A/N I'm back sorry guys had run out of ideas but I have some now. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Neal's POV

Breaking out of a maximum-security prison had been child's play. The moment came to say goodbye he knew something was wrong. A month and a half later he was out. Matthew was going to kill him for not giving any warning about this escape attempt. Oh well. It was better to ask for forgiveness than permission anyways.

It didnt take much for him to track down Kate's apartment. When he got there his heart shattered. A familiar empty bottle lay on the ground taunting him. There was only one thing it could mean. Goodbye.

Neal sat against one of the pillars of the apartment. Two days. He had missed her by two days. Like him, she could be anywhere in the world now. It would be next to impossible to track her down.

From his position, he could hear the muffled sound of tires on gravel. That didn't take long. He wondered who they brought in to help catch him again. Burke was off chasing the Dutchman. There was no way he would leave such an important case for him.

Faintly he could hear people talking below him. Too many for just one department. Too many for it to be CIA either. Neal had the feeling that if Beckman wanted him back she would have him drugged at dinner. Then he would be dragged back to one of the facilities. They would be much more difficult to escape the third time.

Footsteps behind him caught his attention. Those were unexpectedly familiar footsteps. It seemed Agent Burke would put his very important case on hold.

Burke began, "I see she left you a bottle."

Neal sighed, "Its a message."

There was no inclination of surprise in the other's voice when he asked, "What's the message, Neal?"

"Goodbye."

In all honesty, he should have expected her to do this. She never wanted the life of crime and thrills that he lived. While he told her a lot of things she never knew his real name. Or even his past within the CIA. Not even Mozzie knew that and he could not for the life of him bring himself to tell the short man.

Peter said without any pity for the younger man, "They are going to give you another four years for this."

Leaning the back of his head against the cold concrete he replied, "I know. It doesn't matter anyway she's gone."

"You carrying?"

Neal quipped back still refusing to look back, "You know I don't like guns."

Vaguely he could hear Peter talking into his radio. Then the man came around the side of the pillar. It was the first time Neal had seen Peter since his sentencing. He looked much the same as he did almost four years ago. There were a few more lines on his face from stress. What was more amusing than anything was that Peter wore the exact suit that he did when he caught Neal the first time.

He gave a small laugh at the sight which made Peter glance at him sharply. Neal asked as he pushed himself up to a standing position, "How many are there?"

"Including my people? All of them."

Well, they certainly weren't taking any chances at him getting away. Not that he had the energy to fight Peter and try to make an escape attempt. He was tired. More tired than he had ever been before.

Neal was going to turn away from Peter when a flicker of color on the man's jacket caught his attention. Was that? It was. Interesting he wondered if Peter knew what it was.

He reached forward only to stop when he got a hard look. Right FBI agents didnt like to be touched. Showing his empty hands his blue eyes met hazel in question. Could he?

After a second's Peter nodded and Neal picked up the fiber. A plan began to form in his mind. Maybe he wouldn't have to spend the next four years in a cage. How to convince Peter to agree to it though?

Neal asked curiously, "Do you know what this is?"

Peter shook his head and replied, "No but our analysts are working on it. Hopefully, we will know soon."

Got him.

Neal inquired meeting Peter's gaze, "What is it worth if I tell you what this is?" There was a brief flash of confusion and he pressed, "Is it worth a meeting? If I tell you what it is right now is it worth a meeting?"

Behind him, he could hear the heavy footstep of swat. Damn, come on Peter. Tell me its worth a meeting. Then as if answering his thoughts the agent very carefully nodded.

Neal's eyes lit up as he raised his hands swat entering behind him, "Its a security fiber for the new Canadian 100 dollar bill. Remember one week."

With that said he was taken down to the ground by swat. Once handcuffs were placed on him he was hauled up by his collar. Peter watched him with a frown as he was removed from the room.

The trip back to the prison was made in stony silence. Marshals sat with him on the ride obviously not willing to let him escape a second time. Parts of his mind still went on how to incapacitate them to getaway. It took all of his self-control to not twitch as the memories came to him.

He could not attack the Marshals they were only doing their jobs. If he wanted his plan to work they had to think he was nonviolent. Despite the truth being he was as far from nonviolent as possible.

Intake was the same as it was when he first arrived. The same cell as well but all of his amenities had been confiscated. They didnt want him trying to escape again.

The week between when he was caught and when he was supposed to meet with Peter passed in agonizing slowness. When the day came for visitors he was ready for Peter. Hopefully, the man would accept his proposal.

To his surprise, he was taken to a room meant for regular meetings. This was not the room meant for talking with agents and lawyers. What?

A familiar dirty blond-haired man entered. Neal's heart stopped for the briefest of moments. What in the hell was he doing here? Every government agency in the world was looking for him.

All he could stutter out was, "O-Orion?!"

The amused look he got in return only solidified that it was in fact his friend and mentor.