Thanks for all the reviews guys! So, there's a bit of Neal and Sara interaction in this chapter as well as Peter and Diana. Also, this story will be following all of season 5 except for the last bit of the season finale where you-know-who gets _. (Yep, no spoilers). So, Peter does move to Washington and all that.

"Neal, I don't have time for this right now," Sara muttered as she pulled on her gloves and hat. "I'm here in New York and I don't have to explain my choices to you."

"I'm not asking you anything crazy," Neal argued, moving to block the exit so that she couldn't run off. "You're supposed to be in London and I was just curious as to why you're here."

"Why do you even care? We're not even friends," she added spitefully as she remembered Neal's new girlfriend – the one who seemed to be just perfect.

Neal grimaced. "What do you mean?" he asked, looking confused. "We're more than friends, Sara."

She shook her head. "No, we're not. We slept together and dated but we were never friends. Besides, you have Rebecca now and—"

"Wow, you haven't changed one bit," he interrupted her. "You were the one who ignored all my calls and didn't give me a chance. You were the one who didn't want a relationship with a felon so don't blame me. And, Rebecca and I are over, in case you haven't heard."

When she heard Neal say the words she'd been waiting to hear for the last two months, her heart stopped. She knew that Neal was part of a dangerous territory that she didn't want to go into. Even though it had been more than a year since she had last dated him, she still undeniably had feelings for Neal and that scared her like nothing else. "Well, you've never been known to have long relationships," she told him snootily as she tried to push past him to get into the elevators.

"Just shut up," Neal said, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't want to talk about Rebecca but it wasn't my fault this time."

"Fine," she replied. "Now, I'd really appreciate it if you would move because now I'm really running late."

"It's always about you, isn't it?" he asked, looking at her quizzically. "You're such a hypocrite, Sara. You told me that when I ran away to Cape Verde, I was being selfish. But, you're the same as I am. You do things for your own personal gain."

"My own personal gain?" Sara scoffed. "This is my job, Neal, not a con. Why are you so upset anyway? Long-distance relationships never work out in the end and we were never a couple."

"I give up," Neal muttered as he pushed open the glass doors that led back to the White Collar division. "I really thought that maybe we could try the whole friendship thing again but you're obviously not interested."

Sara sighed as she watched Neal stalk to his desk and reluctantly pressed the down button to the elevator. She couldn't believe the nerve he had to question her decisions. So what if she was a bit of a workaholic? She didn't have any ties in New York so she left and it didn't work out. She shook her head and discretely wiped the tears that were threatening to spill. Sometimes, she really hated Neal Caffrey.

"So, what were you and Sara talking about there?" Peter asked as he and Neal were leaving the office. "You both looked upset."

"Peter!" Neal exclaimed, looking appalled. "Are you looking for the office gossip?"

"No, I'm just curious," the older man said. "I was just remembering that conversation we had about her before and now that you're single, maybe you guys could reconcile. You were serious about her before."

"No," Neal replied shortly. "It's not going to work out and I'd rather not try."

"Okay," Peter said quietly, backing off. He'd always known that despite his need to hold people at arm's length, Neal was a hopeless romantic. "You know, there are only a few more days until I leave for Washington again. In fact," he continued, "I have two Yankees tickets and I was wondering if you'd come with me."

"Sure," Neal agreed distractedly as he tried to flag down a cab. "See you later, Peter."

When he returned to his apartment, the first thing Neal did was open up a bottle of wine. He was feeling bad for himself and the best self-pity came with alcohol. He knew that he had always liked Sara because she wasn't part of his past life. Kate, Rebecca, Alex; they were all part of that world and even though she played dirty, Sara wasn't like them. Neal didn't want to admit it, but as soon as he'd seen Sara walking into the room, he was hoping that they could reunite and possibly have a fling – or even more if she was interested. But now, he knew that it was hopeless to even hope for something that wasn't even on her radar anymore.

"Neal, stop daydreaming," Diana said, rapping her knuckles on his head. "Come with me, we have work to do."

"So, what's on the agenda today?"

"Oh, Sara's going to go see her clients and you're going along with her to scope them out," Diana replied breezily. "That won't be a problem, right?"

"No, it won't," Neal answered testily. "But please don't force me to be in her company for more than two hours."

Diana smiled knowingly. "Yeah, that's how I feel with Christie sometimes when I see her with our mutual friends. It's just really weird, you know. We would've been married by now," she said wistfully, "but, it wasn't meant to be."

"Thanks for understanding," Neal said gratefully, smiling at his boss. "Also, I still haven't properly thanked you for letting me stay here as a consultant even though there are other CI's needing jobs. Let me you dinner sometime."

"You know that I'm not interested in men right, Caffrey?" Diana asked, swatting his arm good-humoredly. "But, I'll admit that having dinner with someone who isn't a baby would be fantastic."

"Great." Neal stood up and walked towards the door. "I guess I need to meet up with Sara. Wish me luck."

"Don't worry," Diana called back. "It'll be fine. We'll be in the van and you'll be just fine."

Please review! Also, I wrote a new White Collar story called "Lost" and so it would be great if you'd check it out!