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

Neal's Point of View-

I leant forward against the back of the chair trying to calm down from how pissed I was, I stood up straight walking to the wall then turning back around pacing around my loft running my hands through my hair only to hear my phone ring. I pulled out my phone seeing Peter's name lighting up on my phone, I tossed it onto the table not wanting to talk right now. I heard it stop ringing knowing it went to voicemail, then heard it start ringing again and I picked it up seeing Peter's name again. 'What does he want?' I thought to myself as I let it go to voicemail again but yet it started ringing again, this time I figured just to answer it so he would stop calling me.

"What?" I asked when I picked it up finally.

"You might want to come back to headquarters." Peter said.

"No, I don't...there is no reason why I need to go back to headquarters." I said pissed still.

"Yes there is..." Peter said as I heard the phone moving around some.

"Hi Neal!" Olivia said excitedly on the other side.

"Olivia? Why are you at the FBI headquarters?" I asked shocked as I started heading out of my loft then.

"Mom dropped me off here...she said you will be here..." Olivia said.

"Where is your mom?"

"I don't know." Olivia said as I heard the phone moving again.

"Sarah escaped her anklet and was able to slide it onto Olivia's ankle so we can't track her..." Peter said when he got back on the phone.

"Alright...I'm on my way." I said as I hung up pissed at Sarah and knowing that she is risking going back into jail for escaping her anklet and pulling this stunt. I was trying to not let my personal emotions get in the middle of this case but I can't help but be pissed at her about what she did. I went up to the White Collar Unit seeing Olivia sitting up in Peter's office with Peter, Peter noticed me pointing in my direction when Olivia turned around running out of the office carrying her backpack and the Hannah Montana pillow that I had won her.

"Neal!" Olivia said running down the stairs and up to me.

"Come on, lets get you back to my place, you hungry?" I asked.

"Yes! You know where my mom is at?" Olivia asked.

"Don't worry about your mom, she will be home soon." I lied, I didn't know where she was or what she is thinking right now.

"Okay..." Olivia said, I led her back to my place where I made her dinner and as she ate I begun to go through her backpack making sure she had done all her homework. I pulled out an envelope that didn't belong that read 'Neal' on it, I opened it seeing a folded letter and I unfolded it seeing a written note from Sarah.

'Neal-

Sorry for what has happened thus far, by now you have seen the photo and know that I have ran out on you. I would like to talk to you tonight at the park at 10 PM, no FBI agents, no Mozzie, no Peter, no Olivia...just you and me.

-Sarah'

I shook my head in disbelieve as I read that short letter from her putting it aside and put Olivia's things back into her backpack before setting it aside. I took care of Olivia and put her to bed before I went downstairs telling June I will be back and to keep an eye on Olivia for me. I made my way to the park seeing Sarah sitting on a swing lightly swinging back and forth, she looked up seeing me standing on the sidewalk and I just paused in my tracks. Sarah stood up from the swing sticking her hands into her pockets, I felt the courage to start walking towards her and stood in front of her.

"I didn't think you would come." Sarah said.

"How could I not? I think I am owed an explanation."

"I think you owe me an explanation of that photo." Sarah said upset still over this photo.

"Alright, we both did things that the other didn't like or weren't completely honest about..." I said.

"Then, now will be the time we tell each other the truth and the whole truth." Sarah said as she sat back down in the swing and I sat in the swing beside her.

"I worked with your dad only for a couple of months before we begun to have our differences and I couldn't stand working with him..." I explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it is in my past and you want him in your past, so why bring up something we both want to put behind us..."

"It would have been nice to know that my boyfriend commited crimes with my dad..."

"Why did you run from me and leave Olivia at the agency with your anklet?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure if I could trust you nor if I wanted to trust you, then I realized I could never trust my dad. I wanted to run because let's be honest we both haven't been very truthful to each other, I wasn't sure if you would still want to be with me after everything and I knew that I couldn't live my life without knowing the truth. I know I can trust your word more than my dads so I kind of used my daughter as a lure to get you here to hear your side of the story." She explained.

"You were going to run?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't...I like it here, I actually had my life on track and thought it was going good, plus how could I leave you? Olivia wouldn't let me leave without you."

"What can I say? The girl loves me." I said smiling.

"How much trouble will I be in with Peter?" She asked looking over to me.

"Probably a lot, but when we get back to my place we will put your anklet back on and come with me in the morning to explain yourself." I said and she nodded understanding what had to be done.

"We have a messed up relationship." She said coldly looking down at her feet.

"No we don't...what part of our lives is normal? Does this anklet look normal?"

"True." She said chuckling.

"How did you get yours off?"

"A lot of butter, lotions and swelling on my feet..." She said.

"I bet...I guess I need to invest in more butter..."

"Yeah, I don't think you want the butter after what I did."

"I don't think so either..." I said grossed out thinking about it.

"Is there anything else you need to be truthful about?" She asked.

"I once open-mouthed kissed a horse..."

"What?" She asked giving me a weird look.

"I'm just joking...but there is one thing..." I said standing up and moving in front of her getting down onto one knee stopping her from rocking in her swing, "Sarah, will you marry me?" I asked pulling out the small ring box I still had in my pocket opening it for her to see the ring I had chose earlier that day.

"You want to marry me after everything?"

"Yes, whatever has happened has made my love for you grow more...we all make mistakes and we are a team...when I thought you ran, I was heartbroken, pissed and yet upset that we couldn't discuss this nor that you were able to give me a shot to explain. I can't imagine my life without you, your the good element in my life and I think we need each other." I explained.

"You still love me even after treating you the way I did?"

"Yes, do you still love me for not telling you the whole truth?"

"I guess we have a lot of work to do huh?" She said smiling.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Neal." She said smiling widely, I pulled the ring out sliding it onto her fragile finger and stood up only to bend over to press my lips against hers.

"Let's get you home future Mrs. Caffery so you can see your daughter." I said as I helped her off the swing leading her back to my loft where we spent the night cuddling in my bed not even being able to sleep a wink.