I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.

Peter's Point of View-

I had arrived to my office at my normal time not seeing Neal sitting at his, which was usual for him. I went and filled my mug going back to my office staring at my computer and over the case file that we are working on this week checking Neal's desk to see if he has arrived, it has gotten to 8:30 and he still hasn't arrived. I sat there staring at it when Jones walked by getting me to hollar after him.

"Yes boss?" Jones asked walking back and into my office.

"Pull up Neals anklet to see where he's at and where he has been today." I said.

"Will do sir." Jones said leaving my office as I pulled out my cell phone not seeing any texts or calls from anyone besides Elizabeth. "It looks like he has been to his apartment, he then walked to some elementary school then he is now on his way back to his apartment, he's probably there by now."

"Thanks Jones..." I said as Jones nodded walking out of my office as I dialed Neal's number to see what he is doing, it went to voicemail first then I called again and he finally answered.

"What?" Neal asked.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago." I said trying not to be angered with him.

"I know, I got sidetracked...I'll be there by 10, I promise you..." Neal said.

"Is that your work?" I heard a female asked.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"No one..." Neal said.

"Be here by 10, if not I will come get you, I found you once and I can find you again." I said knowing that it must be this Leslie chick. I hung up setting my phone on my desk, I rested my elbows on my desk leaning forward so my fists were pressed against my lips. I couldn't focus on the case at hand, so I tried my best researching this Leslie girl and looking at Neal's anklet seeing he had went to the bad part of town again. "I wonder if that is where Leslie lives." I thought as I searched for apartments near there and there were two apartment complexes and neither has a girl named Leslie living there. "Why is he going over there? It only makes sense she lives there..." I said as I leant back in my chair thinking about this looking at the paperwork of Neals anklet again when I saw Neal walk in carrying a basket of muffins, I checked my watch and it was 9:50 so he was right about being here by 10. I stood up waving for him to come to my office, he walked up the stairs into my office.

"I made you muffins." Neal said smiling as she set the muffins, "Their blueberry, I know they are your and Elizabeth's favorites." Neal said.

"Thanks...why were you late?" I asked as Neal sat down grinning his big grin.

"I was distracted, I was making those muffins..."

"You got to be kidding me? I'm not that stupid Neal...I heard someone at your apartment when I was on the phone with you."

"That, that was June...are we done? I got work to do..." Neal said.

"Yeah...you better not be late any other day..." I said as I turned to my computer watching Neal stand up heading out of my office and saying hi to everyone that he passed. I called down to Jones having him to come up.

"Yes boss?" Jones asked.

"Here, you can have these." I said shoving the basket towards him.

"Who brought them?" Jones asked.

"Neal..."

"Ooohhh." Jones said grabbing the basket.

"I think he may have poisoned them so I won't continue pursuing this whole Leslie girl thing." I said looking over at Neal who was typing away at his computer.

"You honestly think Neal will poison you sir?"

"He may, maybe not poison but he may be out to get me if he thinks I'm onto him...just get rid of them." I said as Jones nodded taking the muffins to the breakroom for people to eat them. I kept an eye on Neal through the day, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and I made sure he left before I did. I went home to Elizabeth setting the table for dinner. "Hey sweetie." I said putting my jacket up.

"Hey honey, how was work?" Elizabeth asked.

"Good...Neal was late to work today."

"Why?"

"He claims he was making us blueberry muffins." I said as I sat on the couch undoing my tie slightly.

"Oh, did you bring them home?" Elizabeth asked.

"No..."

"Why not?"

"I thought he poisoned them or something..."

"Peter, he's not going to poison blueberry muffins, why haven't you been trusting Neal lately?" Elizabeth asked putting one hand on the back of one chair and the other on her hip.

"Well, I don't know if I can, he's being all secretive again...I don't know what is going on anymore." I said.

"But, you got to trust him, he's your partner...have you tried asking him about this Leslie girl?"

"No, he doesn't know I know about her."

"Maybe that is why he doesn't tell you because you invade his privacy by always checking up on him by checking his anklet and what he does on that dang computer. You think he has learned his lesson by now." Elizabeth said walking back into the kitchen, she was right and she is always right.