"Hey Peter." said June. "I just received a call from the FBI about the death in my house. I wasn't sure which phone to try, and Mozzie suggested this one."

"Yeah, Hughes just filled us in officially." said Peter, mouthing the word 'June' to El and Neal, who nod. "I'm afraid you may have a bit of a mess at your house and in your life."

"I'm not at all worried about that. In fact I will be calling my lawyer after this in case me or Mozzie end up needing one." said June with a laugh. "I've been through messes as well."

"I have no doubt about that." said Peter, wondering how he's made friends it seems with half of Neal's criminal friends. "I figure the mess in your house will be worst."

"It's one of the reasons I'm calling. When would I be able to set up professional cleaners?" asked June, looking at her planner despite figuring it would likely be days. "I am still out of town and would like to have it taken care of before I get back."

"I don't know for sure." said Peter. "But probably in a few days. I can let you know or at least get Diana or Jones to let you know in case I'm left out of this case."

"That would be fine." said June. "May I speak to Neal for a moment?"

"Sure." said Peter, handing the phone to Neal.

"Hey June." said Neal, sitting back in his chair as the Burke's walk out to the patio to give him a bit of privacy. "There are no words for how sorry I am about all of this."

"None of it is your fault, darling." said June, knowing Neal would be blaming himself.

"Well if I hadn't met up with you at the thrift store that day...and ended up living in your guest room." said Neal. "Then all this..."

"You know, you've only brought excitement back in my life since then. And guys like Keetes are nothing like you and you know that." said June, feeling as if she was scolding a son. Neal had definitely come to feel like one. "The bigger issue might be if you will feel comfortable in the space again."

"Peter and El will likely tire of me eventually...especially by the time I can climb stairs without help." said Neal, half-jokingly. "So guess it will be the loft or the hotel. I mean if you are still okay with me living there."

"It will always be fine by me, but I don't think you give Peter enough credit." said June, having talked to Peter many times while Neal was gone. "He cares a great deal about you." She's met with silence as Neal is thinking. "Another subject, Mozzie says you are thinking about going straight? I mean it is Mozzie...but doesn't sound like something he would make up."

"It's definitely something I am considering." said Neal with a sigh. "I can't say I don't like the thrill of the life, but I guess it takes hitting this kind of rock bottom to make one think about it seriously." He glances down at the anklet. "I still have some time on my anklet, so guess it's the time I have to think about it."

"True. I support you either way Neal...but I think you might be right." said June, wishing the best for Neal. "And Mozzie will come around, you know he will. Nothing could separate you two...besides prison or a hospital." June and Neal both laugh, knowing Mozzie too well. "I should probably go. Give my love to Elizabeth?"

"It would be my pleasure." said Neal. They exchange goodbyes and Neal hangs up, sitting the phone down on the table. He gets lost in thought thinking about all the things going through his mind...and what tomorrow will bring with both the doctor and Hughes.