Alright this chapter doesn't have as much humor as the last one but

gets the point of what I wanted across :)

Oh and it starts right after the last chapter so it might help to go back and read the last paragraph ;)

Chapter 2: Protecting Damian

"Dad!" The small boy shouted with the look of pure joy on his little face. Before the agents could blink the boy was half way across the room and had jumped right up into Neal's arms. Neal's smile was beaming as he caught the boy, his Son, Damian.

Once Peter's brain came out of shock and started working again everything started clicking into place. The boy, dark black hair, light skin, blue eyes, same attitude, same smile, great vocabulary, pickpocket… The kid was a mini Caffrey! The only thing he could see different was that the kid's hair was a few shads darker than Neal's. What Peter couldn't figure out now was, after years of studying 'Neal Caffrey's life' how in the hell did he miss this! Peter's thoughts were interrupted then as Neal started talking and… heading for the exit.

After Neal caught his son he decided it was time to leave so they could talk in private, though he only had a slight hope none of the agents, specifically Peter would let him go without answers. He had to try.

"Alright well look at the time, see you all tomorrow!" Neal said cheerfully still carrying his son he started walking quickly to the elevator. Damian didn't say a word, he had a small smile on his face and looked content with his head resting on Neal's shoulder as he held on to the Father he hadn't seen in a long time.

Neal had just reached the elevator and pressed the 'down' button when he heard the inevitable shout of his name by yes, Peter. Neal sighed and turned to his friend as Peter caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, the one that didn't have a child's head on it and quirked an eyebrow at Neal. The con artist just rolled his eyes, he really wanted to keep this a secret but he knew there was no way Peter would leave it alone. So it would be better coming from him… but not here.

"Follow me." Neal told him as the elevator arrived and he stepped in, Peter frowned but stepped in right behind him casting glances at the boy, Damian. They didn't speak on the elevator but Peter noticed Neal trying to keep the boy facing away from the camera. Even after they got out Neal took a slightly roundabout way to the exit door seeming to walk right in the security cameras blank spots making Peter more curious as they exited the building without a word.

After about a block Neal still hadn't said anything, and Peter was about to start interrogating him when the younger man finally spoke. Neal took a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to calm himself.

"As I'm sure you put together Peter, this is my Son." Neal took a glance at Peter, "Who is supposed to be in boarding school right now." Neal said looking amused as the boy shifted in his arms when his Father mentioned he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Peter just had to know something though; he knew he'd feel bad about asking since Kate was still a sore subject. He tried for a different approach.

"Who's his Mother?" Peter asked looking at Neal to see if he would try and lie, or 'bend the truth' as he put it. Neal just sighed though.

"I know what you're thinking, but no, he's not Kate's." Neal said as he pulled the boy a little closer. That was a bit shocking to Peter though, 'not Kate's.' Peter knew Kate was Neal's everything, well he thought he knew but apparently there was more. If the kid wasn't Kate's though… who's was he?

"I'm not telling you who his Mother is because, well… she wouldn't be too happy if her name was going through the FBI data base. However his Mother like me lived a bit dangerously and so we weren't sure we could keep him safe if he was with us. We tried though, we kept him with us even after I met Kate and we broke up we swapped him back and forth between us when one of us had to do something… but when you caught me… " Neal sighed with a far way look in his eyes. "After awhile of me not being there to help with him Damian turned five and she sent him to boarding school, a good one." Neal's expression was a little sad Peter noted and he almost regretted catching the con, but then he saw that mischievous glint in the con artist eye as Neal continued.

"Don't bother looking; we forged everything from his social security card to the foot prints on his birth certificate." Neal gave a small smile as Peter frowned. "The only way to ever prove he is mine or exist at all is the blood in his veins and the original documents I have hidden." Peter was really confused now.

"Well that explains why I never found a trace of him when I was looking for you, but why? Why would you go to such lengths to hide him?" Peter stopped walking as they were almost to June's and looked straight at Neal. Neal stopped with him and noticed his Son was already asleep in his arms. His eyes softening, he looked up at Peter with a sad smile.

"To protect him." He said simply then turned his head toward the front door of where he was staying. "Peter… I haven't seen him since he was four… I hid him because you know just as well as me that there are a lot of people who would like to hurt me for one reason or another… I couldn't let him get caught in the middle of it." Neal's voice drifted off at the end and he walked away. Peter could almost hear the silent 'like Kate' as he watched his friend walk up the stairs and through the front door of the New York mansion.

and CUT!

I'm not sure whenI'm putting the next chapter up but there will be at least one more :)

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