A/N I couldn't help but think about the song Human as I wrote this. I just feel like it relates so much to the chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

"I think you are mistaken." Neal said, turning around. But his eyes, his soul, his being betrayed him. His smile couldn't drive away the tears coating his eyes, his charm couldn't cover up his yearning, and his pain from the loss of her couldn't cover up her love. Because she was his girl. She could break his heart a million times and he wouldn't give up. He was Forrest and she was Jenny, no matter how many times they were separated, they always orbited back. Like two boomerangs starting from the same place but thrown in opposite directions.

"Don't try to fool me, Neal." Kate smiled, and Neal melted again, his real smile replacing his fake one, and his arms separated, waiting for her.

Kate sat on the bed and leaned in. It was just like old times, just like her and Neal, just like peas and carrots. He was back and Kate was in his arms. She loved Neal; it wasn't something that she expected. Not from why they originally met. He was the screwed up mule, and she? She was the sadistic leader's girl. She never expected to love him, never expected his charm to work on her. But she was right in one way, his charm never worked on her. The fake him, the Caffery side, wasn't who she loved. She loved the Neal, the side that loved Mozzie, the side that was just a boy who had lost his mother, his father, who was broken and beaten, and yet. Yet, he still managed to smile, to pretend that everything was okay, that everything was going to be okay. He saw the bright side in life. And she loved that, she loved that he took everything in stride, that he just accepted things for how they were and moved on.

"It never worked anyway." Neal said and he just smiled. He took her, everything that he missed about her and he embraced it. He loved the way she smelled, like lilacs and gunpowder. He loved how she talked, her voice light and airy, yet holding potential, the potential to fight, to yell, to be aggressive and fight for what she believed in. He loved that she didn't take his fake him, that she only accepted the broken him that nobody tried to reveal.

Except Peter, except the Agent that had taken faith in him. Maybe not trust, but faith. Taking his life, his job, his marriage and putting it at risk. For a con-man that he had chased, had lost years to. And Neal couldn't help that revealing his cover was betraying that. He couldn't help but feel like he had a choice. The same choice that he had a year ago. The choice that had ended wrongly. He knew that the right choice was Peter, that everything good and sold in his life pointed to Peter but…. But his heart loved Kate. His soul told him to turn to Kate like a compass. And he just couldn't choose, he couldn't choose and he had to. But for now, he just pushed it down and moved on. Because he had Kate and for now, he didn't have to choose, he could just enjoy Kate.

"I missed you." Kate whispered into Neal's ear.

"I missed you too, you know what this means right?" Neal asked, they had a tradition, that whenever they got separated and found their way back they would do.

"Sherlock Holmes?" Kate asked, knowing that was exactly what he was talking about.

"What's a reunion without the one story about Sherlock's girl that got away?" Neal asked, prying open the book and settling down.

…

Peter relaxed when the conversation between Kate and Neal did not go down the path of death and covers blown. But that didn't mean that he was happy about it. So when Haversham showed up on his porch step wanting to talk, he let him in. Peter needed every view point he could get.

"Suit, there's something I need to tell you." Haversham stated and strolled through the door.

"What is it?" Peter sighed, he was hoping that this didn't have to do with Neal. He just didn't want it to be Neal, because Neal was already broken and didn't need to be hurt again.

"Kate, I have information on Kate and you won't like it." Haversham said, going into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of El's earthy red wine.

"What is it?" Peter ran a hand down his face. He was bone tired, stressed, and really didn't wat any more trouble for Neal.

Haversham took his time, he sat down on the beautiful couch in Peter's living room and set his wine glass on the table. Crossing his legs and cleaning his glasses, Mozzie looked at Peter. Then Peter understood, Mozzie didn't want to keep this from him, he wasn't stalling because it would get him in trouble. He was stalling because no matter how many times Peter thought Mozzie couldn't care less about his CI, he really did look out for Neal, and Mozzie knew this would hurt him. Mozzie knew that Peter would have to tell Neal, he knew that he would have to allow Neal to ride out the pain, and keep him from doing anything stupid. He knew, he knew, he knew. So he sat down and allowed Mozzie to take a few calming breaths before beginning.

"Kate loves Neal, we both know that. But the thing is, Suit, Neal loves her more, he would die for her, he will trust her and do everything to keep her happy. But that is their plan. Because, Kate loves Neal but she is in love with Edwards. She loves him as a friend, but we all know that in this business, friends are weaknesses that have to be eliminated. Edwards is using Kate to harm Neal." Haversham explained, downing his wine throughout the sentences.

Peter had to get Neal out of there, because Kate was with Neal and Neal had no intention of changing that.

A/N Yay, visit by the little man, thanks Jommy26 for the suggestion. I hope you like it, I can't believe that I'm already on Chapter 9, this is the longest running story I have ever written. Thank you guys for all of your support. Please review. Love y'all