(A/N): Thanks again for all the reviews/alerts/favorites! This chapter has a little spoiler for Point Blank (2x09). I don't own anything and any mistakes you find are my own.

Hours. They've been in that room for hours. It was almost 7 in the morning according to Peter's watch and surprisingly, Reid hadn't come back yet. The lock, as Neal explained to Peter numerous times, couldn't be picked because there was no hole on this side of the door. If Neal thought being in the van earlier was hard, this had to be torture. Though, he kept his frustration inside, while Peter expressed it.

"Peter! Can you please stop pacing? You're adding to my headache." Neal finally said after minutes of watching Peter walk from one end of the room to the other. He was pretty sure getting stuck in a room with Peter could be classified as cruel and unusual punishment.

"Sorry." Peter stopped and went to sit down by Neal. "I'm not use to being stuck in a room this long." He sighed, "I'd rather be in a budget meeting."

"Try prison for four years."

"Oh, no. You don't get to play that card." Peter shook his head. Neal decided not to argue any further on that matter.

"The first thing I'm doing when we get out of here is using the bathroom."

"Whoa, too much information!"

"And you should really consider a shower, Peter." Neal smirked.

"Give me a break! It's burring up in here." Peter loosened his tie a bit more.

"Here," Neal reached into his pocket, "this might help diminish your stench."

"Put that away! I can't believe you kept that in your pocket!" Peter rolled his eyes at Neal holding up one of the air fresheners he bought. This one appeared to be berry.

"Come on, Peter, have some fun. There's nothing else to do." Neal pocketed the air freshener.

"How about you try being quiet again?" Peter offered. "No? Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to close my eyes and try to pretend I'm at home with my wife, sipping my morning coffee, and not here with you."

"Hey, I didn't ask to be locked in a room with you." Neal paused, waiting for a snarky reply from Peter, but he didn't get one. "Peter?" He scooted over to the agent and heard even breathing. Neal sighed, Peter had fallen asleep. "Great. What am I supposed to do now?" He looked around the room, back to Peter, and then smiled.

Jones and Diana were in route to the bar where the tracker still showed Neal at. This time they were prepared with a warrant and a few extra agents driving behind.

"I wonder how they held up last night." Diana broke the silence.

"I have no clue. But, you couldn't pay me enough to be stuck in a room all night with Caffrey. I hope Peter's still sane when we find them." Jones quipped, making Diana laugh.

"So, you think Reid's behind this?" Diana said in a more serious tone.

"That's my first guess. I'll be glad when we nab this guy though. Things can start getting back to normal around here."

"Agreed." Diana looked at her watch, it was almost 8. "How far out are we?" she asked.

"Probably about 10, 15 minutes if we don't hit anymore traffic." Jones said as he made a left at the light.

"I'm sure they'll be fine until then."

"Uh…Peter?" Neal spoke hesitantly.

"Go away." Peter mumbled and attempted to slap away the hand that shaking him.

"Peter, I'm not joking around this time. I think someone's coming." This caused Peter to sit up.

"Reid?" Peter thought out loud.

"Or Diana and Jones." Neal said hopefully.

Neal and Peter stiffened as they heard their visitor begin to unlock the door and open it.

"Hope you two didn't miss me." Reid smiled malevolently. It looked like he came back with newfound confidence.

"Can't say I did." Neal said bluntly.

"I didn't ask you." Reid spat out. "You should be lucky I haven't shot you yet." he pulled a gun out from his pants.

"Hold on, Reid, this is between you and me. No one else." Peter stood up slowly. He could feel Reid watching his every move. "If you want to blame me fine—just don't hurt anyone else."

"Why should I listen to anything you say?" Reid shouted, not caring if anyone heard him. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't thrown Michael in prison, he wouldn't be dead!"

"Jack, you know that's not true." Peter held out a hand, trying to calm Reid down.

"Shut up! Don't pretend to understand! All of this—manipulating Sawyers, the poison, even your damn dog was all a part of my plan to ruin you! I wanted you to feel what it's like to lose someone you care about or see them hurt like you did to me!" Reid pointed his gun at Neal and cocked it. "You obviously care about him, so please, give me one reason why I don't shoot him right here, right now?"

Peter down at Neal who was surprisingly calm. He'd have to ask Neal about that later…if they ever get out of the room. Peter looked back up to Reid, who still had the gun set on Neal, but was looking directly at him.

"No reason? Well, I guess you can say goodbye to your consultant friend."

"I can give you a reason." Peter and Reid looked down at Neal, who had spoken up out of nowhere.

"Don't pretend to know how this feels!" Reid yelled.

"Actually, I do." Neal said softly. It was then that Peter realized that Neal was talking about Kate and the whole incident with Fowler only a few months ago. "I bet that your brother would hate for you to ruin your life by seeking out revenge."

"You didn't know my brother!" Reid was close to breaking down again.

"You're right, I didn't. But I what I do know is how it feels to hold that gun in your hand and stare down at the man you blame everything for. It feels good, powerful in fact." Peter hoped that Neal was getting to the point. "And I know what it feels like after cooling down and realizing that you almost killed someone." Neal paused, allowing that to sink in. "And I know that killing me or hurting anyone else won't bring your brother back."

Reid looked like he was going to run straight out of the room just like he did yesterday, and he would've if it weren't for Jones and Diana standing by the door.

"Freeze—FBI! Gun on the ground, now!" Jones yelled and after a second, Reid obeyed. He proceeded to cuff Reid and handed him off to another agent. Neal sighed and stood up with help from Peter.

"Hey, you both alright?" Diana holstered her gun and walked over to them. She looked to Neal and pointed to his head. "Neal, what happened?"

Neal reached up to touch his head and recoiled. "Oh, forgot about that. It's nothing, Reid wanted me to shut up and I didn't and you can guess what happened."

"Neal Caffrey not shutting up? No way, that's unheard of!" Diana laughed. "Do you need to get checked out? You could have a concussion or something."

"Nah, I'm good. The doctor won't tell me anything I don't already know. I'll just go home and rest."

"Alright," Jones walked over, "they just left with Reid."

"Great job you two. So, what exactly took so long?" Peter asked.

Diana held up a piece of paper. "Warrant. The owner wouldn't let us back here without one."

"You're kidding. Any reason why he wouldn't let you guys look around?"

Jones nodded. "Oh yeah. There's another room down here. Man, that guy could open a pharmacy with all the drugs we found back there." He looked back at Peter and started laughing. It took a second, but Diana caught on too. Even Neal was smiling.

"What? What's so funny?" Peter was seriously confused.

"Peter, your tie." Diana stopped laughing long enough to point to Peter's chest.

"What the hell?" Peter looked down and saw a little purple tree attached to his tie. The same purple air freshener Neal had in his pocket before. "Neal!" he shouted and looked up to find Neal already out of the room.

"Sorry, Peter, bathroom!" Neal yelled from the hallway.

Jones sniffed. "Is that berry? You know, we should get some of those for the van."

Peter rolled his eyes as he walked out of the room and waited for Neal so they could finally get home.

"El? Honey?" Peter called out as he entered their home. Jones and Diana dropped him off after driving Neal back to Junes. He already called and talked to Hughes, who gave them the rest of the day off.

"Peter?" Elizabeth peaked out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm home." he walked over and gave her a big hug and was granted with an affectionate kiss. When they pulled apart, Elizabeth waved a hand in front of her face.

"No offense, hon, but you really stink."

"I've been told that." Peter remembered Neal's comment from earlier. "Don't worry; I'll get cleaned up soon."

"So, Diana called last night." Elizabeth started. "She left out a few details, but she said you and Neal were locked in a room?" she raised an eyebrow. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Of course I will, but over lunch. I'm starving!" Peter made his way into the kitchen with Elizabeth by his side.

The next day, it was like nothing happened. As usual, Peter drove up to June's to get Neal for another day of work. He had called the younger man last night to make sure he was fine, and Neal assured him all was well. After being welcomed into the house by one of June's maids, Peter made the short journey up the stairs to Neal's apartment. Just like the other day, the door was already open and he could see Neal sitting outside.

"Hey." Peter made himself present.

"Morning." Neal greeted. He put down his Italian Roast and stood up.

"You're looking better." Peter noticed Neal's chipper attitude was back in place.

"Told you I just needed some rest." Neal smiled.

"What you did in there—" Peter started but was cut off.

"It was nothing. I knew you had my back." There was such sincerity in Neal's voice that Peter couldn't help but smile.

"Well, you definitely saved both our butts by talking down Reid. I'm just glad all that is finally over."

"You and me both. I think I'll gladly take a mortgage fraud case right about now." Neal proposed.

"I don't think you'll have the same frame of mind when we get back to the office."

"You're probably right."

"Come on. Let's go."

Once at the office, a new mortgage fraud case was thrown at them. And just like Peter said, after about an hour with the new case, Neal was already bored. But, nonetheless, they made it through the day. Right before leaving, Peter went down to Neal's desk.

"Hey, I almost forgot, your presence is requested at Chez Burke tonight. El's cooking."

"I could never decline a dinner from Elizabeth."

"That's what I thought."

After saying their goodbyes to the remaining agents, both men headed home to Elizabeth. As soon as they walked through the front door, voices could be heard from the kitchen.

"Moz?" Neal made his way into the kitchen with Peter. Elizabeth was sitting with Mozzie at the table. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Neither did I." Peter looked at his wife.

"Mozzie offered to show me some home security options." Elizabeth pointed toward the magazines on the table.

"I recommended this Russian model. Top of the class." Mozzie handed Peter an information sheet.

"Right." Peter took a glance at the paper.

"Oh, honey, I think it's adorable! He's looking out for us." Elizabeth smiled at Mozzie.

"I'm just concerned for your safety." Mozzie faced Elizabeth. "You never know what new enemies the Suit will bring home."

Peter was unable to say anything as the oven timer beeped and Elizabeth went to go get dinner. Neal was overjoyed when she came back out.

"Cornish hens?" Neal frowned despite that Elizabeth had cooked his favorite meal. "Peter, why didn't you tell me? I have the perfect wine sitting at June's."

"One step ahead of you, my friend." Mozzie retrieved a bottle of wine from the kitchen. They all sat down and the wine was poured. Elizabeth was just about to take her first bite when she looked at Peter and started laughing. Mozzie looked up and chuckled.

"What are you two laughing at?" Peter didn't see anything funny about their dinner.

"Peter, you're tie." Elizabeth pointed as she continued to laugh.

"What the—Neal!" Peter shouted. To be honest, he was more surprised than angry. He looked up to Neal, who had his trademark grin plastered on his face. Peter looked back down at his tie and he couldn't help but smile himself.

There was a green air freshener clipped onto his tie.

(A/N): I thought I'd end this story on a happy note. I was real close to letting Reid shoot Neal, but I felt like Neal getting shot would better fit another story rather than this one. Sorry, it took so long to update, I really had no clue how to end it so I hope you guys thought it was alright. This has been my longest story yet and I'm definitely sad that its over! But, I do have some more stories planned and a whole summer to write them! Again, thank you to anyone who read this. It means a lot knowing that someone took the time to read something I wrote and actually enjoyed it! Thank you!