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Chapter 2

Blue eyes watched the couple out in the hallway. Neal couldn't hear the exact words but he could still hear their tones. And see their facial expressions. He and Moz both smiled when the man put Ms. Know-It-All in her place. She was one of the worst here, if not the worst. She would help her favorites get homes and families but if she didn't like you then you were screwed. She would do everything she could to see you not get a home. While that didn't bother Neal, it actually made things easier for him; it was horribly unfair to Mozzie. To constantly see those blue eyes dull with disappointment every day that was what hurt Neal.

Both he and Moz's full attention was all on the scene outside now. He watched Moz laugh at the woman's face. "The suit is so putting that woman in her place." Neal smiled at hearing Mozzie laugh; the older blue eyes were practically dancing with mirth. He was glad to see his only friend happy but he was still apprehensive about the situation. It was rather obvious that the adults were arguing about them. Neal sighed at that. Why couldn't understand he was content the way things are?

"It's cheap suit too." Neal stated, trying to find fault in the couple. He needed to be prepared in case they came in.

Mozzie sighed. "It's not a designer suit, no. But that's not the point Neal."

"What is your point Moz?"

"The point is they look like a nice couple. They could make a nice family." Mozzie told him, gazing at him sadly. Neal snorted.

"Oh yeah. The guy who's suit screams fed, will make us a great family." Neal responded blandly, not even bothering to keep the disbelief out of his tone. Mozzie, however, continued his disappointed gaze. The younger turned away, not bothering to continue an argument that had been going on for years.

"Neal, I know I've said it before but-" He was interrupted by the door opening in a flurry of commotion. The three adults that had been arguing outside brought it inside. The adoption agent was still trying to persuade the couple to look at other children, but her words seemed to strengthen their resolve. When the couple stepped inside they basically barricade the agent out. Neal watched, shocked as they shut the door in the woman's face. Mozzie full out laughed and Neal let his real smile sneak on his face.

Peter sighed, relieved that they could be away from the obnoxious adoption agent, if only for a little while. The laughter from behind him brought forth a smile. He had a feeling these kids didn't laugh all that much. That smile dulled a bit though, when he realized there was only one person laughing. Turning, he saw the one laughing was the older teen, Mozzie. The other teen, Neal, looked to be smiling, but when those youthful blue eyes met his, the smile was replaced with an impassive mask. The FBI agent hesitated, unsure of what to do or say to the two teens. Elizabeth, on the other hand, did not hesitate a second. Peter watched proudly as his wife walked, or marched rather right up to the two boys before placing herself right in between them.

He gave a deep laugh at the look on their faces: complete and utter disbelief. It seemed no one had treated the teens like that before. Elle had that way about her; she could make anyone completely comfortable. Her talents appeared to work quite well on Mozzie, he opened up quite easily. As Peter came and sat next to Mozzie he watched Neal watch both he and his wife suspiciously. "Hello Mozzie. Nice to meet you, I'm Peter."

He held his hand to the teen. Mozzie seemed to pause before reaching out himself. "Hi Peter." Peter gave a sigh of relief at Mozzie's reaction. He was much more open than Neal, who only appeared to give a standoffish vibe. Peter smirked, not that his attitude would discourage Elle.

"So, Mozzie, how old are you?" He asked, trying to start a conversation with the teen.

Mozzie seemed to sigh at the question. "I'm 17. I lost my parents, used to live on the streets and I've been here for almost a year." The bald teenager gave him a smirk. "You're going to have to ask better questions than that suit." Peter blinked, speechless for a second, before he laughed again.

"Alright." Peter said once his chuckles ceased. "Why are you here?" He asked, giving a more personal question rather than the ones Mozzie had probably heard countless times before.

Mozzie seemed to start at the question. Peter watched memories swirl in those grey-blue eyes. The pain and sadness in them gave Peter pause. He regretted the question almost immediately, this kid had had enough pain in his life; he didn't need to be reminded of it again. His regret diminished a little when he saw strength replace the pain Mozzie's eyes.

He was surprised when Mozzie gestured for them to continue their conversation across the room. Peter received a surprised look from Elle, but he shrugged not understanding the situation either. Once the two were a couple feet from the couch, Mozzie turned to him. "The answer to your question in Neal." Peter looked at the young teen, surprised before giving his attention back to Mozzie. "Long story short, I met Neal out on the streets probably four years ago. He became my brother in everything but blood. One of our close friends was killed doing a job before we came here. I couldn't take the thought of Neal being hurt like that. I've been looking after him for so long that…" Mozzie's voice faded as he watched his 'brother' who now was blatantly ignoring everyone in the room. Peter looked down at the teen that was wise beyond his years. He clasped him on the shoulder to give him some comfort, and to let Mozzie know he understood.

When Mozzie stared up at him thankful, Peter felt his heart clench. He badly wanted to care for both him and his younger brother. The words street kids floated into his thoughts but Peter brushed it aside. He could tell these kids had good hearts and while they may have done bad things, he knew that if you continued to treat them like criminals that would be all you'd get. Glancing to the couch Peter saw Elizabeth smiling at him. She seemed to have the same idea as he did. Neal and Mozzie were already a family. And the Burkes wanted to add to that family.

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