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If he was the moon, she was the sun. Simply put, they were as different as chalk and cheese. Yet, Neal just knew that they'd be great together. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but with both Sara and Peter in New York, it almost felt like the old days, before all the drama with his father and Rebecca.

"How did you get into stealing things?"

Neal sputtered and hastily put down his glass of wine. "Do we really have to talk about that?" he asked hastily.

Sara nodded. "Come on, it must be a great story and I'd love to know what led to you taking my Raphael." She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Who knows, this information might even come in handy sometime as blackmail."

"Well, you basically know the story. Moz and I tried to pull a con on Adler and we got caught," he said. "I ran away from home when I was eighteen because of my father and his past. Since then, my path hasn't exactly been straight and narrow. My dad was a murderer and I am also a felon. Like father, like son," he finished wryly.

"That does make sense though," Sara mused. "I figured you'd have some reason for being who you are. I thought it would be a little more interesting though," she confessed. "

"But stealing because I had family problems didn't really hold up in court that well."

"Sure, but you're a much better person now than you were oh, two years ago," Sara admitted. "You've changed a lot and it seems like your illegal activities have stopped," she said, a lingering question in her voice.

"I have stopped stealing and forging things if that's what you're asking," Neal defended himself. "Other than the Hagan thing, I've been a model citizen."

"What Hagan thing?"

"Long story," he muttered, rubbing his forehead and looking downcast. "Let's not even get started on that."

Sara frowned but didn't pry more. She knew that in time, Neal would bring down his walls and let her in more. She deserved it though. She had forgotten completely about Neal after moving to London and it would take time to forge the bond between them again. Last time, she wasn't ready and this time, he wasn't ready to commit. How ironic.

Peter felt as if he couldn't move. Standing outside the elevator, he sneaked a glance through the door and saw Diana looking angrily at Neal, Jones filing paperwork, some blonde girl filling up her coffee mug. Nothing had changed, he told himself as he took a deep breath. Everything was the same yet it had all changed. Finally forcing his legs to move towards the door, Peter entered the White Collar offices, this time to stay.

"Peter, you're back!" Jones said, waving at his boss. "It feels like you were just left a little while ago and now, you're here again."

"I was gone for less than two weeks," Peter laughed. "It's really good to be back though."

"It's great to have you back here, boss." Diana grinned at Peter and moved to give him a warm hug.

As Peter walked into his old office, he felt as if he had never left a day. Unlike the first time he had gone to the office in D.C., this time was much more normal. Not one person was judging him by the shadows his past had left on the White Collar division. He looked up at the door as he heard the telltale signs of his ex-CI rapping on the door. "Come in," he called.

"So you're back." Neal glanced around. "How does it feel?"

"Everyone keeps asking me that and I just don't know what to say," Peter admitted. "I feel great being here but I miss El. Sleeping alone in that huge bed is no fun and the house just feels too big for just me and Satch."

Neal nodded, looking at his friend sympathetically. "It gets easier. That's how it was with me and Kate. When I first went to prison, I wanted to see her all the time but after a while, I didn't miss her ass much. I obviously still loved her but it was different."

"Do you think we'll stop loving each other?" Peter wondered and his face paled slightly. "I don't want to lose my wife just because I couldn't give up my job."

"You and Elizabeth won't stop loving each other," the younger man assured him. "Who knows, maybe she'll decide to move back to New York."

"That's the thing. I think that after compromising so much of her career for me, she wants to stay in D.C."

"Maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be."

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