Details: I"VE GOT THE POWER! :)))))))))))))
Summary: During a case involving a human trafficker, Peter gets an interesting surprise on his door step. The adventures of everyone's favourite con ~ child sized.
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Peter looked back in the rearview mirror, while stopped at a red light, at the sleeping baby in his back seat. The stoplight cast an eerie shadow over the little kid, bathing his body in a deep rouge colour. His eyes lingered on Neal's chest, rising and falling in a rhythmic manner. The baby's tiny head was pressed against the cool glass of the window, with the mouth parted slightly, forming a mini "O". With a rumpled t-shirt and matted hair, he looked like a wreck, but that was the least of Peter's worries. He was just glad that the kid had made it out alright. A man from behind blared his horn irritatingly, throwing his hands up in frustration. Peter was startled, yet was none the less polite, waving in apology as he pressed his foot to the accelerator, jolting his car to a start. He steered it towards home, eager to see his worried wife.
Peter parked the car along the concrete sidewalk, just outside the steps leading up to the Burke Cottage. He remained in his seat with hands still positioned at ten and two on the wheel. He sighed, dropping them into his lap, weakly. He ran a dirtied hand over his haggard face and through his messy hair, trying to erase the fatigue from his body. His ankle throbbed painfully, requiring ice, Advil and a bandage. Elle would have his head on a silver platter for getting himself hurt, but he could take it. After all, it was for a good cause.
He sighed a final time before pushing open his driver's door, and stepping into the brisk night air. He shut the car door, careful to emit much noise. He eased the backseat door open, and stared at a sleeping Neal. He unbuckled the child, and slipped him methodically from a little booster seat Elle had purchased for him. Once out, Neal adjusted himself in his sleep; head resting on Peter's shoulder and fragile arms tightly wound around his neck. He smiled to himself, and walked carefully towards the front door. He pushed it open quietly, and stepped inside, feet meeting the hardwood of the foyer; it felt magnificent to be home at last. Footsteps padded towards the duo, producing Elle from the dimly lit household. Tears shone in her bright blue eyes; her boys were home.
Peter put his free hand to his lips, and pointed to the stairs. Elle nodded in agreement, and followed them up the stairs, and into the guest room. Peter paused, shifting the boy to his hands, so that he could tuck him in carefully and without waking the tired Neal. Paternally, he placed the fluffy blue blankets around the boy snugly.
"Ni Pe-er." He mumbled, before turning to his side and finding his stuffed lab puppy. His fists closed around it's soft paw and Neal smiled, before bringing it to his chest.
Peter smiled, and planted a kiss on his dark curls. "Goodnight, son." He answered reflexively, without noticing his mistake.
He checked the window latch for safety purposes, before turning out the lights, the room left illuminated by a small night-light, shining comfortingly through the dark. Peter smiled, and closed the door quietly.
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The married couple sat on their crème coloured couch, taking comfort in the each other's embrace. Peter closed his eyes, and nestled himself in his wife's brown hair, weariness setting in. Noise was not a factor at the moment, both enjoying the easy silence.
Elle however, couldn't seem to relax. She fiddled with the wedding band on her left hand, absentmindedly. Thought rolled through her head.
"Hon?" She whispered, breaking herself free from his arms to face him. Her eyes held his in an inescapable gaze. She pulled the throw around their knees.
"Hmm?" He mumbled in reply, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to stay awake.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, seriously, eyes studying Peter's for answers.
"About what?" He asked, rubbing his nose, and resting his elbows on his legs.
"Neal." She said, taking one of his hands, and redirecting his attention back on her. "The men who made him a baby again are dead, are they not?" She asked.
He nodded. "I have no idea what we are supposed to do, Elle." He said, earnestly. "I mean, Hell I didn't even know that it was possible to make him a child, and now we are supposed to change him back? Elle I didn't even know that was possible." He said, shaking his head.
"Me neither, it seemed like something out of a science fiction movie." She said.
Peter sighed, "I don't think there is a way to change him back, hon. The only one who knew how was torched."
Elle shrugged. "Then I guess there is nothing else we can do."
Peter nodded again. The pair relapsed back into silence.
"Is it bad that I don't want him to go back to being an adult?" She whispered, avoiding Peter's eyes.
Peter chuckled. "I can't say that I wouldn't miss him being a kid. Certainly makes my job easier."
Elle punched him on the shoulder. "I'm serious. I almost want him to stay little." She said, eyes widening. "I want him to be mine."
"I do too." Peter whispered, drawing his wife into his arms.
Elle looked him square in the eyes. "Well, let's make him ours. You always wanted a son right?" She asked, a smile gracing her lips at the possibility of getting a long awaited baby.
Peter laughed in reply.
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Again, deeply sorry. I hope everyone has an amazing Labour Day. I will try to get you an update ASAP..
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