Notes: Yeah, I know. It's not Batman. But it's been a while since I've done something Chuck/White Collar related. This was the result of an idea KeJae and I tossed around a while back. Since I had it partially written, now completely written (it'll be two parts), I decided it would get uploaded first.

The Retirement Mission - Part 1

There was one person in his life that Peter hoped never to see again. However, hope could only go so far. Peter looked Kieran Ryker up and down. His older twin looked good, for someone who was supposed to be dead.

"You have a lovely home here Petey," Kieran said as he looked around. Kieran's gun was tucked into his waistband, where he could grab it quickly. Peter's gun was in the safe upstairs.

"Don't call me that." Peter didn't like his brother. He wasn't sure when it started; whether it was when Kieran joined the CIA and changed his name, when he heard news that Kieran had gone rogue, or when he heard the news that Kieran had been killed, however he just realised one day that his brother was not a person he wanted in his life.

Kieran walked around the lounge room. He mostly ignored the pictures placed around and only commented on how 'hot' Peter's wife was.

"All I need is a way out of the country," Kieran commented.

Peter suspected as much. He could tell that Kieran was in trouble since the guy was acting more paranoid than Mozzie. The first thing he had done was yank out the phone cord. The second was take Peter's phone, smash it and drop it in a glass of water.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to help you," Peter commented. Kieran stopped pacing the room to stare at him.

"Isn't it obvious? I need your ID and a flight out. And for you to stay here for a couple of hours until my flight leaves."

"You want to steal my identity?" Peter was not impressed. "Don't you think I'll be the first point of call by anyone who comes looking for you?"

Kieran shrugged and turned away, dismissing Peter's concerns. He was bringing danger right onto Peter's doorstep and he didn't even care.

"What if I refuse?"

Kieran chuckled. "Do you really think you have an option? I only need you to pay for the flight."

Peter needed to think quick. The agent in him wasn't going to let Kieran get away.

"And what do you plan to do when that plane lands?" he questioned. Kieran crossed his arms and frowned.

"Do you really think I'm going to tell you my plans and have agents waiting for me when I arrive?"

Peter just stared and let Kieran think through. They both knew that Peter could have people waiting in the airport even without knowing Kieran's plans. They would just have to look out for 'Peter Burke'.

"You know I'm FBI, right? I work in White Collar."

"So what? You're not going to let me get away with it?" Kieran questioned calmly.

"So I know criminals who can forge." Peter levelled Kieran with a glare. "You're not using my name to get out of this country, get your own."

There was a tense silence while Peter wondered if Kieran was going to take the bait. Kieran pulled out the gun and Peter winced, wondering if this would be his last moment.

"How about I use your name to get out of the country and use my own after?" Kieran suggested.

Was he taking the bait?

"What?"

"Get up," Kieran ordered. "You're going to drive. Try anything funny and Mrs. Peter Burke will come home to discover she's a widow."

Peter wondered if he was doing the right thing. He stood on June's doorstep and smiled at the maid. His mind was whirling.

What if Neal got hurt? What if he said something wrong and Kieran decided to kill them both?

He knocked on Neal's door.

Peter was surprised when Mozzie opened the door.

"I didn't expect you to be here," he commented.

Mozzie looked him up and down and then turned to Kieran.

"And I didn't expect there to be two of you. What's going on?"

Kieran shoved Peter to the side as he pulled a gun on Mozzie.

"Who are you?" he demanded to know.

"Kieran," Peter scolded. "What do you think you're-"

"I'm Neal Caffrey," Mozzie responded confidently. "Who are you?"

Peter was certain his heart stopped for a moment. He wondered whether Kieran would fall for whatever scheme Mozzie was running. He wondered what the scheme was about. He wondered what Kieran would do to them if he figured out the scheme.

"You can call me Kieran." Peter's brother shoved his way into the apartment, watching them carefully as they followed him in, closing and locking the door at his order.

"I have to say, Peter, your brother is not what I expected."

"I have to agree," Peter sighed. Kieran was trouble. He was trained by the CIA but didn't conform to their restrictions. He would kill them if they failed to prove useful.

"Petey, stop talking," Kieran said, taking a seat at the dining room table. "Tell your pet con what I need."

Peter sighed, he hated that nickname. Mozzie wrinkled his nose and a noise rumbled deep in his throat. Almost like he wanted to spit at Kieran but held back.

"Kieran needs a couple of fake IDs. They need to be able to pass long enough to get him out of the country." Again, Peter restrained from adding.

"I'd need time for something like that," Mozzie responded. They looked at each other, attempting to ignore Neal, who was slipping into the room from his closet.

"You don't have time," Kieran said. "Get it done or you both get shot. Petey first."

Mozzie's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Neal paused in step for a moment before pulling out a gun of his own.

Kieran caught on that there was something going on and turned.

Neal fired.

"Take cover!" he bellowed to Peter and Mozzie.

Peter grabbed the little con's shoulders and pulled him back towards the bookcase.

"We'll use this for cover," Peter said as he upended the coffee table, creating a barrier between them and Kieran.

Mozzie was pale and sweating but nodded his understanding.

"Why did you have to bring him here, Suit?" he questioned.

"Because..." Peter said, trailing off. Probably because Neal was resourceful and could quickly come up with plan. They had each other's back and Peter didn't think Neal would be happy if Peter went off and either let his brother get away or captured him at great risk to himself.

Peter was ready to jump into the fray when he started taking in the fight. Or the lack of one.

Next to him, Mozzie muttered something in awed French.

Neal had disarmed Kieran and was holding him to the ground, arm pulled behind his back and gun pointed at his head. He also looked furious. It was more terrifying than the time Peter had stopped Neal from attacking Fowler because Neal wasn't shaking. He was calm as he threatened Kieran.

"Come on, give me a reason to shoot you."

"Larkin," Kieran growled.

"Larkin?" Peter and Mozzie questioned in unison. Peter guessed this was an ID Neal had never used around Mozzie. It was also one he hadn't heard of either.

Neal gave them an apologetic smile while Kieran put up a token struggle before switching tactics.

"What? He never told you? He's the same as me, CIA. My guess, he was assigned to watch you, Petey, just in case you helped me out."

Neal rolled his eyes but when he caught Peter glaring at him, felt the need to be honest.

"He's not exactly wrong. I was assigned to watch you on the off chance that your brother contacted you. In all honesty, this was supposed to be my retirement. A nice easy mission which wouldn't involve much work."

"What kind of spy retires as a criminal?" Peter questioned.

"Probably most kinds," Mozzie responded. "We're birds of a feather."

Neal laughed at that. "Moz isn't exactly wrong. I think I've broken more laws as a spy than as Neal Caffrey."

"Doesn't seem fair."

"Probably because he's a traitor like me. You stole the Intersect, Larkin." Kieran wasn't done trying to shove a wedge between this team. "Sent it to a civilian of all people."

"And yet, here I am, with a gun to your head," Neal countered. "Who's the traitor now?"