AN: Oh boy, it is amazing how 10:30pm turns into 12:30am, in what my internal clock says is 20mins. This chapter doesn't quiet have the flow I wanted it to, but I then again, I'm not good at transitions, and that's basically what this is. I am however, good at run-on sentences, as that last one just proved. Please review, they make me happy. : ) Enjoy!
The drive to June's was uneventful and a great deal quieter than the drive to the bureau earlier. When they got there, Peter parked the car behind the outside protection detail's car. After he chatted with them for a minute, he walked Neal and Haley towards the house. He noticed a really nice motorcycle parked close to the corner.
"Wow, that's a really nice bike." Peter mused out loud.
"Thanks! I've actually wrecked that thing three different times. I just keep having it rebuilt and repainted every time." Haley said casually.
"How in the world did you wreck that bike three times and not lose your license?" Peter asked in disbelief.
"Racing."
"Street racing?"
"Oh no, track racing. Not professionally of course, just for fun. A bunch of people I've known since I was a kid rent a track every couple months and have private races. The bike is totally street legal, if you were wondering, which you were."
"Wait, you race motorcycles and do parkour?" Neal asked, shocked, "I'm just learning all sorts of new things about you tonight."
"What's that supposed to mean?" One of Haley's eyebrows was cocked upwards, "Oooooooooooh, you saw my FBI file didn't you? We'll talk about that later." She flashed a smile and winked at him.
"What is parkour?" Peter asked, unaware of the second part of exchange, as he tried to place the word.
"It's also known as free running." Haley explained, and when Peter didn't respond, she elaborated, "Where you just keep running, climbing, and jumping no matter what's in your way."
"They climb up walls and jump from building-to-building." Neal added, "You know, urban ninja stuff. YouTube it sometime, it's amazing what these people can do."
"That's where I heard that word before. One of El's clients sent that to her and she showed me." Peter recalled. He looked at Haley in disbelief as they walked up to June's front door, "I can't imagine you doing that, you're kinda small."
Haley just stuck her tongue out at him as Neal opened the door and paused in the doorway. Peter almost walked into him.
"Hey! What are you doing Neal?" Peter asked irritably.
"Oh Neal!" June's motherly voice came from the sitting room as she got up and rushed over to hug him, "Frank, Mozzie, and Gary told me what happened. I'm so glad the FBI found out before anything bad happened to you. You too, Haley dear." She released Neal and embraced Haley too.
"The Old Man still here?" Haley asked, pulling away from the older woman.
"What do you think, brat?" A gruff voice came from the sitting room. June led Neal, Peter, and Haley over. Mozzie and another short man were sitting in chairs, while June rejoined an elderly man on the sofa.
"Shut-up, Old Fart. Don't make me drug your scotch." Haley threatened, "You know I'll do it."
"I think some introductions are in order." Peter said, trying to be pleasant and stop the bickering.
"I know of you, Agent Burke. The man who caught the man who stole my devil child's heart." The old man paused as he swatted away a paper ball Haley threw at him, "Where are your manners, child? I am Franklin Donovan. Haley is my adopted daughter, and a natural hell raiser. We live down the street from my dear Lady June here." He finished saying, picking up June's hand and kissing it. Haley rolled her eyes him while she walked over to the man sitting in the chair next to Mozzie,
"This is Gary. Say hello Gary!"
The man was only slightly taller than Mozzie, and had short sand colored hair. He grumbled something that caused him and Haley to get into a brief and quiet argument.
"Now kids…" Neal mocked them with a smile. Gary started raising his hand to flash a rude gesture at him when Haley smacked him in the back of the head.
"Hey! I could charge you with assault you know!" He squeaked angrily.
"But you won't."
"No, I won't. And now that I know you are safe from the FBI once more, I should be getting home." He stood to leave.
"Um, forgetting about something Gary?" Neal asked.
"And what would that be, turn-coat?" He grunted as Haley kicked him lightly in the calf.
"Your apartment is a crime scene right now, remember? Robbi, shot dead, in the middle of your antique Persian rug." She explained amusedly.
"Oh, right. Hey Frankie, you mind?"
"Not at all, my boy. Let's get going, I've got a doctor appointment at ten." Frank rambled, getting to his feet slowly. June escorted the two men out and declared she was going to bed herself.
"What are you doing tonight Moz?" Neal asked his friend.
"I'll crash on your couch." Mozzie said, then headed up the stairs to Neal's rooms.
Peter sat down on the recently vacated sofa. Neal sat down next to him, and Haley lay out on the floor.
"So where's your body guard?" He asked Haley.
"Oh, he's around. How else would my bike had made it here? He likes to keep his distance until an imminent threat presents itself. Trust me; he's damn good at this. He's save my skin on multiple occasions in varying situations."
The couple stayed downstairs with Peter till the second FBI detail showed up. After they finally got him to leave, they made their way upstairs. When they reached Neal's door, he grabbed Haley's hand as she reached for the door knob.
"Ok, I really got to know. Is what's in your file true? Are you Zee Mann?" He asked her quietly. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled.
"You can't tell the FBI, or any form of law enforcement for that matter. It's our little secret. Except the Old Man knows. And Gary. And Mozzie. And a couple others. But that's beside the point." She leaned in closer to his ear before whispering, "And what I said about being a fan of yours is still true."
Neal's ear-to-ear fell as he opened the door to his rooms, revealing Mozzie arranging files across the dining room table.
"You guys really want to do this now?" Neal whined, looking longingly at his bed.
"You know what they say Gorgeous, 'sleep when you're dead'. Which if we don't do this now, will be sooner rather than later." Haley ruffled Neal's hair and walked over to the table, taking out several files from her messenger bag.
"So what's our plan of action here?" Mozzie asked as he flipped through the new files.
"I say we figure out how much we actually tell the FBI, and then go to bed." Neal proposed, joining the other two by the table.
"I second the motion!" Haley said with an authoritative voice as she put her laptop on the table.
"Well then, let's get to work; we have a busy, sleep deprived day ahead of us."