A/N: A big thanks to all the reviews, alerts, and favorites! I love you guys! I'm not as happy with this chapter, it was written when I was in a mood... So it feels choppy and harsh to me, but it wanted to be that way. Thoughts?

Peter Burke let out a sigh of boredom and leaned back in his rather uncomfortable chair. It had been nearly four hours since he'd parked outside of Caffrey's latest apartment. So far there had been no sign of movement and he was very sick of the whole thing. Unfortunately he had to just deal with it. Cowboy up as his father would say.

He glanced out the window again and saw nothing. Of course there was nothing. Caffrey knew he was out there, Peter was sure of it. So he would do nothing that would get him caught until Peter had left. To top it all off, the air conditioning in the van was broken, so it was incredibly hot, and Peter was also starving.

All in all, not a good experience. After a few more minutes of silence, Peter's phone rang. He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey," his wife's voice said. "How's it going?"

"Oh, it's going fine," Peter said with a smile he hoped showed in his voice. "Just sitting outside Caffrey's apartment in the van."

"That's... good," Elizabeth said slowly. "Do you know when you'll be home?"

"Whenever Hughes tells me I'm done," he said. "Probably not before dinner. I'm sorry, El."

"It's okay. Don't apologize." Elizabeth sounded slightly let down. "I'll talk to you tonight, okay, honey?"

"Alright. I love you," Peter said.

"I love you, too." Elizabeth hung up the phone and Peter leaned his head back against the seat, letting out a sigh. He wished he were already home with her, not stuck in the hot, silent van.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the side of the van. Peter poked his head out and saw a young teenager standing with a grocery sack.

"Are you Mr. Burke?" He asked.

"Agent Burke, yes," Peter said.

"I'm s'posed to give this to you." The kid tossed the sack into Peter's arms and left as quickly as he'd come. Peter frowned curiously and looked inside. There was a sandwich from some deli, and a bottled water. Peter rolled his eyes amusedly. His stomach grumbled at the smell of food and he took a bite of the sandwich.

It was from Neal, he knew it was. That was just the sort of thing the guy did. Peter also knew that Neal would be watching him, so he rolled down his window and waved.

"Thank you," he said to the building. It didn't take him long to finish the food and he went to throw the garbage away in the grocery sack when something else fell out. A container of yellow pudding and a plastic spoon. With a short laugh, Peter opened the pudding and took a bite. As he'd suspected, it was banana-flavored. That was actually sort of nice.

Caffrey knew his stuff. Most people would just go for a standard flavor, but Neal went the extra mile and found out your favorite, then got that. Peter kept watching the building out of the corner of his eye and let out a sigh. He wished he could just make Caffrey stop all this before the kid got himself arrested for life. It wasn't the first time he'd wished that, either. It would be better all around. It wasn't a realistic wish, though, as much as he desired it.

Banana pudding or no, they were on opposing sides of the law, and they both knew it.