The new silver mixer bounced between Peter's hands. He tried to twirl it but he always fumbled. Yet, practice does make perfect so he kept trying until he nailed it. Giving himself a tiny victory dance. Mozzie saw and rolled his eyes, he went to get another part of the plan figured out. Peter continued on his twirling fest when Neal came up. He didn't say anything, he leaned over the table. Took the book Peter was looking at and started quizzing him on which garnishes and alcohols for certain drinks. Also which to stir and which to shake. Neal put down the book, leaned on the table. He stared at Peter.

"Dirty Martini." He winked at the blushing omega.

Peter looked down at his silver shaker: 1 part Dry Vermouth, 6 parts Gin and a splash of olive juice into the container.

He shook the container thoroughly.

"Give it a little twirl like you did earlier." Neal said, giving Peter a smirk. Peter repeated twirling it around and decided to twirl it behind his back. It slipped but he quickly bent over and caught it.

"Nice." Neal stared at Peter's ass. Peter quickly turned around and continued just to throw it between the two heads, trying to push down the blush. "You'll get it... eventually"

Peter looked up at Neal, trying not to think what else that comment could have meant. He was met with hungry eyes, completely deprived of the baby blue replaced with black, and Neal licking his lips with a grin. Peter held onto the mixer with both hands, trying to keep himself calm. They both turn when they hear Mozzie coming towards them, holding a long tube the size of the beta. Peter snickers at the imagery.

"Here you go, Moz." Peter poured two martini glasses of the drink and garnished it with a toothpick of two green olives. They both took a sip, looked at each other and grimaced.

Mozzie swallowed with a cringe. "If you can't nail the quality, go for quantity."

"He's working on it." Neal made a sour face, grabbing some water to wash down the taste.

Mozzie grabbed Peter's hand and poured more of the substance into the glass until it was almost overflowing "Yeah, pour it like it's Hemingway's last call."

Neal twitched a little and balled his fist up. Neal was quite a protective and possessive one. He wasn't controlling, just weirdly protective of Peter. He took a deep breath and remembered it's only Mozzie, he wanted Peter's sister, not Peter himself. Plus he is a beta, no threat to the alpha. Neal smiled to himself.

Peter glances at the tube Mozzie is carrying again. "So, that's the equipment to open a safe?"

"Yeah. Back to why a generous pour is so important—." Mozzie said, taking another gulp of the drink. "He's got a Brickman 2-5-10."

"You can't crack that, can you?" Peter looked at Neal.

"No." Neal sat down in a huff. "Not without heavy equipment and several hours of alone time."

"You are going to have minutes at best." Peter started to get anxious. "All the drunken whispers in the world won't matter if it doesn't look like he's made off with their bribe money."

"True." Mozzie says calmly.

"Well poindexter, how are you going to open the safe and have it empty?" Peter snapped a Mozze. Neal laughed while Mozzie glared at the both of them.

"That's not funny Neal. Why are you siding with him then me?" Mozzie said in annoyance but with a small smile "We do the next best thing."

Neal's face it up. "You mean fake and bake?"

"What's fake and bake?" Peter said, confused.

"We'll make it look like it's empty." Neal explained.

Neal and Mozzie got to work on the fake and bake, while Peter works on his drinks a bit more. He tries a different drink this time: Malibu Sunset, a mixture of coconut rum, pineapple and orange juice, grenadine, and bright red cherries to garnish.

Moz and Neal set up shop on the other side of the foyer. Neal is painting while Mozzie builds a frame for the fake and bake operation.

"So what exactly is happening between you and Peter?" Mozzie sawed another board.

"What do you mean?" Neal questioned, focusing on the painting.

"Well you guys seem rather...tamed" Mozzie measured the board.

"I thought you would be happy."

"Stop avoiding the question."

Neal sighed, glanced at Peter. Peter was invested in the mixing process, and was currently trying to measure "without measuring" the rum. Neal smiled at the man. He turned to Mozzie. Mozzie stood with a soft face, knowing the answer.

Neal sighed. "You smelt it too?"

Mozzie nods.

"Well earlier he told me that we should stop and figure out feelings for each other. And I was shocked and said 'well you know', I couldn't say the words but I thought he could smell it too. He shook his head and told me to figure out my feelings until then no touchy. I mean we were right about to have sex right in that hammock."

"I'm going to burn that hammock."

Neal laughed at the beta then the two got silent.

"Are you going to tell him? I mean I see the gift you want to give him." Mozzie questioned.

"Yeah" Neal looked at the mini painting he made for Peter. "But when the time is right."

"And that?" Moz pointed at the mini painting.

"I think I will give this to him now. You know, court him a bit." Neal smiles. "Do you think he will like it?"

Mozzie gives Neal a soft look and nods.

"Thank you." Neal pats Moz on the back. They both grin and get back to work, they have to get this done if they have any hope of getting off this island.

Peter poured the sunset liquid into two tall glasses and garnished them with a bright red cherry. They looked like delicious sunsets in a glass. Peter called out to the two con-mans to try the new drink. Mozzie glances at Neal and jogs over. Neal grabbed the mini painting and followed quickly behind, hiding the painting.

The two take a sip and nod.

"You're getting better" Mozzie takes his glass with him to continue the sawing, giving Neal one last glance.

Neal took a gulp of his drink then looked at Peter. He wasn't sure how he was going to do this, granted it's just courting but that's not really a tradition anymore.

Back in the 1940s, the alpha would court the mate of their choice. They acted like gentleman and gentlewoman, and if the omega said no, there was no consequences. The dominant of the pair would shower gifts and affection basically spoil the other one, all while being very polite. In a way, trying to show that they could provide for the omega. If the chosen mate accepts the gift, it mainly means the chosen mate is considering the dominant one as a mate, the courting continues until bonding. Bonding was done between with mates, the full bonding is a bite mark on the omega's bonding gland, located between shoulder and neck. With the alpha's bonding gland being bitten on right pecs for men and right top boob for women. Bonds were rarely undone in those days.

Nowadays that is rarely done, if the omega denies they get beaten up. It's not even considered rape if an alpha forces an unclaimed omega to have sex with them if the omega is in heat. Meaning unclaimed omega in heat: free for all. But it is against the law to rape a claimed omega in heat but even then they only get 2 years in jail. Alphas rarely let omega's bite them anymore. If the alpha doesn't want their omega anymore they can undo the bond, it's a painful process that removes teeth marks and basically the mental bond between the two. Most times it ends with the omega taking most of the damage and marking them as unwanted. Hell even the process is called procédure indésirables. Basically French for Unwanted Procedure. Language of love my ass.

So mainly if Peter accepts the gift he will consider Neal as a possible mate. Which is kind of sweet but still terrifying to know the possibility that he might not take it.

Peter is about to pour himself a glass when Neal passes him his glass. Peter smiles and takes the glass. He licks his lips. "Not bad"

Neal watches the tongue lick the plush lips. Neal shook his head. "Hey Peter."

"Yeah?" Peter looks at Neal curiously, his heart in his throat.

Neal coughs to calm his nerves. "I have something for you."

He pushes forward the mini painting towards Peter. Peter glances at the picture and blushes. It's two figures stood on a balcony, holding hands and watching the sunset. The sun is setting right behind the tall detailed buildings like back in New York. The sun bathed the sky with a deep red orange blended into a baby pink into a fuschia. Peter gently caressed the painting, he always loved the sunset from Neal's place. He remembers sitting there watching the sun go down with Neal as they talked about life and art, anything they wanted to. He glanced up at Neal with small tears in his eyes and smiled. Peter glanced at the picture again where the figures stood and saw a small detail. He looked at the picture closer and saw a little heart next to figures.

Peter blushed "Is this a gift?"

Neal nodded.

"Thank you." Peter said softly. He was being courted and honestly couldn't be happier. He put the painting down, leaned over, grabbing Neal and gave him a kiss. Neal opened his eyes in shock and kissed back. It was slow and sweet. They came apart and looked at each other, grinning.

"I better get back to mixing." Peter said letting go.

Neal coughed "Yeah I better you know, finish my work"

They both went silent, grinned at each other. Neal walked back to his fake and bake painting.

Peter glanced at the painting again with a small smile. He couldn't wait to get back to New York.

"Gentleman…" Peter poured the Roy Roger into three glasses and dropped a cherry into each glass with added finesse. Each one of the men grabbed their own glass.

"To the island's most wanted." Neal raised his glass in a toast.

"May they be returned where they belong." Peter raised his glass to meet Neal's with a dramatic flair. They all clinked their glasses. Just as they are about to take a sip, they are startled by a loud crashing sound. They shoot their heads over to the used martini glass from earlier, shattered onto the brick floor. They all look at each other in silence.

"That's not omen." Mozzie took a gulp of his drink.

"No." Peter nervously laughed, taking a sip.

"No." Neal echos.

They all nervously laughed, chugged their drinks and went separate ways to put the plan in action. Peter went to Neal's manor with a glass from Mia's restaurant. He looked around and whistled.

"Nice place" Peter said, walking down the long hallways, glancing into each room. He passed by the pool. His mind was suddenly flooded with images of a dripping wet naked Caffery smirking. Peter turned beet red and walked away. "Focus"

He continued to examine the house for the different ways that Collins and his group would enter. He walked out onto the balcony with the stairs on both sides of it. It overlooked the blue ocean. Below one of the steps was a small yard where there laid art supplies scattered around. Peter huffed a laugh, thinking about the gift Neal gave him.

He went back inside, knowing that was the way Collins was going to come in. He sat down in a comfy white chair next to the open window, he set the glass gently on the windowsill with his bag by his leg and just looked out at the ocean.

His mind started to wander.

'Maybe Neal does like me. I mean the 'accidents' that we had have been exciting and blissful. I hope that Neal does feel the same about me as I do him. The gift... Maybe it was a friend gift or maybe i'm just stupid. Neal is a wonderful, gentlemen alpha. But he only likes betas and alphas women it seems. Neal is handsome, generous, dream, talented, and many more beautiful words. I should face the facts. I don't love Neal... I'm in love with Neal'

Peter sighed at his thoughts and rubbed his face.

"But I doubt he will ever feel the same about me"

Peter could hear the stomping and running coming his way., sounds like four god for Omega hearing. He grabbed the glass from early filling it with water and a couple lemon slices. He stood behind the sheer white curtains with the drink in hand.

"Come out with your hands up." Collins stood tall and proud, pointing his gun at the figure.

Peter lifted his hands as he walked through the curtains "You're too mind?" Pointing at the three other people with guns.

Collins growled, looked at the other, pointed towards the house silently telling the other guys to search the house. "Go, go." He dropped his gun and stalked over to Peter. "Burke, is he here?"

Peter glances at the three who pass by him.

"You tell me. I'm done." Peter gulped down his drink.

"What do you mean you're done?" Collins growled, taking another step towards Peter.

"I came here to convince Neal to turn himself in." Peter said standing tall and pushing out his chest. "Meanwhile, you got the wild bunch chasing him down like a dog on the street."

"I'm doing my job." Collins snapped back, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Really? Word around town says you shot him." Peter snapped back, while Collin only continues, walking past Collins to the balcony. "You're a bigger menace to society then he ever was."

Before he can get too far, Collins grabs him by his arms. He flips him so Peter's back is against the balcony. Peter was startled and almost dropped his glass. He tightens his hold on the glass so he doesn't drop it.

"Yeah, well, playing by the books only gets you so far, omega." He growled and looked Peter up and down. He put his hands on either side of Peter on the balcony ledge. "The great leader of the white collar division is an omega. To be honest even I was surprised."

He leaned in sniffing Peter, Peter pushed but Collins stood still " No longer in heat it seems and still unclaimed as well. Though I do wonder where you got those hickeys from."

Collins grabbed his shirt pulling the collar down revealing all the hickeys Neal left. He gasped trying to cover them up. Collins growled again, grabbed Peter by the nape and pushed him down. Peter tumbled but was able to save the glass.

He turned around to see Collins towering over him. "Maybe I'll make you my bitch? I bet Neal would love that."

Peter glared at the man, slowly getting up. He set the glass down on the balcony ledge. He looked at Collins standing there smudged, looking like the cat who caught the mouse. Peter pulled back his fist and punched Collins straight in the nose. Collins double over.

"I refuse to be anyone's bitch especially yours." Peter dusted off his shirt watching Collins grab his bloody, now crooked nose.

"I booked a 4:00 flight out of here. I'm going to go get my shot. Anyways I'm a white collar agent not a bounty hunter." Peter grabbed his bag, glancing at Collins glaring daggers at him. "I'm out of vacation days also. It's all yours now! The Bar's open, asshole."

Peter walked to the set of steps that Collins and his crew came in by. He waved bye without turning around until he heard Collins pick up the glass. Peter quickly glanced over his shoulder watching Collins hold his bloody nose and turn the glass around seeing the Cafe's name.

Gotcha ya

Peter hurried back to the safe house to get ready for Phase Two. He walked into the master bedroom, On the bed laid his bartender suit that consists of a white dress shirt, black bowtie, vest, dress pants, and dress shoes. Peter slowly got dressed making sure not to put any wrinkles in the suit. As he was buttoning his cuffs together he walked over to the full length mirror. He glanced up and made a surprise noise. The shirt covered up the hickies and vest made him appear slimmer, bringing out his narrow waist a bit more. He spun around, checking out all different angles. Whistling when he saw how the pants hugged his bottom, making it seem more promentiant. He was distracted by how good he looked. He didn't notice the other person who walked in until he felt a hand on his ass.

Peter yelped and turned around ready to beat the person when he saw Neal standing with a mischievous grin on his face. Neal just gently started to rub the plump ass while Peter turned scarlet.

"So I heard Collins got his nose broken. I wonder who did that." Neal stepped closer, not letting Peter speak, already knowing that it was Peter who did it. "Mozzie wasn't happy but I will say I was happy or well turned on." Neal squeezed Peter's ass hard.

Peter bit his lip. "Neal I need to go. Also hands to yourself until you have figured out your feelings"

"I know but I couldn't resist the temptation." Neal said huskily, licking Peter's ear. "And I've figured out my feelings alright if you couldn't tell from the gift." Neal bit down on Peter's lobe. Making Peter moan and claw at Neal's back.

Neal chuckles then let's go of Peter completely. "We will talk after all this is over." He left a breathless half-hard Peter standing panting as he walked towards the exit. Before he exits, he stops and glances at the omega. "Also Peter, be careful I don't want any competition or they may end up like Collins"

Peter blushes as the alpha exits. He tries to catch his breath and will down his erection. He has to get to Dobb's Party.

Pour, stir, shake, drink, and serve

Pour, stir, shake, drink, and serve

Pour, stir, shake, drink, and serve

Peter makes fancy drink after fancy drink for every men and women. He flips the silver mixer, keeps his pinky up, garnishing every drink with extra finesse. ill say everyone does talk to the bartender. He looks around the open plaza, there was an assortment of men and women, also alphas and betas. Very few omegas. They were scattered among the open plaza in their own groups gossiping, laughing, and talking. Peter scouts out who would be best to start the rumor with. He finds the one and smiles, thankful she needed another drink. The beta woman in a hot pink sun dress comes up with her empty glass.

"Appletini."

"Appletini. Coming right up." Peter bows his head at her.

"This is a beautiful party." She began as Peter grabbed the ingredients.

"Yes. Well, Mr. Dobbs knows how to do it right, doesn't he?" Peter poured the two mixers in the silver container,

"Where's Rajulio?" She asked

"Oh so sad… Rajulio has been detained by the American federal agent." Peter lied, shaking the drink up then pouring the drink adding the apple slice.

She gasped

"Mmm-hmm." Peter handed her the drink with a charming smile. "I'm Kevin."

"Thank you." She smiled back with a glint in her eyes and winked. "See you around Kevin." She walked over to one of the guys to gossip about some of the brand new information she was given.

Peter grinned 'Not much longer now'

Peter chatted with a few more guests spreading more rumors when he hears Mozzie. He glances over to see Mozzie carrying the mirror and supplies for the fake and bake upstairs. He hopes Neal is okay.

He gets back to making the drinks before he gets too distracted. The man that the pink dress lady talked to comes up. By his smell clearly an alpha.

"Cuba Libre."

"Cuba Libre. Very good." Peter repeats back. He bends down to grab the glass, mixes and garnishes. He feels the man staring at his ass.

"What is this about Rajulio?" The man asked, looking Peter up and down as he placed the supplies on the table.

"Uh, I don't want to get him in trouble." Peter lifted up his hands slightly.

The power hungry omega police chief came up with an angry look. "He's not. The Americans detained him, right?"

"I'm guessing it's because of all that cash." Peter lied, mixing the alpha's drink. The two men looked at each. " Rajulio saw them loading the money out of the safe into Mr. Dobbs's boat. Well that's what he said. I-I don't know. What can I get you?"

"Whiskey" The chief said.

He gave the alpha his drink, bowing his head a little. He poured a three finger shot of whiskey for the omega.

"More" He said.

Peter shrugged and poured until the power hungry omega said stop. He snatched the glass full of amburn liquid. "Salud."

"Salud, sir." Peter bowed his head, as the chief turned around he saw a hickey on the back of his neck. Peter glanced down, in countries like this when you're an omega, you have to sleep to get to the top and well keep yourself there.

Soon you could see the gossip taking effect. People were asking why, what, how, when, etc. Just trying to learn more about the gossip at hand. Some come up with different scenarios, making the rumors become bigger. Peter grinned, he could see most of the party goers look nervous or on edge. They whispered among themselves. Mr. Dobbs stands talking to someone with everyone glaring daggers at him. Hatred burning off of the people. (Well expect the beta and alpha from earlier staring at Peter like a piece of meat) Dobbs soons notices the mood change and walks up to the bar.

"Ah, Mr. Dobbs, when do you leave on vacation?" Peter asked innocently

"I don't. Who says I did?" Dobbs raised his eyebrow.

"Oh, my apologies, sir. I don't remember his name, but he said you had the Esmerelda all gassed up for a long trip." Peter could feel that he was about to stutter, Dobbs scent was very strong "Again, I-I'm sorry. What can I get you?"

Dobbs looked at Peter with a hungerly look. Happy to see the omega stutter. "Horchata Ponch. What's your name?"

"Kevin, sir." Peter bowed his head.

"Kevin?"

"Yes."

"First of all, shut up. Second, I'm not going anywhere. You're lucky that you are cute enough or I would have you beated. But we will discuss those terms later." Dobbs snatched his drink, downing it in one gulp. "Third, Emerelda is not all gassed up."

The omega police chief eavesdropping came up confronting Dobbs. "Henry, I was there when they fueled up the Esmerelda." Two other guys including the Cuba Libre guy came up to the bar.

"No." Dobbs scoffed.

"Yes." The chief said rather calmly. "And don't be so hard on Kevin, here. He's filling in for Rajulio."

"Who's Rajulio?" Dobbs asked. The three guys whisper to each other in a different language. Dobbs clearly confused and not knowing the language.

"Rajulio is your regular bartender." The police chief said.

"He's being questioned by the feds right now." The other man said.

"About you." The Cuba Libre guy chimed in.

"Wait, hang on. This doesn't make any sense." Dobbs said. "Why would they talk to my bartender?"

"Because he saw you loading bags of money onto your boat." The other guy said.

"What? You're out of your mind." Dobbs said.

"Okay let me get this straight." Police chief said. "The Americans are looking into you, you gassed up your boat, and you loaded it with cash?"

Soon the party went silent. The goers started to stare and hear the conversations. Whispers coming to a stop.

"Nothing you've said is true." Dobbs exclaimed.

"Except I was at the marina, I saw them fueling up the Esmerelda." The police chief raised his voice.

"Alright." Dobbs growled. "Your money is where it's always been, and I'm not going anywhere."

The three men look at each other. "Okay, prove it."

"Okay." Dobbs quietly spoke.

They went up a different pair of stairs then the one that Mozzie did with the supplies. He takes out his phone, quickly texting Mozzie and Neal about the group heading their way. He was surprised by the chief spunk. Omegas in places like this don't usually talk to alphas that way or they get thing he had the two Alphas with him.

Everyone is back to whispering between themselves talking about what just happened. He glances at the man that was serving Dobbs. He grabbed a pen and wrote the message about the plane on it. He walked over to the fellow.

"You work for Mr. Dobbs, right?" Peter asked, the man nodded. "Listen, if things get bad for your boss in there, I heard that one of Dobbs's friends had a plane leaving the airport, you know." He nods at the man and leaves before Collins shows up. He grabs his bag and makes his way to the airport to meet up with Mozzie. Right now Neal should be blaming Dobbs and reliving who he is then Collins comes in then Mia gets money for helping him. That man tells Dobbs about the plane, comes rushing here before Collins and Neal get here.

If everything goes well, Neal is set free and Dobbs/Robert MacLeish who is 4th most wanted person on the FBI list gets taken to prison. Plus Neal and Peter can talk about all the things that have happened and get things sorted.

Peter meets Mozzie underneath one of the smaller two person planes. Mozzie was holding onto a rope that was dangling off of the airplane. Peter took off the black vest and bow tie, unbuttoning a couple buttons on his shirt. They stood there in silence looking at the plane that would be taking them all to New York. Soon they see a sleek black car drives up quickly.

"There's plan worked." Peter puts his hands in his pockets. "He thinks Collins is after him, too."

"It's just not his day." The small beta said.

"Well he's had more good ones than he deserves." Peter grabs his bag and hoists it onto his shoulder. Taking one last deep breath of the gorgeous island "Last chance. You could grab a free flight back to New York."

"No, Thanks." Mozzie said. "The world beckons."

"Any particular part?"

"Seriously? Just don't expect a postcard."

Robert MacLeish got on the plane in the distance. The two look at each other, seeing if it would be better to hug or shake hands. They decide on a hug.

"Make sure the feds keep the bargain they struck with Neal." Mozzie said seriously "He trusts you and dare I say it loves you."

Peter look surprised at that last part "I will."

"I know." Mozzie starts walking away.

"Hey Mozzie." He turned to look at Peter a bit with a raised eyebrow. "Elizabeth is still single and waiting for you"

Peter glances back to see Mozzie stuck in surprise.

"I suggest you don't keep her waiting for long." Peter says walking towards the airplane with MacLeish in it.

Collins's green jeep pulls up right on time. Peter walked up in front of the Jeep to Neal's side while Collins got out of the car and took the back way.

"Look at this, Neal. Agent Burke's been worried about you. Traveled all the way here and almost didn't get to say goodbye." Collins opens the door while Neal grabbed the top of the Jeep to get out. Collins steps closer to Peter. "Plus he is an omega slut."

Peter just smirks. "How's that nose feeling?"

Collins glares at him and yanks Neal out of Jeep.

"Good to see you again, Peter." Neal said, teeth clench trying to rip Collins throat out for his comment. Then he glances at Peter's bare chest and starts looking pedartory.

"You too." Peter said acting nonchalant."Congratulations. You caught him. Plan on taking him back on my charter?"

"You're not going to stop me, Omega." Collins said spitting the last word. Neal started to twitch a bit. They started moving towards the plane.

"No?" Peter walks on Neal's side "You should know who else is on that plane."

"What are you trying to pull, Omega?" He said spitting the word omega. Neal twitches again.

Peter tries to restrain himself from hitting Collins again. "Nothing. Henry Dobbs is on that plane. Had a feeling he'd be needing a flight."

"I don't give a damn about Dobbs." Collins says

"Oh, I think you do, because "Dobbs" is an alias." Peter excalmined. "You probably know him by his real name—Robert MacLeish."

Collins froze right in front of the plane steps and turned around. "Dobbs is Robert MacLeish?"

"The one and only." Peter grabbing an orange folder from his bag. "You play this right and you've landed the biggest score of your life."

"Robert MacLeish is on this plane, right now?"

"Yep." Peter passes him the orange folder. "Justice department has been fully briefed. There will be cameras and reporters. When we land on the Canary Islands, which, funny enough, does have extradition." He opened the folder and started to read it. "Now, you can say that you had nothing to do with his capture. Why give Neal all the credit? When we've gone through all this work to include you?" Collins looks at the windows on the airplane.

"See the part where you, uh, secretly recruited me to help you take down MacLeish?" Neal said pointing at the folder. "That was good thinking."

"You set me up." Collins looks at the two growling.

"For the win." Neal adds

"And what do you get out of this Caffery?" Collins questions

"My old desk back" Neal looks at Peter and smiles, Peter smiles back with a blush in his cheeks. "And not telling anyone about Peter being an omega."

Collins chuckles. "Well my job was to bring you back. But what happens to you in the system, that's up to the Bureau. And Peter's statis...I'll think about it."

"Then you'll have to admit to everyone that an omega broke your nose." Peter remarked. "Plus we have photos and a video proving it."

Collins looks between the two, knowing that they could be bluffing but after all of this, he is afraid to call their bluff. "Fine, no one will know."

They glance over just in time to see Robert MacLeish trying to grab the stairs and pull them up to get going. Peter puts his foot on the bottom step and Collins pulls out his gun.

"Don't try it, Dobbs." Peter says

"Kevin?" Dobbs replies.

Collins cocks his gun pointing at MacLeish. "Back away from the door, MacLeish. No more running. I'm hauling your ass back to New York." He waves the gun to show MacLeish to move to the side and back into the seat. Collins gets on the plane first.

Peter glances at Neal "You hear that, we're going home."

"We're going home." Neal stares at Peter, he reaches his cuffed hands to Peter's hand giving a soft squeeze. Peter glances at his hand then to Neal. His heart stopped a beat, looking at the adoration and love in Neal's eyes..Peter blushes looking at their hands. He gives a squeeze back then let's go to put his arm around Neal's shoulders, guiding him onto the plane. Before they hit the steps they turn to see Mozzie leaning against one of planes looking at them. They nod at the beta with a smile and get onto the plane.

Neal gets on first with help from Peter. Once Peter gets on he grabs the stairs and closes the door for the plane to take off. Collins takes off Neal's handcuffs off to put them on MacLeish. Robert gives Peter another look before looking at the handcuffs.

They all get to their respected seats.

There are six rows of seats, two together on each side. The six row was more of a love seat. Collins and MacLeish sit in the second row on the left with Collins by the aisle.

Neal rubbed his wrist then began to walk towards the back of the plane. Peter followed quickly behind wanting to talk to the ex-con man. Neal walks to the sixth row then stops once they are out of Collins and MacLeish sight. Before Peter could say anything, he dragged the omega to the farthest seat. He sat down with his bad leg on the seat and the other on the floor. He put Peter between his legs and made him lean back into his chest while the alpha wrapped his arms around his waist. Gliding his head onto the shoulder, kissing the omegas neck.

"Neal, Come on." Peter quietly whined trying to get out of his lap but each time he tried, Neal tighten his grip. Neal trails his nose up and down my neck and then growls loudly.

"Neal… What is wrong?" Peter trying to calm down the angry Neal.

"What is wrong is an understatement. I can smell three different alpha whiplash on you." He growled, glaring at MacLeish. "One of them being Dobbs."

Peter sat there stunned. Alpha whiplash is when an alpha "whips" his scent on an unmated omega. The alpha does have to be in close approx but not touching, the closer you are the stronger it is. Each alpha having different scents, same as omegas. Betas are neutral usually. The thing about Alpha whiplash is the omega can't tell when it happens until much later and is usually very much unwanted.

Peter sighed, knowing it's going to take forever to wash those off. "It's Okay Neal."

Neal lets out a primal growl in response, gripping harder on Peter.

"Neal. Relax I can wash them off when we get back." Peter whispered.

"I know you can but..." Neal growled, glaring at Dobbs. Peter tries to calm him down but soon he is pushed off Neal's lap. Neal get up and starts stalking over to Dobbs.

"Neal. Stop this." Peter begged grabbing Neal's arm. The alpha turned to the omega with rage singing through his veins and fire in eyes. Pete gulped while Neal kept stalking forward. Three alphas in a tiny airplane all about to fight over an omega. Not an ideal situation at all. Peter got up trying to think of how to stop Neal. He grabbed Neal by the shoulder right before he made it to the two other alphas. Neal was about to open his mouth, when Peter yanked him and slammed their lips together. Neal stood there shocked but Peter pursued him further and slipped my tongue into his mouth. That got the alpha's attention, slipped his hands to the other's waist and took control over the kiss. While Neal was distracted, Peter slowly stepped them back to the sixth row. Suddenly breaking the kiss, tossing Neal into the seat they were occupying. Peter straddle him, trying to avoid the injured leg. He grabbed the soft wavy brown locks, pulled it back and dove in for another kiss. Once Peter was sure Neal was okay, he let go with a pant.

"What was that for?" Neal said after a few deep breaths.

"To keep you from making a scene." Peter put his head on the other's shoulder, cuddling into Neal.

"But the whiplash from the three alphas and Dobbs being one of them."

"Well then scent me" Peter blurted out.

Neal stared at Peter in surprise. Scenting was quite an inmate act and requires skin to skin contact but must also be permitted by the omega. The scenting makes it clear who the alpha is, it erases all whiplashes left on and also repels whiplashes. But usually scenting only happen when you where with your intended.

"Are you sure?" Neal asked, always the gentlemen. Who also will never admit that he hasn't ever scented someone.

"I wouldn't of asked if I didn't want it" Peter answered, raising his head to look Neal in the eyes. Peter raises his chin, still looking at Neal. Neal slowly comes forward, rubbing his nose along both sides of the presented neck. Peter tries not giggle at the Neal stubble tickling him but fails. He could feel Neal's smile on his neck. Neal leans his head up and gives Peter a kiss on the nose then journey's down the other side of the soft neck. Neal leaves kisses after he is done then rubs his hand up and down the omega's back making the FBI agent purr softly. They both slowly drift off to sleep with dreams of their future.

The Next Day

"Should be of the cane in a week." Neal spoke as him and Peter walked slowly back to Neal's old desk.

They aren't able to get their shots until January. Until then Neal just has to wear a spray that mask that he is an alpha while Peter must take pills to balance his hormones and suppress his heat. Also wearing a spray that neutralizes the scent. So mostly back to normal.

"You think so?" Peter asked, putting his hand in his pockets so he doesn't grab Neal's hand. They still haven't talked but they both figure it can wait. It's not like Nela can go anywhere.

"Maybe."

"Yeah"

"Caffery." Jones says, him and Diana walk up to them. Jones brings up his hand. "Welcome back."

"Thank you, Jones." Neal shaking Jones' hand. "Thank you both for bringing me back. Almost lost something that I could never replace."

Neal looks at Peter while Peter tries not to blush but smiles. Diana looks at the two with a knowing smile.

"You know I thought I would always be the one to shoot you in the leg." Diana says making the three FBI agents chuckle.

Neal chuckles sarcastically then scowls playfully at Peter.

"Well there's always next time." Neal says moving items around on his desk, moving slowly to the chair.

"Well, I hope you get a next time." Diana said. "What he did, he did for Peter."

"Yeah. I get that." Neal says knowing full well the only reason he got his deal back was because of Peter. He looks at Peter with a sad smile with unspoken words of 'I'll make up for all of the trouble I caused. '

"Looks like you got something special." Peter points at the gift bag on the desk.

"Aside from the beard." Jones added.

Neal opens the brown folder, reading the letter within.

"A letter of appreciation." Neal huffs. "I'll have to get it framed."

"He's mad because I denied him the reward money for catching MacLeish." Peter said to Diana and Jones with a smile.

"A medal would have been nice. Or something else." Neal says eyeing Peter. "That's all I'm saying."

Peter blushes at the one comment and quickly says "Later" Realizing what he said he turned around trying to calm down. Neal just sat down with a huge grin.

"Well, you know, speaking of medal, Jones-." Peter coughed, pointing at Jones trying to control his blushing. Diana stares between Peter and Neal wondering what exactly happened on that island. She soon shook her hand and joined Jones on the 'Medal'

"Yeah, Caffery." Jones grabs something out of his drawer. Neal looks around at us suspiciously. "You do get a medal." .

Jones holds the ankle tracking bracelet like an emmy award then begins dramatically walking over to Neal with a booming voice "And the award for best foreign capture goes to…"

"Neal Caffery." Diana ends.

"May I?" Jones says.

"Yeah, Of course." Neal says lifting his uninjured leg. Jones puts it on Neal's ankle, it clicks it in place and beeps with a sound of security.

"Comfortable?" Peter asked

"Yeah. Feels like home." Neal says flatly.

"Good." Peter says giving Neal a little wink.

Later that Night at Neal's Place

Neal is sitting drawing on a canvas, he leaves the door cracked in case June wants to come in. Or if possibly Peter. Neal told him he can come by anytime just shoot a text. He glances at his phone, wondering if he should text Peter.

Neal is stopped by his thoughts when he hears the door creak and sees his friend, Ellen.

"Ellen"

"Oh don't get up you'll hurt yourself."

Neal laughs at her mothering ways and gives her a hug. "It's more annoying then it is painful."

"It's so good to see you Neal." She hugs him closely. They part and she fiddles with her hands. "So I made the right decision trusting Peter?"

Neal nods. "But I do have to ask what convinced you?'

Ellen starts walking around a bit. "Well it was actually his sister. Very nice lady. Umm.. you see Peter came to me first, trying to talk to me and well I slammed the door in his face. Later that night, his sister dropped by. I believe her name was Elizabeth. Well she was telling me about you and Peter's past and the danger you were so I decided to help him find you."

Neal stood there "What did she say"

"Well about you helping at the FBI and being there for a couple years and such. How you and Peter built a bond. You know."

"What did she say that convinece you" Neal knew that she was hiding something.

"Umm well she said that you two were soulmates and that he loved you very much." Ellen continued. "And I didn't believe myself until I saw you hang up on him."

Neal stood there and nodded. "So you know that I wish to pursue him? I would like for your approval since you are the closet to family that I have."

Ellen smiled "You know that's not true but of course I will approve. As long as your happy."

Neal hugged her again with a soft thank you.

Ellen slowly walked over to the drawling that Neal was working on before she came in. It was Peter sitting on the beach, relaxed and handsome. She smiled but started to tear up. "The marshals are shipping me off in a few weeks."

"Where?" Neal asked already knowing the answer.

"No where close I'm afraid." Ellen walks over to the balconey looking at the skylights "Spent too much exposure here. Both of us gets a brand new start."

"Few weeks, huh?" Neal says putting his hands in his pocket. "I wish to know who my dad is."

"Neal, you don't want to dig up the past."

"I do, everything I belive was false. I left not knowing who he was. Running away from the past." Neal continued. "But I'm not running anymore and I need to know."

Ellen looks at him then at her hands then the skyscrapers. She whispers softly "I promise."

"You promise?"

"I promise I'll tell you the story before I leave but not tonight." She wipes the tears from her face walking towards Neal putting a hand on his face motherly then taps it. "Tonight tell me about the island and Peter."

"Gladly"

FBI: WHITE COLLAR

"You talk to Caffery on the phone, you had a map with his location circled on it, the board wants to know how to came to pass." Reese told Peter.

They were in Reese's office discussing what has happened in the past week. Reese stands with his arms crossed and Peter stands on the other side of the desk.

"Reese, I didn't aid or abet." Peter replied "I didn't know where he was, so made the phone call to track him."

"Kramer had it out for Caffery and then you, after you helped him return the Raphael."

"I know."

"Caffery's case has risen to the level of deputy director and inspector general, and a lot of your work is being put under the microscope." Reese firmly spoke. "You were expressly ordered off Neal's case. You broke the rules."

"I understand."

"And as far as D.C. is concerned, it was Collins who helped Caffery bring home MacLeish, not you."

Silence filled the room. Peter thought carefully of his next words.

"Now that Neal is back I will make sure that we both of us stay on the straight and narrow."

Reese sighed "Afraid we already passed that, Peter."

Peter looks at Reese, realization hitting him on what he meant.

Peter walks numbly up to Diana, Jones and Neal. He can vaguely hear Neal telling them the story of how they got off the island. Peter stops in by them, not saying anything. Just his head low and hands in his pockets.

"Everything alright?" Neal concerned starts to get up but Peter stops him with his hand.

"No. I have been reassigned." Peter voice trembles a bit.

"What do you mean?" Neal stands up wanting to figure out what is wrong and comfort his ome- the omeg- Peter.

Peter pauses, takes a deep breathe then looks at Neal trying not to cry "It means I'm no longer working white collar."