To my guest reviewer on Chapter 16 (BFOT); is part of your review missing? As for the Fandoms I'm a part of: Pokemon, Mario (I'm working on a story which might not see the light of day for a long time), Charmed (not really working on anything but have a few ideas), White Collar and Chuck (the two big ones) and I've started watching Covert Affairs, psych and a few others (it's going to take me a while to catch up, I'm only at the first seasons). But, if you're looking for just a superficial kind of thing (like maybe using the world, similar to the x-men/mutant one - Chapter 7, LOS) I can possibly do that.

WBM2 - The Buy More Comes to You

From Love_82 on AO3:

I would love to see more in this verse with Peter bringing Bryce back to NY and Neal finding out about Bryce being CIA.

Something was going on with Caffrey. He couldn't sit still, getting up every few moments to run some kind of errand and tapping incessantly while at his desk. Everyone knew it had something to do with Peter's return that day; their boss had been in Burbank the past few days but had phoned Neal while there.

That phone call had scared the entire office. It had started normally enough and Diana had been standing next to Neal and getting his advice on a case when his phone rang.

"Hey, Peter!" Neal had greeted cheerfully, "how's LA?" He listened for Peter for a few moments and then said, "yeah, El told me about that." He laughed. "Tell me, how does someone spill coffee on their laptop?"

Diana had a little chuckle at that, Jones looking horrified behind her. He was always preaching the importance of keeping your laptop safe and secure and their boss had gone and poured coffee over it.

It had seemed like a normal phone call, until Neal froze. Confusion flashed across his face before realisation appeared to dawn and his eyebrows knitted angrily. Even his eyes seemed to go cold. Diana took a step back, feeling a thrill of uncertainty go through her.

Neal Caffrey was never that easy to read, he never froze and he never seemed angry. This was unknown territory.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! NOT ONLY DID YOU FAKE YOUR DEATH BUT YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TALENTS IN A BUY MORE?" The entire office was filled with his voice. Agents froze and turned to stare at him, some going slack-jawed. "YOU HAVEN'T CONTACTED ME IN YEARS AND WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, BRYCE?"

"Was that Caffrey?" Hughes questioned, coming out of his office and walking down to the nearest agent, in this case, Jones.

"Oh yeah," Jones responded as if he couldn't believe it.

"Caffrey!" Hughes said in a scolding tone.

Neal blinked and his grumpy face vanished underneath a conman smile.

"Yes, sir?" he asked innocently.

"No personal calls." It wasn't a rule but, Hughes didn't need another outburst.

"Sorry, I'll hang up in a moment," Neal said pleasantly. He then turned back to the phone and said, "look, I can't really talk now. Get the story from Peter. Also, give him back the phone so I can explain." Neal leaned forward on his desk and pressed his hand to his eyes, stress radiating off him.

They thought this would be the end of the surprises but, Neal spoke again.

"Congratulations, Peter." He sounded tired and emotionally drained. "You found my twin brother."

'Twin?' Blake mouthed to Wesley, who shrugged in reply.

"Someone get me Caffrey's personal file," Hughes ordered, "Berrigan, send him up to me when he's done."

"Yes. I haven't seen the guy in years, last I heard he had been working as an accountant and was shot dead during a bank robbery," Neal explained into the phone with every agent listening to his words.

After that phone call, Neal had been quiet and contemplative as well as the focus of gossip around the office. But, now that seemed to change. Quiet and contemplative became fidgety and active. Diana had tried to distract him but had failed. Jones talked to him about the woman he was seeing Friday and Blake asked him to make an origami flower for him to give to the girl who moved into the apartment two doors down from his.

Even Hughes had sent Neal on a coffee run, although it was because he wanted Neal out of the office when Peter returned. He knew that Neal would corner his agent the moment Peter returned and he wanted to talk to Peter first.

No one had expected Peter to return with a Caffrey look-a-like. He walked off the elevator with Bryce right behind him, talking to him about something.

Bryce was dressed in a simple blue shirt and jeans and stepped broadly, rounding around to face Peter the moment he opened the door.

"Why not?" he asked, his hands going to his hips.

Peter sighed and his eyes scanned the office, in a way that seemed to be calling for assistance.

Bryce paused and turned around, immediately noting the number of eyes on them. He stepped out of the way and let Peter in.

"Maybe we should continue this in your office?" he suggested, eyeing the room suspiciously.

"No," Peter responded flatly, "we're not talking about this. Now, I've got work to do."

"What am I supposed to do?" Bryce asked, following him up.

Peter stopped and glanced around before pointing to Diana.

"Diana, you mind?" He didn't need to finish the question, she knew what he was asking.

A horrified and offended look crossed Bryce's face.

"I don't need a babysitter," he said. Diana gracefully stepped between him and Peter.

"Burke!" Hughes called from above, complete with the double finger point.

Peter nodded and started up the steps, leaving Bryce in the middle of the bullpen and surrounded by agents.

"Would you like a coffee while you wait?" Diana asked as presently as she could. He shot her a put-out look and she added, "that's pretty much all the courtesy you'll get from me so, I suggest you take it."

"I'm fine, thanks," he responded shortly with none of Neal's grace. He took another look around at all the agents still staring at him. "Don't you agents have work to do?" His tone held authority, making his question sound more like an order. The agents scrambled back to whatever they were doing before.

Jones let out a soft, impressed whistle.

"So, coffee laptop guy said my brother works here," Bryce asked them, "where is he?"

"'Coffee laptop guy'?" Diana snorted at Bryce's nickname for Peter.

"Nicknames aren't my forte," he responded with a shrug. "Besides, you obviously know who I'm talking about."

"Neal went to get coffee," Diana said.

"And he's back," Jones pointed out, nodding at the door. Neal walked in with a tray of coffees which he placed on his desk.

"Bryce," he said, his voice soft.

Bryce nodded to him.

"Danny."

Neal winced at the sound of his old name.

"It's Neal, actually."

"I know." There was an awkward silence after that as they both shuffled on their feet and looked anywhere but at their brother.

"Wow, Neal Caffrey, lost for words," Diana commented. It was almost painful to watch them and she knew what to say to at least get Neal going. "I never thought I'd see that."

"Special circumstances, Diana," Neal said.

"I've got a question," Jones said, mostly to Bryce, "how come we didn't find you when investigating Neal?"

"I have no idea," Bryce responded, "maybe you didn't look hard enough?"

"Wow," Neal commented when the bristles of almost every agent in earshot went up. "Insulting the FBI? You live a dangerous life, Bryce." When Bryce didn't respond, Neal turned to Jones. "Bryce has no connection to 'Neal Caffrey', that's why you didn't find him."

Jones raised a quizzical eyebrow as that answer created more questions. Diana was interested to know why Bryce didn't have a connection to Neal when they were identical twin brothers. But, answers were never to come as Peter came out and beckoned Neal and Bryce upstairs.

For the second time since they had known him, Neal's voice filled the office.

"WHAT?" Not even the door to Hughes' office hindered it and Neal's voice projected loud and clear.

Agents all glanced up at the office, wondering what was going on. Diana frowned and closed the file she was working on. They were agents and curiosity was almost a job requirement.

She walked up the stairs and knocked on Hughes office door.

"Excuse me, sir?" she questioned, like a concerned underling. "Is everything alright?" Meanwhile, she scanned the room. Neal dropped into the chair when she entered and was holding his head in his hands. Peter was in the other chair with an apologetic look in his eyes. Bryce was leaning against the wall with an impassive expression on his face.

Hughes lips were pursed and his face was slightly red with irritation.

"Everything's fine," Peter said.

"Out," Hughes interrupted in a strained order, "and no one else to is bother us until we're done."

Diana knew something was going on. She just didn't expect to find out what.

She was barely home five minutes before there was a knock at her door. A tired looking Caffrey stood there with a sheepish expression on his face and a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Can I come in?" he asked. When she nodded, he smiled and walked in. "Thanks. Bryce is at my place and I don't want to see him right now."

"Why?" she asked.

Neal examined her, staring for what seemed like a long time.

"Today, I found out why he faked his death," he said with a sigh.

"Why?" Diana asked, unable to keep the curious tone from her voice as she slid into the chair across from Neal.

"He was mortally wounded and everyone thought he was dead," Neal grumbled, "except he was saved by, unbelievably enough, people from a 'hostile espionage organisation' who kept his revival secret until two of his colleges recovered him."

It only took her a moment to figure out what that might mean.

"So, he's either a Fed or a VIP," she guessed, "and he's probably not a VIP because his 'death' wasn't highly publicised or covered up."

Neal gave a snort of laughter at her deduction skills, which was insulting.

"What?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.

"He's a Fed," Neal said, "part of the company, the agency, a spook, whatever you call it."

Diana swore.

"Seriously?" A spy? The little girl in her loved that while the FBI agent knew that CIA agents spelled trouble. "And he just told you this?"

Neal nodded.

"And I have no idea what to do about it," he said, "I know it's a dangerous job-"

"How do you know that?" she interrupted. He gave her a look that said, 'I know, let's leave it at that'.

"It's a dangerous job," he repeated, "but, also important. I know he won't give it up just because I ask." He stopped there and just stared at the table.

Neal Caffrey, unable to ask for help. She sighed and thought of her old bodyguard, Charlie. He had a dangerous job and had died doing it and she still felt the pain of loss when she thought of him.

"What are you doing here, Caffrey?" she asked rhetorically, "you're brother is in town and it's the first time you've seen him in ages and you're hanging out here. Dangerous job or not, you need to spend this time with him. Spend this time with him or you'll regret it one day."

"Every moment counts, huh?" he responded with a smile.

"That's right," she said, "now, do you need me to drive your drunk self home or what?"

He gave her an offended look but a real smile.

"I'm not drunk," he said, "and I'll get a taxi." He stood up and paused for a moment, to say, "thanks, Di," before leaving.