked up the bottle of pills and read the label. "Neal! You were only supposed to take one! Didn't you bother to read the instructions?"

"Opps." Neal leaned back to the couch and closed his eyes.

"Oh, and look, it says here to take the pills with food, which you haven't done." Peter stuck the bottle in his pocket. "Let me go reheat some of El's meatloaf. Stay here." He went back to the kitchen, thinking he sounded just like Collin's mom.

It took a few minutes for Peter to fix up dinner. He realized Neal probably wouldn't want to move from the couch, so he brought the dinner out to the living room. When he got into the room, Peter didn't like what he saw.

"Neal…what are you doing?" Peter put down the food on the coffee table and went over to Neal, who was standing by the front door with his hand on the doorknob. "Neal?" He cautiously put a hand on Neal's good shoulder.

"Peter?" Neal turned his head.

"What are you doing over here?" Peter asked, as he kept his hand on Neal's shoulder.

"Uh," Neal thought for a second, "I don't remember."

"Well, that's just great," Peter mumbled under his breath. "Come sit back down and eat something." He led Neal back to the couch and handed him a fork and a plate full of meatloaf. "Eat."

"I'm not really hungry…" Neal started.

"I don't care, eat it," Peter said again.

"Who died and made you king?" Neal said angrily as he took his dinner from Peter's hand.

Peter was losing his patience. He knew he should have just taken Neal back to June's. Grabbing his plate and started eating. Looking over at Neal, he was happy to see that he was eating the meatloaf, and enjoying it. It didn't surprise him; no one could resist El's cooking. A few minutes later, they were all finished and Peter had cleaned up dinner. After cleaning up, Peter came back to the living room and saw that Neal had his eyes closed and was leaning his head on the armrest. Peter was glad that he wouldn't have to deal with Neal's drugged antics for the rest of the night. Now he could catch the rest of the game…if he could find that damn remote…

"Looking for this?"

Peter was looking under the cushion of armchair but stopped and turned around. Oh, god, not again.

Neal was awake and was shaking the TV remote in his hand. "I found it." he smiled.

"Are you sure you didn't steal it?" Peter took the remote from Neal's hand.

Neal frowned. "Why do you think I steal everything, Peter?"

Peter sighed. "I'm sorry. I was joking."

"It's okay." Neal rested his head back against the couch.

Hoping Neal decided to take a nap or something, Peter turned on the game. It was a half an hour later before it ended and now the after game interviews were taking place. Peter looked over to the couch and was surprised to see that Neal was awake and watching the TV.

"Neal?" Peter called out. No answer. He muted the television. "Neal?"

Neal turned and looked at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know," Neal said sadly.

"Uh, can I get you anything?" Peter.

"Have you ever felt proud of yourself?" Neal asked, rather seriously.

Peter gets that feeling whenever they nail a new criminal. He felt proud when he caught Neal, that's for sure. Every morning when he wakes up beside Elizabeth, he feels proud. "Yeah. Where's this coming from?"

"Do you want to know a secret?" Neal whispered from the couch.

"I thought we said no more secrets?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"I know, just don't tell anyone okay? Especially Peter."

"Neal, I'm right—" Peter was cut off by Neal.

"I told Kate that everything was in San Diego. That's why she went there. But, I told Moz that everything was in Portland."

"Neal, please, I really think you should stop talking," Peter got up from his armchair and went to sit next to Neal on the couch. Of course he'd like to know where Neal's stash was. Just not like this. Neal would never spill the beans on where he kept it all willingly.

Sadly, Neal continued. "The catch is, all of it isn't in either place!" he said excitedly. "It's all in—"

"Neal, stop!" Peter practically begged. If Neal told him where everything was, what would he do? He would have to investigate. Neal could be thrown back in prison for all the stuff they would find.

"The middle of both places! Don't you get it? It's not in San Diego or Portland, it's in the middle, which is Sacramento!" Neal smiled. "I felt smart for coming up with the plan. Though, Moz figured out it wasn't in either place, but I never actually told him where it really was. Just promise not to tell Peter, he'd get mad." He yawned and let his head drop against the back of the couch again.

Peter sat there for a while. Neal Caffrey just told him were all his fake bonds and stolen art were located, but not knowingly. Should he call it in? Or forget it even happened?

Peter sighed and looked at his sleeping consultant. "What am I going to do?"

(A/N): Oh, man, I'm extremely sorry about not updating in a while. I have most of the ideas in my head but I just need some time to write them all down! So, that summer finale was terrific! January can't come any faster, can it? Oh, something interesting I found out: when I looked up tonsillectomy for Collin, it said that ice cream and other dairy products aren't good to have after getting your tonsils removed because they leave a milky film behind that makes it hard to swallow, so I went with popsicles! Never knew that before. Anyway, thanks for reading!