The months passed slowly for Peter. He swore that he saw Neal everywhere. He could hear him laughing or catch a glimpse of his crooked grin in his own reflection. Anytime he saw a fedora, he thought of the little trick Neal would do with his hat. Everyday, Peter fought back tears. Everyday, Peter missed his best friend. They say that time heals all wounds, but Peter was starting to doubt that. El tried her best to make him happy, but he was still grieving. He tried to hide it at home, because El needed help with the baby.

Peter glanced at his watch and started packing up for the night. He stood and left his office. He glanced at Neal's desk as he passed. Everything was just as he left it. No one touched it. Peter drove home in silence and plastered on a fake smile, when he walked through the front door. El was sitting at the table feeding the baby. She smiled at him when he walked in.

"Hi, Hon. How was your day?"

"Good." Peter took his coat off. "And yours?"

"Busy." She giggled as she feed the baby another spoon full of food. Peter set his suitcase down and sank into the couch. He closed his eyes and imagines of Neal flooded his mind. He opened his eyes quickly and fought back tears.

"Honey?" Peter looked at his wife. He could tell she was concerned. "Peter, what's wrong?"

"It's been a year, today." El's eyes were immediately full of tears.

"I know."

"I'm going to go for a drive." El just nodded and Peter walked towards the front door.

Peter lay awake in bed. He couldn't seem to close his eyes and drift off into peaceful sleep. He glanced at the clock. It was one in the morning. Peter's phone started buzzing on his night stand and he picked it up. He walked out of the room, before he answered.

"Peter Burke."

"Oh, thank God you answered Peter."

"June?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I think someone might be in my home."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"I did, they said there was no one available at the moment and it could take them up to 3 hours to get here."

"OK. I'll be right there." Peter slipped on some shoes and grabbed his gun. He ran out the door and raced to June's home. She was sitting on the front porch when he pulled up. She stood and smiled at Peter.

"Thank you for coming. I heard noises upstairs and I went to investigate. Before I opened the door, I heard footsteps and ran outside." Peter pulled his gun from his holster.

"I'll go check it out." Peter walked into the house and quickly cleared the downstairs. He then slowly walked up the stairs and started clearing the rooms. So far he had found nothing. The last place left to look was were Neal had stayed. Peter took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The room was dark. Peter slowly walked in. He saw a figure in the corner by the bed, they seemed hunched over.

"Freeze! F.B.I" The figure turned towards Peter and slowly placed their hands in the air. The figure groaned in pain and spoke with a shaky voice.

"Don't shoot." Peter nearly dropped his gun, the voice sounded like Neal. His hand flew to the light switch and light flooded the room. The figure placed a hand over their eyes. "I was trying to be quiet, I didn't mean to startled June."

"Neal?"