When Phoebe and Neal arrived at the FBI's New York field office, and once in the building and past security Phoebe dragged Neal into the elevator and pressed the button that would taken them to the white collar department. Given all her dealings with them over the years due to her brother and his criminal behaviours Phoebe knew exactly where she was going. As soon as the elevator doors ping opened Phoebe dragged Neal out of the elevator by the cuffs of his jacket and through the glass doors and into the white collar division of the bureau and immediately went in search for Peter Burke. Which wasn't too hard as Phoebe found almost straightaway talk to another two agents. "Agent Burke? I think this belongs to you or whoever is in charge at the county jail." Phoebe said pushing Neal towards Peter.

"Let me guess, she didn't believe you?" Peter said looking at Neal, which made Phoebe even more confused.

"Nope, not for a single second. Pheebs is convinced that I've broken out of prison yet again and when I tried to explain everything she wouldn't believe me. Instead she shoved me into a cab and brought me down here so she wouldn't get in trouble for harbouring a fugitive.

"Excuse me, what exactly is going on? Did my brother escape from prison yet again or not?" Phoebe demanded.

"Not. I'm afraid Neal has been released into mine and the FBI's custody where he will work off his four years by working as confidential informant/consultant and helping on cases where your brothers various areas of expertise will probably come in very handy." Peter explained and Phoebe wasn't sure what to think. Her brother was a career criminal, a pro in forgeries, running cons and had gone on the run from the FBI for four years and now he was working for them. This was mind-boggling and it was making Phoebe's head spin just thinking about it.

"I think I need to sit down." Phoebe wearily said as she placed one hand on the top of her head and the other on her stomach and moments later she felt herself being gently eased into a chair. Her eyes then drifted over to Neal who was crouched down beside her with a smug look on his face. "Don't even think about saying I told you so otherwise I will eat you."

"You okay Phoebe, you want us to call a doctor or even Simon?" Peter asked and Phoebe just shook her head.

Neal looked away from Phoebe and over to Peter "–Wait you've met Simon? You've met my sister's boyfriend and the father of my future niece or nephew…"

"Ex boyfriend and yes I have." Peter interrupted.

"How comes he knows Simon and I'm not even allowed to have one conversation?" Neal asked.

"it's not like the two of them hang out, the only Peter knows Simon is because of you when you were on the run. And no thank you Peter, I'm fine. I think it's just shock over the fact that my idiot brother who I've spent the last few years trying avoid is managed to get of prison twice in the space of a week and is now working for the feds. That's kind of a bit overwhelming not to mention I'm carrying around a small bowling ball in my uterus…" Phoebe wearily replied as she slowly began to get up.

"Woah, Pheebs! I don't think you should be getting up, maybe you should sit down for a little bit longer." Neal advised.

"Please don't mollycoddle me Neal, I already have Simon and the rest of his family fawning all over me. I'm pregnant not an antique crystal vase. I'm not the first women to be with child, plenty of women have done this before me. Besides I have to back home, I have a doctors appointment in the morning and I have to finish reading a manuscript for a meeting I have with the author for tomorrow. I only came here to see whether your story is true and it is, so I'll be going. Goodbye Peter, goodbye Neal." Phoebe said bidding goodbye to both men before making her way out of the white collar offices and back over to the elevators, where Phoebe repeatedly pressed the button as if it would make the elevator appear faster,

"Phoebe wait!"

Sighing Phoebe relented and turned around to face her brother. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" Neal asked as the elevator doors pinged open and Phoebe walked in and Neal followed her inside.

"This. The whole working for Peter and the FBI because this isn't you Neal, the last thing I ever expected you to do with lateral to the feds especially given your own personal history with law enforcement not to mention dad's. So what's this really about? Lemme guess, Kate? You can't track her down locked up in a supermax prison for four years but you can if your out free and have federal resources at your fingertips!"

"This isn't about Kate–" Neal began.

"Don't lie to me Neal, like hell this isn't about her!" Phoebe threatened

"Look Phoebe this isn't about Kate. I know she's gone so I'm not going to go looking for her. I want to be here for you, my baby sister who is pregnant and alone."

"–I'm not alone, I have Simon or have you already forgotten the man you met forty minutes ago. I am far from alone Neal, I have my friends and I have Simon and he's all I really need. Just because I cut you out of my life didn't mean that I was alone, you were never the centre of my world Neal. I have my own life which has nothing to do with you in the slightest!" Phoebe hissed.

"That's not what I meant Pheebs and you know it, I want to be here for you. I want to be the big brother I should have been all those years ago when you needed one and I want to be an uncle to your child. I know you don't trust me and you have every right not to given everything I've done. But I'm trying Phoebe. I am really trying to do the right thing for once, all I'm asking for is a chance. I know it's a lot to ask but let me prove myself to you. I'm not going to run again. The anklet won't let that happen and more importantly this is the one place I want to be. Please." Neal pleaded and Phoebe could feel her resistance slowly slipping away, damn her brother and those baby blue eyes of his! She was going to end up regretting this.

"You stay out of trouble and you don't go looking for Kate. Those are my conditions Neal and if I find out you've gone behind my back and done either of them then we're through. Not on speaking terms through but as in you will never see me or my child ever again…"