This is the last one folks! Hope you all enjoyed it! - let me know! I ended up slightly changing the ending after it being finished for months lol. Thank you everyone for your comments and support! I have three other stories half finished so think im just gonna pick one and finish while I'm uploading! X x

Chapter 20

It had been six months since it happened. He was back home, trying to get back to normality. He was healing, right arm in a sling for most of the day, but sensation had returned and physiotherapy was helping him regain movement. Basic, daily tasks were possible now. Peter visited almost every day, he had went back to work a couple of months before. They met up every couple of weeks at the FBI's therapist's office, going separately in between.

Now, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, the closed beginnings of scarring on his arms, still red. His back was the same, only thing was he couldn't see it. Today was the day he was going in to the FBI building. The white collar team had been working his case 24/7 since it happened. And they had him. Had him in custody. Had him in the building.

His arm was shaking, thinking this. It was really happening. He and Peter were going in, to see what they had, if it would be in court, if they'd have to testify. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Neal!"

Peter's voice through the apartment made him jump, right arm support slipping off the sink, making him topple to the side. He was grabbed and held upright, Peter keeping him off the floor. Helping him walk out the bathroom and on to a dining room chair.

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Going up the elevator, he and Peter were silent. He could feel the other staring at him, like he was going to break. He glanced at him, showing his annoyance. As the doors pinged, he breathed in deep, feeling his heart jump, letting the breath out.

This was the first time he was at the office since it happened, the hustle and bustle the first thing he noticed stepping out, Peter right at his side. As they walked through the double glass doors, everyone became silent, staring at them. Well him. He didn't want to go any further, but then someone started to clap, loud. Then everyone joined in. He didn't know what to do, until he felt Peter's hand on the small of his back, urging him forward. As they walked through everyone around them, he kept his eyes trained on the man standing upstairs at the glass conference room.

Hughes was waiting, knowing how hard this would be. As they neared to top of the stairs he smiled, walking to greet them.

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The office was warm. And it wasn't just him. The a/c had broken and everyone was walking around in t-shirts and vests. The conference room was just as bad, maybe worse from all the glass. He had his shirt and jacket on, Peter taking his off as soon as they entered. He was going to have to follow, taking it off as he began to sit. He could vaguely see the red marks on his skin under the fabric, Peter could see his back without the undershirt. He knew it was a bad idea, bringing Neal here, to give his statement, but he had insisted, wanted to do it.

He took a slip of water, looking at Peter, then Hughes, finally turning his attention to the video camera across from him, once again flashing back to the cellar. He pushed it aside, steadying him self. He brought his hands under his chin to support it, his sleeve cuffs being drawn down, exposing the red scarring to the world. Hughes began to speak, and he knew he could do this, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Right, can you state your name for the record."

"Which one?"