Sorry to those of you who were expecting this Friday. Our science teacher decided that we need to get through three chapters before Spring Break next week, so I was busy with all the homework that implies, and with it being so close to Easter, I was busy there too. I guess life is just catching up to me… and my muse was being uncooperative. Due to the number of story alerts and such that I got, I'm going to make this longer than the two/three chapters it was originally going to be. Anyway, on to the fic!

Not mine, don't own, except for Sorivelli.

One week earlier(and remains this way-well, days go by etc.- until otherwise stated, be warned that it might take a couple chapters before this gets back to the 'present')...

Neal woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the various windows and doors in his room. He smiled to himself and rolled over, prepared to start his Saturday by sleeping in. Until someone started pounding on his door.

"Caffrey, get over here and answer the damn door!" Peter yelled. "I can't stand here all day!"

Neal winced and climbed out of bed. He opened the door just enough to see Peter's glare and then decided not to irritate his partner anymore than he already was. He allowed the door to swing wide open and stepped out of the way just in time to avoid being trampled by a very irate Peter Burke.

"Where were you?" Peter snapped. "What happened to your phone? You realize I've been trying to contact you- or at least get you out of bed- for over a half hour!"

Neal glanced over at his table where his phone was sitting in plain sight. Running a hand through his hair he gave Peter a sheepish grin. "Sorry, my phone battery died. I'm kind of a deep sleeper…"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Sure you are. Meet me out front in ten."

And without another word, let alone one explaining why he was bothering Neal on a Saturday, he left.

…

Neal dressed as quickly as he could after ruefully admitting to himself that there was no way Peter would give him time for a shower. He brushed his hair down as well as he could and then left, phone and charger in hand.

The drive to the office was filled with a stony silence that Neal didn't dare break, especially considering Peter's driving was considerably more erratic than usual. When they pulled up in front of the building and the two men got out, Neal let Peter move on ahead.

When he finally reached the building and floor he wanted, Neal moved over to Diana and Jones.

Jones was sitting at his desk, he feet propped up as he flipped through a folder, while Diana sat on the edge of the desk in question, another folder sitting where she could easily see it. As Neal approached she shook her head and stabbed a finger at the folder.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Am I the only one who isn't cranky today?"

Jones shrugged. "Depends on who you ask. Some of us enjoy having our Saturdays off."

Diana brushed her hair behind her shoulder. "Some of us don't like being around a pissed-off Peter."

Neal nodded. "Yeah, I noticed he was a little irritable. What's up?"

Jones flipped the folder shut and passed it to him. "That's what's up. We got the Sorivelli case."

Neal fought to keep his expression neutral. He forced himself to nonchalantly flip through the various pages while he was inwardly panicking. Anything to do with Sorivelli didn't belong in the White Collar Crimes Division. Organized Crime, or Missing Persons would be a better fit.

He whistled through his teeth when he saw the list of suspected crimes tagged to the name. Neal was sure that Sorivelli hadn't done half of what was listed, but he would gladly let it be all tacked onto his reputation.

Neal looked up and raised his eyebrows. "I can see why Peter's irritated. Why are we getting this on a Saturday again?"

Diana shrugged. "If we knew, we probably would have found some way to get out of it. I just know that I got a call from Hughes this morning telling us to get over here and start working on this case."

Jones jumped slightly and pointed to himself, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere just over Diana's shoulder. Neal turned around to see Hughes nod and point again.

Jones stood up. "Looks like we're about to find out what's so special about this case that we have to come in on a Saturday."

Diana slipped off the desk and rolled her eyes. "Whatever it is, it had better be good."

Oh, I'm sure it is, Neal thought to himself. Knowing Sorivelli we'll be lucky if any of us get out of this alive.

Okay, so let me know what you think!