AN: Well, I'm going to keep going with this, since the support for it is waaaay higher than I expected, so thank you all! Updates might be a little slow, seeing as I only had the first chapter written, and I'm a full time student, but I'll try to get stuff up as soon as possible. : )

Also, in regards to Duffy1's question, a CI is a Confidential Informant. They work with law enforcement for either money, a deal, or a reduced sentence for their own crimes. So they don't necessarily have to have gone to prison, like Neal.

Fifteen minutes later, Neal slid into the passenger seat of Peter's Taurus.

"What don't you understand about ten minutes? And what in the world are you wearing?" Peter asked as he started driving. He glanced over at Neal's clothes. He was wearing a gray long-sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. The ex-con just rolled his eyes at him.

"June was surprised I was back so early and wanted to talk quick." Neal explained.

"Ok, I get that. Now why are you wearing those clothes? I've never seen you so dressed down." Peter said in amused shock, "You're even dirty!" He added, noticing the grass stains on Neal's clothes and dirt smudged on his hands and face.

"I didn't actually get the chance to change or clean up. I ended up talking to June longer than I thought."

"What in the world were you doing that you actually got dirty?" Peter asked, extremely amused by the "rugged" appearance of his consultant.

"We were outside and Haley tends to get overly spontaneous when she's outside, more so than if we go to a club or a restaurant. I didn't want to risk ruining a nice suit rolling down hills in Central Park." Neal explained as he tried to scrub the dirt off his face looking in the vanity mirror.

"I can't even picture that." Peter chuckled.

"Picture what?" Neal asked, giving up on making himself anymore presentable without a bar of soap and a change of clothes. He looked over at Peter, who was trying not to laugh, a battle he lost.

"You rolling down a hill like a little kid!" Peter laughed, slapping the steering wheel with his palm. Neal couldn't help the smile that crept up on his face.

"Yeah, well, Haley has this thing about disrupting the social norm and living for the moment when it presents itself. A couple glasses of wine doesn't help the situation either." He explained, then added, "I don't think I've had this much clean fun since before you started investigating me."

Peter glanced over at Neal, seeing a sad little smile on his lips as he remembered those days. He looked away quickly as Neal's attention came back from the memories he was wondering in.

"So." Peter started, casually, "How'd you meet her exactly?"

"Mozzie introduced us."

"When?"

"She came to visit Mozzie when he was in the hospital while I was there one day. We met like that a couple more times before Mozzie was cleared to leave. She actually made him stay at an apartment she had. Which was surprisingly in my radius. So I obviously hung out with her and Moz quite a bit. Then one day, she asked me out for drinks. And as they say, the rest is history."

"She had him stay at her apartment? How well does she know him?"

"I don't know." Neal said. Peter glared over at him. Neal looked back at him, blue eyes stern as he repeated himself, "I honestly don't know, Peter. All they ever talked about was wine, art, books, cult classic movies, those kinds of things. So if they ever talked about anything they'd done together in the past, it wasn't when I was around."

Neal shifted his body away from Peter and turned so he was looking out the passenger window. The two men were silent for awhile.

"What do you think she does?" Peter asked.

Neal didn't turn to face him, "I told you, she's a CI for the Vegas White Collar division." Once again, they were both silent, "I don't know for sure, but I think she was an information fence of some kind. She's very good with people and can talk around and out of any kind of situation, from what I've experienced."

Peter looked over to see Neal looking at him again. He smiled and nodded, not asking anything else. Neal had told him the truth, and he appreciated that.

"So where exactly is it that we're going? Still need at least an overview for this case you know." Neal said in a cheerful tone, flashing a grin of reassurance for Peter.

"Funny you said overview, cause that's really all I've got to go off of. Hughes didn't get into specifics when he called me. Something to do with the Organized Crime Unit and an unidentified body that isn't the tenant of the apartment it was found in." Peter said, trailing off as he maneuvered through heavy traffic.

"Aaaaaand, how is this our case?" Neal asked, gripping the 'oh shit!' handle as Peter swerved around cars, "I thought Ruiz hates me and doesn't want me anywhere near his operations?"

"Like I said, Neal, I don't know any more than what I just told you. Jones should be there already and Diana will meet us there."

"Why's Jones there by himself? What's Diana doing?" Neal asked suspiciously.

"I had her stop by the office to grab some files." Peter said flatly. Neal stared at him for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Peter started fidgeting under those bright blue eyes.

"You had her check the database for Haley, didn't you?" He asked in a serious tone.

Peter swallowed shallowly, glancing over at Neal, expecting to see him angry. Instead, Neal was struggling to to maintain a serious face, and failing as he started laughing. Peter wasn't sure why, but he started smiling himself.

"What's so funny?"

"You didn't think I would know you'd run it through the system when I told you her name."

"Again, what's so funny about that?"

Neal sniffed a little, wiping his nose, "I don't know, just is."

Peter didn't respond. Instead, he turned the car down a side street and into an apartment parking garage. He parked the car and got out. Neal followed suit, still smiling. The two didn't exchange any words as they walked into the building and got in the elevator going up to the 14th floor. Jones was standing close to the elevator doors as they opened. He didn't look happy, but smiled when he saw Neal.

"Whoa, what's up with the clothes Neal?" He asked amusedly. Neal rolled his eyes at him.

"What's the deal Jones?" Peter asked, stepping out of the elevator, Neal on his heels.

"I haven't even been allowed to view the scene. Ruiz said no one from White Collar was allowed in till you and Neal showed up." Jones explained as all three of them walked down the hall till they reached an open door with yellow tape across it. They ducked under it, coming face-to-face with a small woman. Her short blond hair was pulled back into two small pig-tails, long bangs covering her forehead. Her bright gray eyes glanced over Jones, then Peter, and landed on Neal. A huge grin lit up her face.

"Hey there gorgeous." She said, her voice high and sweet.

Peter opened his mouth to ask her who she thought she was, but before he could say anything, Neal responded.

"Well hello beautiful. Wasn't expecting to see you again so soon."