A/N: Thank you for all your overwhelming support. Seriously, reviews inspire me to write. Now, I know a lot of you have been wondering what Peter has been up to and this chapter is about him. There is slight Peter/El in this but nothing graphic. I hope you like it. Let me know how you are finding the story so far. Please R&R!
The shrill screaming of the alarm on his bed side roused Peter Burke from his not-so-peaceful slumber. Ever since El's kidnapping, he had been plagued with nightmares. The what if's certainly weren't helping him sleep either. His anger was directed at his once friend and partner, Neal caffery. Neal, who he had trusted. Neal, who he had given a chance. The criminal he had treated like a friend. The same man who had looked him in the eye for the pass half year and lied to him about the treasure, because in spite of his claims that he was innocent, peter was done believing in the con-man's false words. The man who had betrayed him, whose greed had nearly gotten his wife killed. His El, his beautiful, wonderful, darling wife. El who was mad at him for being so harsh on his CI, pleading him with those big blue eyes to give Neal another chance. To at least let him explain before shutting him from their lives for good.
El believed that Neal had saved her and therefore he was redeemable even if he had stolen the loot, which he blatantly denied. But he had listened to El. He hadn't gotten Neal carted off to prison like he wanted to for getting Elizabeth kidnapped. No. he had been considerate. He still used Neal as an FBI asset for solving cases, speaking of which today was the day Neal would go undercover in an operation against one of his suspected old associates.
"You should talk to him." Peter turned around to face his beautiful El as she gave him an annoyed look. "You haven't even given him a chance to explain, Peter. Don't you think that's being unfair?" Elizabeth Burke scowled at her husband, pushing herself out of bed.
"Hon, after what he has done.." Peter started only to be cut off by El.
"After he has done what, exactly? Fought with Keller to save me? Possibly given up the score of a lifetime to save my life?" Elizabeth interrupted, a fire blazing from her eyes.
"I trusted him, El. He screwed it up." Peter tried explaining to his wife.
"Peter, hon. I know you're hurt. But keep in mind all he did to save me. He abhors violence. He took part in a fist fight. A fist fight, peter! And he got hurt! Don't tell me that you didn't notice that awful gash on his head that night? And he shot a man! He shot Keller! Do you have any idea how traumatic that might have been for him? Have you talked to him about that?"
Peter's slightly guilty look had El gasping in shock. "Have you talked to him… at ALL?!" her tone was verging on dangerous now.
An intense feeling of guilt and shame overcame Peter and he was unable to look his wife in the eye as he whispered a soft "No."
A pair of soft hands gently tilted his face upwards and he found himself looking into crystal pools of blue. "Honey, try. For me. Please. Promise me you will try to talk to him. I know that it's hard for you, but at least try."
He nodded his head, albeit a little hesitantly but was awarded with a loving kiss for the gesture nonetheless.
"You're a good man Peter Burke. I love you." His smiling wife told him, once again touching her soft lips to his. God, he loved his El.
"How about we have breakfast. I'll make my world famous blueberry pancakes."
"That sounds wonderful, hon. I wonder, can you take the day off from work today? Let us have some 'us' time." El suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Mmmm, that sounds great." Peter kissed his wife once again.
"And turn off your phone, let us not have any interruptions today." El giggled as peter lifted her up and spun her around.
"Your wish is my command, my love." The FBI agent said as he sent a quick text to Jones letting him know that he won't be coming in today before he switched off his phone and started making breakfast.
It was late afternoon when Peter finally remembered to switch his phone back on. He had had an amazing few hours with his wife and now that she was off making lunch, he thought he'd check up on whether everything was fine at the office. He was sure it was all hunkey dorey, he wasn't the only agent around after all.
A frown made its way on his forehead as he saw the numerous text messages and missed calls. He pressed the buttons necessary for listening to his voicemails and was awarded by the harried voice of a normally very cool and collected Agent Diana Berrigen.
"Boss, where are you? Caffrey is in the hospital and its pretty bad!"
A/N: So, how do you find the story so far? Questions? Comments? Please review. Also, I'd like to mention that this story is not yet completed so if anyone has any requests or suggestions, please let me know. I'll try to incorporate your ideas into the storyline.