Right, first things first. I'm sorry I let it really lag between chapters. I got sucked into two other fandoms, and I'm trying to keep (and catch) up with those while writing. It's not going to well, especially since I have an image of Neal Caffrey standing at the TARDIS console (oh how I wish I could draw as well as Neal) and a few others (for completely unrelated stories).

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New York was hot and humid. Shorts and the t-shirt Bryce was wearing didn't help as much as they did in Burbank. He wiped sweat off for the fourth time while shouldering the duffel bag filled with a few changes of clothes and weapons. He was, under no circumstances, to involve himself with any FBI investigation, any CIA investigation, fight, overexert himself...

Chuck may have got a little worried. Sarah simply stated, "Don't get hurt."

His final stop for the night was going to be the safe house that he had in another section of the city, but Neal should, will, be home for him to talk with. They arraigned for a specific conversation that wasn't going to be postponed. Since Jack had not figured to tell Neal about getting pregnant, he was, and he was going to argue with Burke over getting him out to California for the birth.

June was the one to answer the door when he knocked. She took one look at him and hustled him in. A maid brought drinks and she asked numerous questions about who he was. She wasn't satisfied with his answer of accountant for his job; June was a bit more perspective. He was saved from making up answers to certain questions when Neal walked in. "Bryce," he called, smiling. His brother stood up and hugged him tightly before they both turned to June. "Did you interrogate him enough for your questions?" She smiled and nodded. "Great, because I have a few questions of my own."

"Join me for dinner, won't you?"

"If Peter doesn't pull me away," Neal answered. He grabbed the duffel by the chair and pulled Bryce along with him up to the apartment.

Moz looked up from his place at the table to see the twins walking in. "Neal. Larkin," he said with disgust.

Bryce looked over at Neal. "I told you he didn't like me."

Neal stared at him. "Moz, come on." He just shook his head and headed out, glaring at Bryce the entire way. He pulled out two glasses and started pouring out wine.

Bryce interrupted him on the second one. "None for me."

Neal glanced back at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just can't have alcohol or caffeine."

He raised an eyebrow at that. The second wine glass was replaced by a normal glass and filled with ice cubes and water. He handed it to his brother, then sat in the chair that Moz had occupied. "Okay, what's wrong with you?"

Bryce sat down in another one of the chairs. "Something happened that I needed to talk to Dad about."

"Are you sick?"

"No. I was sick, but my body was fighting off a supposed virus. It's tapering off now."

"Supposed virus?"

He sighed. This was going to be fun to explain. "Jack's from the fifty-first century," he started. Neal stared at him. "His ancestors were in a colony that was losing women. In order to get around it, they surgically placed wombs in the earlier generations and later generations started being able to create their own."

"All right, Jack told you this. Why did he tell you this?" Bryce sipped his water to avoid the question. "Bryce..."

"I'm pregnant." That confession stopped the conversation. Neal didn't know how to respond to the fact his twin brother was pregnant and he could become pregnant also. He sat for a few minutes, digesting the information. Bryce finished his water and decided to walk around to look.

"How far along?" Neal inquired.

Bryce looked back. "Around four months."

"You, uh..." Neal made a motion. Bryce understood and lifted his shirt, revealing the small bump that had just started within the last week. "Wow." He nodded and dropped his shirt. Neal stood up to walk over and hug Bryce. He returned it and hung on for a few minutes, allowing a few tears to leak out.

A knock at the door announced that dinner was being served soon and Bryce and Neal needed to get down to the table, after washing their hands and Bryce changing from the shorts and a t-shirt he had on. He looked down at the simple Star Wars t-shirt and khaki shorts. "What's wrong with this?"

! ! ! !

Chuck and Sarah settled down in the hotel they were staying at. Timothy Todd, a gun runner that the CIA had been tracking for a while, was in New York for an art showing. They were getting closer to catching the man, just missing him and his crew in Geneva after being misled in St. Petersburg. Casey was two rooms down, setting up equipment while they ran over the plan for stopping a weapons trade at a silent auction.

! ! ! !

Bryce walked in with jeans and a t-shirt. They had almost planned on walking in close to matching suits and messing with everyone, but the wrath of Peter, especially after what Bryce had to convince him, stopped him.

There were still stares. It wasn't often that a criminal consultant walked in with an identical twin that was less dressed. Diana and Jones almost went for guns before Peter whispered to them. Both raised an eyebrow, but he just nodded and waved both of them up to the conference room.

"Bryce," Peter greeted.

"Agent Burke," he returned, before turning to Jones and Diana. "Bryce Larkin," he introduced, shaking the hands of both.

Diana smirked when Bryce turned on his charm. "Definitely Neals brother," she commented. He just increased his smile while Neal snorted behind his back.

Peter needed to talk about the latest case, so Bryce sat in his office, door mostly closed because he couldn't resist overhearing things. Peter started about surveillance on someone named Ventson.

The Intersect paused him for a minute, bringing up files related to Dmirti Tetragun (one of his aliases was Ventson), a high level worker for Timothy Todd, the latest case that Chuck, Sarah and Casey were on.

He mutely groaned at the fact his brother and his 'partners' were investigating the same people. For different reasons, yes, but still. Shit.

! ! ! !

El was extremely nice to him. Bryce had wanted to tell Peter in the middle of the office, but Neal suggested have El as someone on their side that might be able to deal with Peter.

She had a variety of appetizers from a caterer for lunch when they walked in the door. She paused after seeing Bryce, but she just shook his hand and fawned over him. "So, Bryce, how did you and Neal meet?" she asked. Both looked over at Peter, as the tale was one of Neals adventures. She lightly laughed at identical faces they pulled.

"We ran into each other," he vaguely described.

"Literally," Neal added, to the snort of Peter.

Other questions came up during the meal, and they finished everything before coming up to the topic they needed to discuss. Bryce started it off. "Our father isn't from this century. He's from the fifty-first century."

"Bull-"

"Peter."

Bryce continued, "He was a time-traveler at some point, crash-landed a couple of centuries ago. (I'll explain later to Neal.) His ancestors were on a colony that was losing women. They tried a lot of things to get around it. Eventually, after a rash of deaths, they started experimenting with placing wombs in men. After a few generations, subtle genetic changes happened that descendants were able to grow their own wombs."

He finished to a silent audience. Peter looked skeptical at the information he was handed. El was thoughtful. She was coming to the same conclusion that Neal had come into. She made the leap and asked, "How far along?"

"Four months," he smiled.

Peter picked up the last two parts and gaped. "You're... You're... pregnant?" he pointed at Bryce, before swinging to Neal. "You can get pregnant?" Neal rubbed the bridge of his nose. El slapped him on the arm before motioning for Bryce to stand. She squealed a bit when seeing the bump and hugged him.

A thump on the floor brought their attention to Peter, who had fainted (collapsed, I do not faint.) El walked over and started trying to arouse him. Neal turned to Bryce, smirked and said, "I think we broke Peter."

! ! ! !

Neal was walking around the room, watching Ventson as he mingled with others. The counterfeit had his tools hidden somewhere and he needed to go find them.

He sneaked down to the man's office to see that the office was already open. The shuffling of papers indicated one person, but he couldn't take chances. However, his movements were still captured by someone standing inside. The door was yanked open; he was dragged in and thrown on the floor before the same person stuck a gun in his face.

"Neal?" He thankfully stopped himself from replying and just nodded. Sarah helped him up while Chuck continued going through the desk.

"Neal, what the hell is going on?" Peter demanded.

"Nothing, Peter," he quickly answered. He covered up the microphone as well as he could. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We can't say. You?"

"I can't say," he quipped back.

"Neal! Who is with you and how do they know you?"

He motioned for them to come up with a excuse for him to pass on. Chuck grabbed something and paused for a minute, catching Sarahs attention. She walked over and listened in when he whispered something into his own mic.

After a minute, Chuck turned to Neal. "Are you investigating Dmitri Tetragun?"

"Who?"

"Caffrey, what is going on?" Peter shouted over the comm.

"He also goes by Henry Ventson," Sarah added.

He looked between the two of them. "Wait, what does he have to do with..." Neal wasn't able to finish as someone started firing a gun. Sarah knocked him down and went for her own weapon as Chuck went to taking out thugs with a few well placed moves. He watched for a way to exit, but one thug got a hold of him. Sarah threw a knife that landed in the arm holding Neal. Wordless communication and they were hustling Neal out while making sure the thugs were down for the count.

They had him out of the party before he realized that Peter had stopped talking. He knew something bad was going to happen when Peter came around the corner with Jones as backup. "Freeze, FBI!" he yelled.

Sarah answered with her own gun. Chuck and Neal tried placating the three, but she shouted, "CIA!"

The look on Peters face was a lot better when it was just Bryce telling him he was pregnant.

Again, very sorry. I am not a Timelord (oh how I wish I was), so I can't go back and put this back on schedule. However, if you kind people would poke, yell, scream or shout, I am fairly certain I can pick this back up again. Your shouts/pokes/yells/screams can be placed in a review for your convenience.