A/N So I know a lot of you guys are enjoying that Neal and Mozzie are retaining their personalities and not accepting being de-aged, but I am going to do away with that soon. Because it is at those points in these types of stories that I truly enjoy them. That is not to say they will be completely okay with it, but they will let their childish sides take over for the most part. That being said, enjoy the story!

p.s I realize this story and their emotions may be escalating quickly. Too quickly for it to be realistic and I apologize.

"Mozzie?" Elizabeth called from the outside of the bathroom door.

She had gone upstairs to lay out the clothes she found for the boys and heard Neal and Peter arguing in the bathroom at the end of the hall. Her sister had given Elizabeth her sons clothes as a subtle means of saying she wanted El and Peter to reconsider having kids. Even though El knew that neither of them could handle children on top of their busy schedules she still kept the clothes because she could not bring herself to give up on the idea entirely. While she was more than happy with her life, there was still a small part of her that wished they would have had children. She knew they both would have made great parents.

Elizabeth knocked on the bathroom door and laid the clothes outside the door knowing Peter would handle getting Neal ready for the day. She then proceeded to their own room and heard the shower going and waited until she heard the water turn off before addressing Mozzie.

She was rewarded with the small child opening the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around himself. She could not help but smile as the young boy stood in front of her. He did not say anything, but stuck out a hand toward the clothes. She handed them to Mozzie, who in turn backed into the bathroom and shut the door without saying a word. These actions got a raised eyebrow as Mozzie was usually quite the chatty Kathy with her, and never once in the four years she had known him had he been anything but nice and polite with her.

"Mozzie, once you are dressed we need to talk please. I will be right out here, finishing folding the towels."

It was two minutes later that Mozzie walked out in a pair of blue jeans and a black star wars t-shirt. She had several shirts to choose from but thought this one would be cute, but not too much to illicit protests from him. She was right, and was able to avoid arguments over the clothes, which would not be the case for Neal. It was much harder to find adult like clothes for a four year old. In fact, Neal was so small for his age he would more than likely have to wear clothes meant for a three year old. Not only that, but Elizabeth had never seen Neal in anything but designer clothes. Even his pajamas were top brand.

"Moz, Sweetheart, you have been pretty quiet. That's not like you. What are you thinking?" Elizabeth inquired softly. He walked over and stood slightly to her side as she sat on the bed.

For Mozzies part, he did not know what to say. What was there to say? They had shrunk and they did not know for how long they would remain this way or if it was reversible. He did not really mind staying at the Burkes, but he did not think he would be able to stand it for much longer. If Peter's actions towards Neal was going the indication of how Neal and Mozzie were going to be treated, he wanted out right away. This concern and protectiveness was overbearing. Another part of him, that he was not yet ready to admit to, wanted this. He had been a foster child and then a street kid for so long craving the love and attention that he associated with a family. And now he had that opportunity. Which is also partially why he was so quiet. How long would it last? He did not want to risk messing up the tentative calm by saying or doing something stupid. There was no way he could admit this Elizabeth.

Instead he just shrugged and said he "nothing is wrong El" with a smile. Elizabeth did not buy it, but there was no time dig for details now. They needed to go grocery shopping before she had to leave for her event at one. First, they needed to check on Neal and Peter.

Neal had quickly washed himself and after Peter plucked him from the tub, he had Peter turn around while he dried off. While Neal was washing, Peter had gathered the clothes Elizabeth left for Neal and cringed. Neal was not going to be happy. Neatly folded was a pair of superman underwear, a long sleeve shirt with a picture of the cookie monster and a pair of blue jeans. He had forgotten that El's sister was into the graphic tees for her kids.

Neal did not disappoint. They did not seriously expect him to wear a shirt with someone from Sesame Street on it, did they? He knew he had a small body, but there had to be other less offending clothes out there. He still had his adult mind which would not allow him to be caught dead wearing these clothes. The jeans were not even designer!

"No."

"Neal, buddy, come on now. I know you don't like this, but it is all we have at the moment."

"No. I am NOT wearing those! Look at them P'ter! They are for kids!" Neal responded, his voice dangerously near shouting.

"Which your body is Neal" Peter said trying to remain calm for both their sakes. Neal had to realize that he was not doing this to mean. They truly did not have any other options.

"I. am. NOT. A. KID!"

"Enough!" Peter yelled. He was tired of Neal fighting him at every corner. The yelling had pushed him too far. "These are the clothes we have, and they are the clothes you are going to wear. You're mad about it? Well next time you go poking around behind my back at things you know I disprove of, don't. Then you can wear your own clothes."

The words hit Neal and he realized maybe Peter did have a point. He should be happy they had clothes to fit a toddler at all. Elizabeth had promised earlier that they would go shopping, and he could probably get her to go clothes shopping. And maybe they would not even have to let it go that far. For all they knew, he would be back to normal for dinner that night.

There was a hesitant knock at the door before Elizabeth asked if she could come in. Neal instantly pulled the towel tighter around himself, before letting out a squealed "just a minute!" He then told Peter to turn around. He would rather put the clothes on than have to face Elizabeth naked.

Once she was given the go ahead, she opened the door and had to refrain from letting out an ahhh at Neal's appearance. His hair was still damp from the bath and he looked so cute in his cookie monster shirt, but she knew that if she acknowledged it he would be upset. Instead she told the two of them to meet her downstairs when they finished cleaning up the bathroom which cause the two men to look around and see that there was water everywhere.

A few minutes later Neal and Peter walked down the stairs to find Mozzie and Elizabeth sitting at the kitchen table, with their shoes already on.

"Hey boys. Why don't you guys put your shoes on and we can head out to the grocery store?" Elizabeth told them as they entered to dining room.

"G-grocery store?" Peter asked hesitantly. Thoughts of yelling and tantrums from unruly children ran through his mind.

"I have some time before I have to leave for the event at 1 and we are in need of some food. I thought we could go together and grab a quick lunch."

Peter gave a nod. He could handle the situation as long as Elizabeth was there and he wanted her to spend as much time with Neal and Mozzie before she had to leave. That way he could watch and observe. He wanted to know more about what he was getting into. Neal had a different idea.

"Okay, well that sounds like a good idea. I will see you guys in a couple of hours then."

"A couple of hours?" Elizabeth asked. "Sweetie, you are coming with us."

"No it's okay. I will be okay by myself."

"Neal, we are not about to leave a four year old by himself. Who knows what you would get into? I can't even trust you in my home as an adult Neal, much less a child." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, but luckily Elizabeth was there to calm the tension. Which is exactly why Peter did not want her to leave in the first place.

"Neal, I know mentally you could handle staying by yourself. Physically is a different story. No matter how much you want to, you can't reach anything on the counters and I fear what would happen in an emergency. You are too important to us to risk anything happening to you. What would happen if one our neighbors comes over and sees a four year old by themselves? How would that reflect on me and Peter?" She added the last part on simply because nothing else seemed to get through Neal's stubborn head.

"Fine." Neal said. "Besides. I don't want Peter to pick out the groceries. He might get all deviled ham." Neal said with a cheeky grin.

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