Wow, I haven't posted anything in a while. I'm really sorry about that. Forgive me? Pwease? :3

Title :: Neal's Secret
Disclaimer :: I don't own the boys.
Summary :: Trust is questioned between Peter and Neal when someone Neal knew gets brought up. Neal's trying his hardest to hide something, Peter just has to figure out what it is.

When Neal entered the FBI building that morning an uneasy feeling washed over him as what seemed to be the entire floor fell quiet. He quickly gave a glance around the office. Everyone seemed to try and not look obivous while whispering about him - even though it was insanely obvious to Neal.

He took a seat at his desk trying not to feel offended that people were talking about him. What could they be talking about anyways? He hadn't done anything. Hell, he'd just gotten in the office. He glanced over towards Diana, who was standing by Jones' desk. She gave him a concerned look, as if she wanted to tell him something but couldn't yet. Neal reacted with a confused one in her direction, questioning what was going on.

"Neal." The demand was made from the balcony - loud and clear. The conman looked in it's direction to see Peter standing there, he looked angry. Very angry. That uneasy feeling grew quickly in Neal's chest making him feel a little sick. The Agent pointed directly to him then motioned for him to come to his office. He quickly followed orders and all but ran to the stairs. All eyes on him.

After entering the office Neal closed the door. "You...wanted to see me..." Neal cautiously stated. Peter turned from looking over the city through the window, to glare at the other man.

"We need to have a talk." His voice was flat, Neal couldn't get any sign from it about how much trouble he was in for whatever he did.

"Peter, I didn't do anything." Neal said quickly, preparing to defend himself. "Don't." Peter said, his lips forming a tight line. Oh yeah, he was upset. Neal gave him a confused look, questions filling his head. What the hell was going on that had everyone so on edge today? Peter stood behind his desk, throwing a file across in Neal's direction. The other man picked up the file from the edge of the desk, not wanting to open it to see what was inside.

"Open it." Peter's eyes never left Neal's as he followed the order and opened the folder. Neal didn't even look at the document; just the picutre that was paperclipped in the corner. His gut twisted, immediately making him feel more sick.

"I found it on my desk this morning." Peter informed. Neal couldn't speak - not that he had much to say even if he could talk. His eyes couldn't leave the picture from the file. He could feel his heart against his chest, attempting to break through bones. Why were they looking into Him? He was sure the documents answered that question easily but he couldn't move his eyes from that photo - that face. Those dark eyes and smug smile in the mugshot like the man owned the world.

He looked up at Peter after a moment, mask up; hiding any secrets or emotions from his face and eyes - including the absolute fear running through his blood.

Peter tried to study his look but couldn't get anything from it. "Neal. He's you're ex-cellmate. Broke out of prison two days ago? Come on." Peter said, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head in disapproval. He didn't really seem angry, just upset about the situation. Neal placed the file back on the Agents desk. "I didn't have anything to do about this."

Peter gave him one of those looks; the type that said he wanted - badly - to believe him but just...couldn't under the circumstances. A look that wanted the truth. "Is this what the entire department is talking about? I had nothing to do with this Peter. I promise you that." Neal pointed angrily down at the file on Peter's desk and then stormed out of the office. The Agent watched for a few moments as the other man left.

Neal was crossing the floor, almost to his desk, before he heard his name called from the balcony again. He stopped in his tracks, sighing, and turning around. He knew everyones eyes were on him and Peter, he could feel it.

"Go home for today." Peter met his eyes, Neal could see the concern masked past the demanding tone. Ordering him to go home meant he'd be by later to check up on him and talk this out without the wandering eyes of the department floor. Neal held eye contact for a moment before finishing the show for everyone and storming out of the building.

Peter watched him go, feeling bad, hoping - wishing - Neal had nothing to do with this.

I start school tomorrow! Junior Year. I really don't want to go but, it's back to not caring and writing during class time. Yay! And I'm officially back. I apologize again for not posting for a while there but, it's all good now. So, let's get this story started. :)