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Chapter 2

As the week progressed Neal stayed reclusive to his room and only came out for meals making sure that no one got too close to him. Working out by using the same techniques he used in prison Neal ignored the residual pain from his labor and worked through it as he shed the baby weight he had been carrying. "You know you've always looked sexy right," Peter remarked as he walked over and stood over Neal as he exercised on the floor. Sliding his arms away from the side of his head Neal panted as he tried to catch his breath. "Old habits die hard really… when you are locked in a box all you have is time to work out, same for a mental ward," the ex con said getting to his feet with his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Peter watched Neal and looked him over a bit. "Dr. Snow says you're not participating in anything but you seem to doing fine anyway," Peter remarked as he sat carefully on the bed and traced an imaginary design on the sheets.

"I figured it was pointless… besides this place is nothing but a prison for the mind and every prison needs a break out and mine is going to be the best they've ever seen… even you'll be impressed Agent Burke," Neal purred as he made his way into the adjoining bathroom to get some water. Walking back into his room Neal discarded the glass on the dresser by the window and threw the towel he used to wipe himself down back into the bathroom. Peter could tell Neal was annoyed at him when he stalked across the room and dropped himself onto Peter's lap and smirked. Peter instinctually slipped his hands onto Neal's hips. "How long has it been since we've been like this?" Neal asked. "A while…but I'm not carrying anything," Peter said softly as he tried to ignore Neal's wandering hand. "That's okay I was never a huge fan of them anyway," Neal remarked leaning in closer. "You wanted me back to normal…did you really think I was truly innocent in prison… rule number one is never show any fear… rule two is gain any power any way you can," Neal whispered seductively with a smirk.

Peter knew his husband had a sly almost wicked streak in him but to see it in full force caught him off guard. If he was still a religious man Peter would categorize Neal as the living embodiment of Lust. After having three kids he had a perfect body with the stretch marks gone after the twin's birth. "We shouldn't do this; someone could walk in on us," Peter said trying to take some control back even if he hated to admit having Neal showing his wild side was a bit of a turn on. "That's the beauty of a structured environment like this the schedules are easy to memorize. We have a two hour window until the next check," Neal whispered as he started to place a line of kisses down Peter's jaw. Unable to resist temptation anymore Peter threw Neal down onto the small cot and drape himself over the ex con making sure to use all he knew about Neal's weak spots against the other man. "You know this doesn't count as our honeymoon," Neal said knowing that Peter wouldn't be rough with him.

Taking it slow Peter knew in the back of his mind that Neal was up to something but he was craving being with Neal so much he didn't care at the moment. The sex wasn't rough and quick it was strong and full of passion. Peter felt he had to show Neal no matter what he was planning to do; he going to be there for him through it all. Neal felt his face heat up as if he was a virgin again; no one had ever been this gentle with him. The first time he was with Peter it was a quickie on the office floor mostly rutting and little kissing and Vincent was never gentle even when they had the time to actually make love he would just dominate and be rough with Neal. Feeling a small twinge of guilt about his plan Neal just bit his lip and closed his eyes as he tried not to be too vocal and alert anyone walking by.

When they finished Neal watched Peter as he dressed and reached under his pillow Neal grabbed a small syringe he had lifted from a medical closet that was filled with a dose tranquilizer. "I'm really sorry about this, but I have find Adler myself," he said jabbing the needle into Peter's side and injecting him; tossing the needle in the trash Neal helped Peter sit down as he got up from the bed and quickly dressed grabbing his bag as he left his room to slip down the hall using the blind spots until he came to the stairwell and made his way down to the first floor and picked the lock on the grate over the window using the pick tools Alex had brought him before slipping out the window and darting between the trees and entering the wooded area all the while as he kept to the shadows until he made his way to the road.

Spotting the car Neal casually strolled out of the woods and rapped on the glass and peered in. "Hey Moz… that's two places now…" he remarked chuckling as he got into the car and sat back. "How far should I take you?" Mozzie asked as he started down the road toward the highway. "As far as you can…" Neal said as he opened his bag and pulled the family portrait out and looked at it. "Moz if something goes wrong I need you to make sure our backup plan A happens even if it's without me," the ex con said thinking about the Hail Mary plan that came out of a couple bottles of wine for Mozzie and some seltzer for Neal when he was pregnant and they came up with the plan almost a year and a half ago.

"I'll make sure, the suit won't like it and neither will I but as your lawyer and very good friend I will do as you wish," Mozzie said as he got on the highway and headed south west. Neal looked out the window as he hugged the picture as he closed his eyes to rest. Making sure to not look too suspicious Mozzie drove the speed limit passing through New York State and entering Pennsylvania.

Peter woke with a splitting headache as he looked at the Twin Creek staff and Doctor Snow. "Where's Neal?" he asked looking at everyone. "He escaped… almost ten hours ago you've been pretty out of it for a while," Snow said helping Peter sit up. "He escaped… almost nine hours ago," Snow said helping Peter sit up. "We followed protocol and informed law enforcement, maybe we should ask his sister, she might know where he is," Becky said rubbing her hands together in worry. Peter stopped rubbing his forehead at the mention of Neal's sister.

"Neal doesn't have a sister…describe her right now," Peter demanded getting to his feet unsteadily. "I have a picture from the security cameras; the only one we got actually," she said handing the photo over to Peter Looking at the very small face seen under the brim of the 'cartoon' hat Neal would always wear. "Alex…that means Mozzie is in on this too," he mumbled as he stumbled out of the room. "I need a phone right now…" Peter demanded as he walked to the nurse's station. Grabbing the phone he dialed the office. "Diana, get Jones and book a flight to Colorado as fast as possible; I need you to get there before Neal gets there. I want you to call the Colorado office to keep a look out for Neal and Mozzie. They're going to Aspen but have Denver be watched also… and anyplace in between if they can spare it," Peter ordered as he mentally kicked himself for letting Neal one up him again.

Making his way slowly to the closest chair Peter sat down and stared at the floor only to look up when a hand held some aspirin out to him. Popping the pills into his mouth and taking the water Peter sighed. Looking up at Neal's private doctor he put his hands in front of his mouth. "I need to get to the closest major airport that has a red eye flight to Denver," Peter said getting up quickly.

Watching the plane as it was taxied to the terminal Neal looked for any telltale signs of security presences waiting for him at the gate. Smirking Neal got up from his seat and disembarked making sure he was hidden by at least two people as he walked into the terminal and looked around for any signs of any plain clothes agents or police. When he realized he was in the clear Neal left the airport and walked a bit before hailing a cab. Traveling to a rental car company Neal paid the driver and went inside. Pulling out his Nick Halden license he handed it over as they got him a rental car for the drive to Aspen.

Getting behind the wheel Neal took off for the three hour drive. Turning the radio on to combat the silence in the car Neal barely listened to it as he got onto the interstate for the longest part of the trip. Setting the cruise control Neal tried to relax but with each passing second he became more wound up about what he would do to his ex. As the hours melted into each other with the same forest landscape passing him on both sides Neal watched for the exit to Aspen from the highway. After pulling off the highway on the Aspen exit Neal pulled up to a gas station and parked on the side. Rubbing his head Neal could feel a headache starting from not eating anything for hours. Debating internally if he should risk going inside he felt his stomach betray him and grumble.

After checking to make sure that the parking lot was pretty much empty he got out of the car and made his way inside to look over the selection of food in the small Ma & Pa shop finding mostly junk food and beef jerky on the shelves. He then headed for the back coolers where he found sandwiches and sodas. As he looked the sandwiches over; he knew that Mozzie would be spouting something about karma at that moment. Neal rooted through the selection and internally winced that all that was left was deviled ham with or without cheese. Wanting to get out of there fast Neal grabbed two sandwiches and a bottle of grape soda. He was friendly while paying for the food but made sure not to be memorable so that he couldn't be tracked. Climbing back into the rental he unwrapped one of the sandwiches and tried not to gag as he took the first bite.

Finishing the meal he knew he would be regretting later Neal started the car up and continued on his journey. When he finally arrived in Aspen he found a small motel and got a room. Being reminded immediately of the shower scene in Psycho Neal avoided the bathroom and dropped onto the bed instead. He decided to watch some television and as he got comfortable he began to flip through the channels before falling asleep from the jet lag.

Neal was startled awake by a knock on the door. Bolting up in bed Neal grabbed his bag from beside him and silently made his way to the window and opened it as he slipped out into the night taking off. He wandered around and ducking into allies whenever a car came by. Neal knew he had to keep his wits sharper than those around him.

Peter grabbed the key from the motel manager to open the door flipping on the lights as he entered only to find that his quarry had left. The only sign someone had been in the room was the mussed up sheets and the open window. Sticking his head out the window Peter saw the footprints in the light snow heading for the town center. Cursing lightly he hopped out the window and followed the trail until he hit a sidewalk and began to walk down it. He didn't see the hand that come at him until he had been yanked into the semi dark alley and shoved against the wall of the building. He reacted like he was trained as he pulled out his gun and jammed under his attacker's jaw. It was only after looking at them that he instantly recognized the shocking blue eyes staring at him. "Damn it Neal I could have shot you…" Peter said lowering his gun and putting it away. "You're not supposed to be here Peter…" the ex con said forgetting he was in trouble and hugged his husband.

Ignoring the urge to hug back Peter pushed Neal away and held him by the arms. "That was stupidest thing you ever did Neal. The hospital contacted the authorities, by now there is probably a search going on for you; of course they are searching the east coast first they don't know about Aspen, but that doesn't mean they won't find you… I'm so furious at you Neal for doing this we could have done this together but of course you had to jump the gun," Peter said keeping a stern face set. Neal felt his bottom lip quiver just a bit; he hated to make Peter disappointed in him.

"When Alex told me the twins were here I had to get them back… please don't be mad at me I suffered too I had to listen to Mozzie's theories for nine hours, fly in coach and eat deviled ham… it was horrible," Neal said sniffling as he started to cry. Unable to hold it in Peter chuckled and put his arms around Neal. "You really did suffer…but still tranquilizing me, we're going to have a long talk about that later but right now let's go back to the motel and get in contact with the office and get them to send out that you're no longer on the run but in custody and get those warrants faxed to the Denver office," Peter said keeping an arm around Neal's waist as they left the alley and started to walk back.

Arriving back at the motel Peter just gave the manager a look and walked into the room Neal rented and closed the door. "I'm going to take a shower… why don't you get some…oomph" Peter was cut off by Neal's lips. Forgetting about the shower Peter let Neal drag him toward the bed. Breaking the kiss he chuckled. "Let me guess Psycho right?" he asked with a chuckle getting a nod. "Neal that was just a movie… besides you're girly screams will warn me," Peter joked getting a slap in the arm. "Not funny Peter…" Neal said sitting on the bed and pouting.

"It was a little funny and besides you're going to be joining me in here anyway," Peter remarked as he walked into the bathroom and kicked his shoes off. "No thanks I'm going sit out here…I need to rethink my plan now," Neal remarked. "Actually Neal that wasn't a question, that was an order," Peter said coming back and hoisting Neal up to his feet and leading him into the bathroom and zip tie his hands to the towel rack by the sink. Tugging on the restraints Neal huffed. "I'll cut the cord if you promise to either stay in the room or join me in the shower, if you take the second choice I can promise and eighty to ninety percent chances of you causing an avalanche outside," he said with a smirk.

Feeling his knees buckle a bit Neal caught himself on the towel rack. "You sound pretty sure of your skills…I think I'll stay on the towel rack thank you very much…" Neal said turning away as best as he could while he tried to sit down even though he was pulling his arms out of alignment. Peter took a quick shower and got out in just a towel as he cut Neal free and dragged him back into the room and sat him on the bed. "Peter…we can't just arrest Vincent… he'll find a way to beat any charges you know that. He always has a backup plan," Neal said as Peter sat beside him and held onto his hand. "Neal, we'll talk about this in the morning right now let's just sleep," Peter said falling back onto the bed and pushing himself up to the head of the bed.

Sitting at the end of the bed for a moment Neal sighed before he crawled up beside Peter. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Vincent knows all my weaknesses… I know you think I'm strong but around him I always revert back to the person I used to be when I first met him and he knows that... that's why I came here alone so I wouldn't worry about you and finally end this," he said putting his head on Peter's chest and resting. Peter put his hand on Neal's shoulder and rubbed it softly. "Get some sleep Neal and I promise everything will be fine; we're going to get the twins back and Jace is going to love meeting them so will everyone at the office," he said rubbing Neal's shoulder until he fell asleep. Making sure that Neal was dead to the world asleep Peter let himself fall asleep as well.

Neal woke early and stared at the bright numbers on the alarm clock before slipping out of bed and going to Peter's bag to take his gun out from the pocket. Putting the gun into his waistband Neal put his jacket on to hide the gun before leaving a note for Peter to track his cell phone number. He then left the motel room and pulled the address to Vincent's place on the new phone Mozzie gave him. Walking down the street he gave a few polite nods to people as they were taking early morning walks and heading to the stores. Shrugging farther into his coat Neal went down a side street and came to Vincent's townhouse, shoving his hands into his pockets Neal stared up at the building. Debating about what to do as he stood there Neal felt someone grab him by the arm.

Spinning around Neal swallowed hard when he saw who was standing behind him. "Neal… how nice to see you again… please come inside…..I insist," Vincent said as he shoved his gun into Neal's stomach. Nodding Neal let Vincent lead him into the front entrance. Walking into the kitchen Neal could tell that all the furniture came with the house none of it had any sense of style. "Put your hands on your head and stand still, I have to make sure you're not armed," Vincent said as he put his gun down and started from Neal's feet and worked his way up his hands lingering in a few places. Ignoring the touches Neal just looked straight ahead as Vincent's hand ran over the gun and stopped. "Well what do we have here a federal issued handgun… I take it you stole this from your boy toy before coming here… tsk…tsk…that's very naughty Neal," Vincent remarked as he put the gun in his belt.

"Well you know me… I can't keep my hands off a big gun… and I don't just mean the ones made of metal," Neal said turning around and smirking as he stood still keeping his eyes on Vincent and the hand gun still on the counter. "You know if memory serves me right, my PI informed me that you were locked away in a mental hospital… I take it they didn't let you out for good behavior. You must have escape; truth is I've known where you've been ever since you left Twin Creeks…" Vincent said as he moved closer to Neal backing him away from the counter with the gun.

Vincent smirked as he saw the fear bubbling in Neal's eyes. "You're so beautiful when you're terrified of me, but in light of current events Neal you realize we have to bring this relationship to an end… it's just not working out but I'll give you something special before you go. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a proper sendoff," Vincent said as he pulled Neal into a deep kiss that made the ex con's head spin he felt his back slam against the wall when they broke apart for air Neal hated to admit it but the kiss was pretty mind blowing. The older man looked down into the blue eyes of his ex and put his hand against his cheek and stroked his thumb over Neal's cheekbone.

"It's such a shame we couldn't make it work, you were such a work of art and I always wished to hold and cherish you… so goodbye Neal but don't worry I promise the boys will know all about you," Vincent said gruffly as he stabbed Neal with a switch blade. Grunting with the sharp pain Neal instinctively put his hand to the wound as Vincent pulled the blade back feeling the inferior metal worn by years of use snap off in the wound. Whimpering at the feeling of the blade still inside him Neal tried keep himself standing as he felt the blood trailing down his stomach and soaking into the top of his pants. Pressing on the wound to stop the bleeding he felt the blade move slightly.

Crying out in pain as the blade moved deeper in Neal continued to push on the wound as he tried to stem the bleeding. He tried to ignore the feeling of blacking out from the pain. "If I die…Peter is going to make you suffer until… you beg for death," Neal whispered as he tried to keep his breathing steady. "I see and how is he going to make me suffer when he's visiting us now," Vincent said snapping his fingers as his men brought Peter into the room between them. As soon as Peter saw Neal he struggled against the men. "Adler you son of a bitch…" Peter growled. "I'd like to see you try anything especially without your gun Agent Burke…or back up for that matter," Vincent said as he walked over to his men and jammed Peter's gun against his temple. Neal started to laugh as he pushed himself away from the wall. "You really didn't think I would come here without a plan did you?" Neal asked as he pushed away darkness at the edge of his sight with what was left of his strength.

Vincent grabbed Peter from his men and used him as a shield as he went to the windows and looked outside where he saw a dozen cars and police cruisers outside his home. Keeping out of sight of the windows Vincent kept Peter against him in case some cowboy outside wanted to take a shot at him.

Moving back into the kitchen the first thing Vincent noticed was the gun was missing from the counter. "You wouldn't shoot me Neal especially when I've got your husband as a shield…" he said making sure his body was covered. "Neal don't listen to him just take the shot… I trust you Neal I know you can do it," Peter said keeping his eyes locked on his husband. "Peter... I can't… I…I love you Peter…I'm sorry." he whispered as he pulled the trigger. The recoil from the gun knocked the weaken Neal to the floor causing the broken blade to move within and he almost blacked out from the pain. Blinking back the tears Neal rolled over pushing the blade in deeper as he crawled over and pulled Peter away from Vincent and put all his strength into pushing down on the chest wound. "Please stay with me Peter… Help, he's dying!" Neal screamed as loud as possible until his voice broke.

Hearing the front door being kicked in and the paramedics getting close Neal let the darkness take over as he heard his name being called. "Mmm... help Peter and the twins… I shot him…it's my fault," he mumbled as the paramedics put him on a gurney and wheeled out of the house. Diana and Jones looked at each other as one paramedic declared Vincent dead while the others began to quickly work on Peter. Diana and Jones moved out their way as they began a search for the twins finding them upstairs bawling at the noise and bundled them up before taking them outside. They followed the ambulances to the hospital for the twins to be checked out while they discovered that the Denver office had taken control of the operation. Getting pushed into the private waiting room they kept the twins comfortable as they waited.

"Agent Jones, Agent Berrigan you asked to be up dated from time to time…" the head Denver agent said as he came into the waiting room. "That con was lucky; it looks like Burke's going to live. Although our con artist friend; is probably going to get the book thrown at him when he wakes up…shooting a federal agent he had some stones…but that's why I never trust his kind. You never know what they are capable of," he said as he left. Diana sighed and got up from where she was sitting and handed the twin she was holding over to Alex who had shown up not long after they did without any explanation.

When the doctors finally came out and told them Neal was out of surgery resting Alex handed the baby back to Diana and slipped away. "Agent Burke is still in surgery he took a bullet to the heart, it was a through and through but still getting shot in the heart at such a close distance is never a good thing. Hell of a shot though it went through the left ventricle and missed his spine and managed to slip between his ribs causing less damage than we were expecting," the doctor remarked as they left to keep an eye on Peter's surgery.

Alex located Neal's room after a few minutes of searching and slipped in and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Neal to wake up. Neal groaned softly as the anesthesia wore off. "I guess I survived, didn't I…not my best plan ever; are the twins alright through?" Neal asked as he tried to push himself up. "They're fine, I came to warn you that the Denver FBI's lead agent is adamant that you're going to get in huge trouble for shooting Peter. He might be right; you did shoot a federal agent and handler even though it was the only way to stop Adler. Fortunately not everyone knows that you two are hitched," Alex said as she saw Neal try to get up again. Helping him so he wouldn't rip his stitches out; she put a pillow behind him and held his hand.

Neal looked out the window and sighed. "I need you to get in contact with Mozzie and tell him that we're going ahead with backup plan A. I want you both to go and I'll be there as soon as possible, Mozzie will fill you in about the plan… and thanks Alex for telling me, also could you stop by the motel to get my bag before you go?" Neal asked as he got a nod as she left to call Mozzie. Looking at the twilight out the window Neal wondered just how long he had been in surgery. Sitting in bed he swallowed the lump in his throat as he got comfortable and waited for any news on Peter.

By nine that night Diana came in and sat with him. "Peter's finally out of surgery and he's going to wake up soon, do you want to go sit with him? She asked helping Neal to his feet. Walking down the hall and into Peter's room Neal moved to the bed as he quickly as he could and crawled into bed with him. Letting the tears fall Neal was careful not to bump the wound on Peter's chest or his side. "Peter… I'm so sorry…" Neal whispered as he got comfortable on the hospital bed. Peter opened his eyes and watched Diana get some extra blankets and tuck Neal in as he fell asleep. "What happened to Adler?" he asked carefully moving his arm around Neal.

"Dead… he didn't even suffer it was an instant kill shot, but we might have bigger problems Denver FBI, the field leader is a hot shot that wants to throw the book at Neal for shooting you. If you're not careful Neal could try to run as soon as he can, he has that look in his eye," Diana warned as she took a seat beside the bed.

"Of course he's going to run that's just who he is. I've accepted that when things get tough he'll run away but no matter where he goes; I always find him," Peter said softly as he kept an arm around Neal. "Diana… to be in love with Neal Caffrey you have to accept the fact that he is going to run and that he's going to get in trouble. Trying to change him is like asking a tiger to give up its stripes and be a giant house cat," Peter remarked keeping Neal close. Watching the two of them Diana knew that they had been through more in a year than she had in her whole life. "You two get some rest I'll keep an eye out for you," she said as she got up and left the room.

Peter looked down as best as he could at his husband. "You know that fake sleeping doesn't fool me for a second," he remarked with a smirk as Neal sat up as best as he could without pulling out his stitches with a huff. "It's so hard to pull one over on you now but what you said about accepting my running is that true?" Neal asked nuzzling Peter's shoulder a bit. "I've accepted that it can happen but I'm going to ask you not to run to the island Neal, it just makes you look more guilty. So call off the plan and let's just go home and be a family," Peter said as he tilted Neal's chin so they were looking at each other. "I don't want to go back to prison Peter… if we go home that's what's going to happen, I rather raise the boys on the island," Neal said softly his resolve already faltering.

Smirking Peter chuckled lightly "If you go through with your plan… I'll be stuck with that new CI who you put to shame with your style, wit and affinity for breaking the rules and staying out of jail," he complemented. "Besides whom else would I rather come home to every night and have wild mind blowing sex with other than you," he said knowing he was winning Neal over. "You're just lucky I lifted Diana's phone…" Neal said as he dialed Mozzie's phone "Moz… scrap the plan we're staying for now, in fact can you bring the twins to Peter's room. I want to see them," Neal said before hanging up.

A few minutes later Alex and Mozzie walked in with the twins. Neal recognized them right away and pointed them out to Peter all the while trying to teach him the subtle differences in the twins so he could tell them apart. "No the bigger one in Alex's arms is Jasper and the other one is Jiro," Neal said as they both wiggled. "Wait a minute, why do all of the kids have 'J' names?" Peter asked getting a light shrug from Neal. "I thought they sounded cool beside future police records will be interesting to read Jason 'Jace' Caffrey-Burke and Jasper and Jiro Burke art forgers " Neal remarked getting a stern look from Peter. "Oh come on Peter what is it going to be major league baseball players, basketball, hockey… football… they will play sports in school but I want them to take after me...to continue my legacy," Neal said sitting up a bit ignoring his stitches.

"Like hell they are, I'm not going to be spending my golden years bailing them out of jail alongside you," Peter said putting his foot down. Sitting up quickly Neal ripped his stitches open causing him to cry out in pain. Peter immediately called the nurse and said as she came in. "He tore out his stitches," as Neal covered his reopened wound with his hand. "It's nothing serious just tugged stitches no need to worry," Neal said flashing a smile as he covered his freshly bleeding wound.

Sighing she moved past Mozzie and Alex to grab and help Neal back to his bed. "Come on sir we need to patch you up so you can come back when you promise to be more careful in the future," she said as Neal looked back and waved at the others while he was led back to his room where a doctor was waiting. Neal lay back down to allow the doctor to close his wound again. "You really need to be more careful sir; I'm going to insist you stay in bed for at least one more day before you start wandering around to keep you from ripping your stiches again," the doctor said as he finished "That wasn't the reason I ripped them; I sat up too quickly. I'll be careful next time so it won't happen again…" Neal said sitting up slightly as the doctor left the room "Actually Mr. Caffrey you're not going anywhere… they may do things differently on the east coast but you're in my backyard now." Neal looked up as a new person walked in to his room. It was an FRB agent from Denver agent who came over to the bed and forced Neal's wrists against the railings and cuffed them on either side of the bed. "I've got to make sure you're not going to run while I call this in to D.C. You may be a favorite pet in New York City but you're going back to jail and not a comfy one either. By the way I'm Special Agent Mark Richards and I'm your worst nightmare," Mark said as he made sure the cuffs were on tight enough so Neal couldn't get away.

"Yeah you're just horrible and I'm shaking in my boots… you may think that you are bad but your nothing compared to my ex-boyfriend who beat the living daylights out of me on a daily basis," Neal said sarcastically as he tugged on the cuffs a bit. "Oh and for future information I'm not really a huge fan of handcuffs only in the bedroom really," the ex con added as he slipped out of both of them and smirked as he slowly got out of his bed. Mark moved quickly and pressed his hand against the fresh stitches grinning when Neal winced. "Keep running of that mouth of yours Caffrey maybe you'll incriminate yourself some more. I would just love to tack on more charges even if shooting a federal agent is the only one that sticks," the agent said as he released Neal and stepped back from him.

Neal stood there and took in a deep breath. "I'll be looking forward to the charges Agent Richards… but for now I'm going to go sit with Peter," Neal said walking carefully out of the room and returning to Peter's room unaware that his new 'friend' was hot on his tail. Sitting on the edge of the bed he held Peter's hand and started to apologize for being so hot headed. Making sure neither of them ripped out their stitches Peter pulled Neal into a soft kiss. "Apology accepted, and if you do teach them how to be con artists that's okay too I guess, just try not to get caught at especially before they get into middle school," Peter joked as he held Neal's hand still.

Watching every moment Mark turned around and came face to face with Diana. "Eavesdropping? If you want to sneak around why not join the CIA they make a living snooping around other people business," she said as she shooed the other agent away and watched him leave.