Okay it's been a bit, well like a week, but I'm typing this on a plane and I'm bored, and it gets tiring to just watch a movie that's predicable. Actually the movie is Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters. It's so bad! I loved the books but hate the movies. Any ways, here is the chapter!

Neal was leaning back in a chair in the interrogation room. Peter had left him in there and he was bored. They had confiscated his lock pic set, his cellphone that was dead, and they had taken his leather jacket. He was more upset about the jacket than anything else, because he was getting cold.

Finally, Agent Burke entered the room with a young women following behind him. He was carrying a blue file with an official FBI stamp on in which he set on the table as the women shut the door behind him. Neal recognized the women as the one who had gone under cover as his art teacher for a day.

"Hello Agent Burke." Neal said with a smirk.

"Hello Neal, this is Agent Diana, you might recognize her." Agent Burke replied as he opened the file and began to look through it. Neal just nodded at the female agent as she took a seat next to Peter. Silence fell in the room. "Okay kid I talked to my supervisor. He said if you confess, we could make a deal."

"Confess to what exactly?" Neal questioned. As far as he knew, the FBI only had him on the theft of one painting and bond forgery. He wasn't going to admit to all of the things he had done, he would rather not stay in jail for the rest of his life.

Peter just sighed, exasperated. He was tired, it was late, and he wanted to get back home. "We just need you to admit to all the charges I read you before, I know you remember them, and we can lessen the jail time."

"Agent Burke, I remember them, but I want to know exactly what I'm getting in return. If I admit to everything I've ever done, it probably, no, definitely, increases my jail time. I would rather just like to know what you can pin me on and then admit to that." Neal said confidently. He was now sitting up straight and looking the agents in the eyes. Neal was flashing his 1000-watt smile as his blue eyes observed the agent's reactions to his comment. He was enjoying this.

Peter just looked at the kid. Neal was acting more like the arrogant bastard they had seen at the school, and less like the charming teen that had been at his dinner table just an hour before.

"Here's the deal, Bennett." Diana spoke sharply. Neal's blue eyes snapped to her face, his eyes shone with anger. "You either tell us what you've done, or you can go away for even longer. I heard that prison is not a nice place for a 15-year old. Your choice."

Neal's eyes still held anger. "It's either prison or what? Chances are I'm going to be released once I'm 18, so it's almost pointless. Bond forgery alone gets an adult 4 years; add that on top of the paintings, I'm looking at about 10 years total if I'm an adult. But I'm not. I'm 15, and what's the point? So take this down agents, I forged the bonds, I stole that painting that had my alias on it, but that's all I'm admitting to."

Peter was glaring at Neal now. El had told him to go easy on the kid, but that was very hard when said kid was acting like he knew everything. Peter glanced at Diana to see how well she was holding in her anger. She seemed to be doing better than Peter, but he knew that she never showed the full force of her anger.

"I'll be back Neal. You might want to get an attitude adjustment by the time I return, or things might turn out worse for you." Peter said firmly, then got up and left, leaving Neal alone as Diana got up behind him.

Neal tilted his chair back, set his feet on the table and closed his eyes. It had been a long day, and all he needed was sleep. He felt a little bad about being so rude, especially after Peter had been so nice that night. But he couldn't show any sign of weakness to the feds. And he probably would have been a lot nicer if that female agent hadn't called him Bennett. Granted, Neal had slightly pushed her when he said that he wanted to know what he was getting out of deal, but the truth was that Neal had just phrased the question wrong. He hadn't meant to sound like an ass, but it just came out that way. He had been genuinely curious what he was getting out of it, and what the FBI knew about what he had done.

"Well too late now." Neal muttered to himself. He shut his eyes, deciding to get some sleep before the agents returned. He had a feeling that he was going to be here for a while.

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"That kid's a jerk." Was the first thing that came out of Diana's mouth once she and Peter returned to Peter's office.

"I know." Peter said. He placed his hands on his desk with his back to his window. Diana stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "He was so polite earlier, but now I just want to strangle Neal."

"Well what are we going to do?" Diana asked. "We really only have solid proof for the bond forgery and the latest theft. That's only because he confessed it."

"I know. The rest is circumstantial. We never had good enough camera coverage for a clear shot at his face, and he hasn't left a single finger print, or even a small slip up for all the other thefts we think he did." Peter was thinking hard. He stood up straight, and turned towards his window. Looking out at the nightlife of New York helped him think.

"Well, lets give him a night in the slammer. Maybe he will talk tomorrow." Peter said.

"Okay boss." Diana said, and he heard her leave.

Peter just continued to gaze out at the city before him, thinking about Neal Caffery.