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Elizabeth was standing on the porch frantically searching for her keys when the door opened. Neal stood there with his charming smile, but looked rather uncomfortable.

"Neal! Is everything alright? I was walking up the steps and I heard a really loud noise." Elizabeth asked worriedly.

"Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. I, um, I fell down the stairs." Neal said with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" Elizabeth asked moving forward and placing concerned hands on Neal to check him over, but Neal moved back slightly stopping her.

"I'm fine Elizabeth." Neal assured her. "But I was actually running down the stairs to tell you that you might want to leave before Peter knows your here."

Elizabeth looked at Neal like he had two heads and laughed.

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"Well, because Peter is in a REALLY bad mood. He's complaining about everything and he's going through the whole house making a mess. I just thought before you came in and ruined your day that's probably going great so far, you could find something else to do until later, give Peter sometime to clean up and cheer up." Neal explained. It wasn't technically a lie in Neal's opinion because Peter was in a bad mood and although it was disgusting bathroom water that was making a mess through the house it was Peter's fault it was happening.

"Neal," Her tone was a verbal warning. "did you do something to put Peter in a bad mood?"

Neal leaned back slightly and held up his hands. "I haven't done anything!"

She looked at him long and hard, but when Neal gave her his signature cheeky grin she rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Are you sure he doesn't need me to do anything?"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. You can't be married for as long as you two have and doubt him on doing handiwork. He knows what he's doing." Neal quoted Peter.

"Ahh, I see he has given you the famous 'I can do anything' speech. That is usually followed by something bad happening." Elizabeth replied. "Nothing bad has happened, has it?"

"Other than me falling down the stairs, no." Neal said shifting his weight. TO Neal, that wasn't a lie either because flooding the whole house wasn't bad, it was far worse than bad.

"Are you sure you're okay? That sounded like a pretty hard fall." Elizabeth said, as she moved to check Neal over again. But Neal stopped her and so did Peter's voice.

"Neal?" Peter yelled from upstairs.

"Uh-oh, sounds like you've been summoned. I guess I'll find something to do in the city for awhile. Let me know if you need anything!" Elizabeth said as she started walking down the steps back to her car.

"Take me with you!" Neal whispered, in a teasing way. Elizabeth shook her head in amusement.

"NEAL?" Peter yelled once more. ELizabeth laughed when Neal jumped slightly and mouthed 'Help me' before shutting the door.

Neal started to run up the stairs, but quickly decided that a limp jog would be better when a dull pain formed in his knee and the water threaten to slip him again.

When Neal reached the bathroom, he found a completely drenched Peter sitting on the bathroom floor with a scowl on his face. The good news was that Peter had managed to stop the water.

"What took you so long?" Peter demanded as he slowly stood up from the floor.

"I had to get Elizabeth to leave. It wasn't easy and it didn't help any that she heard me fall down the stairs." Neal replied as he moved to help Peter stand.

"Oh yeah, probably not. Are you sure you're alright?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Neal replied. Peter looked like he was about to object but then shrugged.

"Yeah, Elizabeth wouldn't have left if she thought you were hurt." Peter agreed. "How'd you get her to leave anyway?"

"Oh, I just told her you were cranky and making a mess through the house." Neal stated as if there wasn't anything wrong with his explanation. Peter gave him an exasperated look.

"What? I didn't lie to her." Neal defended.

"Didn't lie to her? I'm not making a mess in the house. This nasty water is!" Peter shot back as he pointed to the brown greenish water on the floor.

"Yeaaaah, but it was your fault that it happened." Neal countered. Peter clenched his jaw and took a step toward Neal. Neal took a step back.

"Look, do you want to stand here and argue or do you want get this water cleaned up before it ruins the floor?" Neal asked with his hands raised in a surrender.

"Fine. But this is not over!" Peter said as he shoved Neal out of the bathroom into the hallway. Neal stumbled a bit as his knee protested, but Peter didn't notice. They made it to the hall closet to find more towels and began wiping up all the water. Neal went to start wiping up the water on the stairs, but Peter stopped him.

"You better let me do the stairs. We don't need you to break your neck." Peter teased. "At least before I get a chance to do it myself."

"I don't know what your so mad about, Peter. I-"

"Just start wiping up the water." Peter ordered with a huff.

Almost two hours later, the water was cleaned with no sign of damage. Peter and Neal piled the towels in the laundry room, Peter saying they would put them in the wash later. Neal tiredly sat down on the couch, massaging his aching knee until Peter came into the living room with two glasses of water. Neal outstretched his leg and leaned back into the couch cushions after he took a glass from Peter graciously. The older man plopped down beside him and drank greedily.

The two men sat there in silence for a few minutes until their water was completely gone. Peter sighed heavily before moving to get up. He pushed himself up off the couch, one hand pushing down on the couch, the other on Neal's knee. Unfortunately for Neal, it was his bad knee. He let out a cry of protest but quickly covered it with a cough. Peter looked back at him with a concerned look.

"Sorry, I just got choked." Neal lied smoothly. Peter gave him a hesitate look, but took Neal's glass and his to the kitchen sink.

He walked back into the living room and saw Neal jerk his hand away from his knee but didn't say anything.

"Okay, are you ready to get back to work?" Peter asked, clasping his hands together.

"Are you serious? After what just happened, you really think it's a good idea to continue?" Neal asked.

"Yeah." Peter nodded. "Come on."

Peter walked up stairs in front of Neal to the younger mans relief. His knee was hurting more since Peter had used it to push himself up off the couch. After what seemed like several minutes to Neal, they reached the top of the stairs and stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. Neither man spoke for a long time as they stared at the dreaded bathroom before them.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Neal asked.

"No." Peter replied placing his hands on his hips.

"Do you want to call someone else to do it?" Neal questioned. Peter waited a few seconds before answering.

"Yes." He agreed. "But were not going to tell Elizabeth about the flooding."

"Look at you! Mr. Brady keeping things from Mrs. Brady. I'm intrigued."

"Oh, hush. You make it sound like I'm having an affair." Peter scolded. "There's no reason that she needs to know and when we tell her that we're going to get someone to come fix it, we will tell her that we don't know how to fix it."

"Woah, woah, woah! First of all, what happened to "I can do handiwork" man? and second, What do you mean 'when we tell her?' " Neal asked as he followed Peter back down the stairs mindful of his knee.

"I can do handiwork. That isn't handiwork." Peter said. "And yes 'when we tell her'. You're just as much a part of this as I am."

"Only because you made me help you just because I came over." Neal retorted.

"Which reminds me," Peter said as he sat back down on the couch and watch Neal do the same, but stretch his leg out as he sat. "Why did you come over this morning?"

Neal laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

"I was bored."

Peter couldn't help but laugh. He reach forward and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. He quickly turned on the game. By the second inning, Peter noticed Neal had fallen asleep. Sinking down into the couch, Peter mimicked Neal by laying his head back against the cushions. After watching another inning, Peter had fallen asleep too.

Elizabeth came back home around five so she could fix her hard working boys a decent dinner. She opened the front door and was greeted by a happy Satchmo. She pet him and told him how much she had missed while she was out, then stood up and looked into the living room. The TV was on and both Peter and Neal sat on the couch, but it wasn't until she took a few more steps into the living room that she realized both men were identically laid back on the couch sound asleep. She smiled fondly and quietly laughed.

"Oh Satchmo, we've got to get a picture of this." She whispered pulling out her cellphone and quickly taking a picture.

She was fifteen minutes into cooking dinner when a sluggish Peter walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, honey! Did you and Neal have a productive day?" She asked as she gave him a hug. Peter stiffened a little and decided to wait and tell her the news when Neal was awake.

"Uh, yeah something like that." Peter answered. When she gave him a skeptical look he redirected, in a Caffrey like fashion. "So what's for dinner?"

"Well for you, I'm fixing deviled ham." She answered. "I'm fixing Neal a cornish hen."

Peter raised an eyebrow at her.

"I wanted to fix both of you something you really liked for working so hard today." She explained.

"Oh." Peter said a little too quickly.

"Is something wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

"No. Not at all. Have you, uh, have you looked at the bathroom yet?" Peter asked, hoping she hadn't.

"No. I wanted to wait until you were awake." She said and went back to cooking. "We'll go up after dinner. I can't wait to see it, hon."

"Oh. Okay." Peter said. He was feeding Satchmo when Elizabeth hollered out.

"Ugh! This is a brand new shirt and I just spilled this juice all down it!" She exclaimed as she threw down the dish towel she was trying to clean it up with. "I have to put some stain remover on this and throw it in the wash right now or it will never come out." Elizabeth left the kitchen to do just that. A few seconds later Peter's stomach dropped. He and Neal had fallen asleep before putting the, what had to be at least 30, towels in the wash.

He ran into the living room and shook Neal by the shoulders roughly.

"Neal! Wake up!" Peter yelled, but in a whisper. Neal just groaned. "Wake up right now, Neal! Get up!" Peter shook him again. This time Neal sat up. He blinked a few times against the light.

"Geez, Peter! What?"

"Elizabeth is home and she is going to the laundry room!" Peter informed.

"So? Why does that mat-... oh god the towels! Tell me you put them in the wash." Neal said, his voice fearful.

"No, I fell asleep watching the game."

"Oh God, Peter." Neal whined as he stood.

"Oh don't you start that. You fell asleep before I did." Peter shot back.

"So that means you should have-" Neal started to say but he was cut off by a furious shout.

"PETER! NEAL! GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!" Elizabeth's infuriated voice made both men cringe. They looked at each other, Neal swallowing thickly, before trudging up the stairs to what they were sure was a brutal ending waiting for them.

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