IMPORTANT NOTICE:I can't really think of what to write for the ending epilogue, so I think I'll just leave it here. I hope you all enjoyed. :)

Author's note: I've been so busy! I'm so sorry about my slow updates! I had a legal situation going on last week, I've just been so busy. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Warnings: Language, spoilers for season one.

Neal smiled at Elizabeth. "Thanks for taking me out. I had a lot of fun. And, thanks for buying me the art supplies. It means a lot. I'm hoping it will help me take my mind off of things that have been going on lately.." He said.

Elizabeth grinned at him. "Don't mention it. I had fun too. I'm hoping it will help you. Sweetie, you've been just so stressed and tired lately. I hope this helps. I really do." She kissed his forehead.

"Yeah, me too. I'm going to go take a shower." He said and walked off to upstairs.

A few minutes later, Peter walked through the door. "Hey, hon. How was shopping with Neal?" He asked and kissed her cheek, sitting down.

Elizabeth smiled. "It was fun. I'm really worried about him, Peter. He's not himself anymore. He's just...different." She sighed.

Peter nodded. "I know. He'll get better soon. I'm seeing a lot of improvement. The only problem I have now is that I don't think he'll go back to the therapist. I don't even think he needs to if he keeps up the painting. It seemed to relieve him a lot." He said. "I'll talk to him though. Where is he?" He asked her.

"Upstairs. He's taking a quick shower. I'm going to go out with some of my co-workers. We have some things to talk about. I'll see you around." She kissed him and then disappeared out the front door.

Peter waited for Neal to come down the stairs, and when he did, he was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was dripping wet and he had a towel around his neck. He smiled at Peter. "When did you get here?" He asked.

"Just now. Come and sit down. We need to talk." He said, a serious expression pasted on his face.

Neal raised an eyebrow and sat. "Whatever I did, I didn't do it." He said, smiling slightly.

Peter looked at him. "You're suffering. I can see it. Ever since the whole thing happened with Alyssa and you being kidnapped, I can tell it's bringing back bad memories for you. Memories of Kate, your mother, I don't know. But you need to talk about these things. You need-"

Neal interuppted him. "Don't tell me what I need and I don't need. I can take care of myself perfectly fine. I'm not going back to that therapist. I'm not telling him my personal life. He's a stranger. He doesn't know me. I don't want him to know me. I don't really give a damn what you say, I'm not going back. You can send me back to jail for all I care before I ever step through that door again. Everyone seems to think I belong at jail anyway."

"Wait, what? Who thinks you belong in jail?"

"Hughes, Ruiz, you know, people like that." He said, wearily.

Peter sighed. "I'm not going to send you back to jail. I don't even know what made you think that. Talk to me about these things. I'm not going to make you go back to the therapist if you don't want to. Just, talk to me, or June, or Elizabeth. Just talk to someone about these things that are bothering you. Please, it'll make you feel better, I promise, Neal." He said, softly.

Neal sucked in his cheeks. "Okay. I'll talk to you about it. Anybody other than that therapist." He leaned back, tired.

The agent smiled at him. "That's all I'm asking."

A few hours later..

Neal and Peter were on the couch, laughing about things they were telling each other. Neal had just gotten through talking to Peter about all the things that were bothering him. It had mostly reflected around Alyssa reminding him of Kate. The kidnapping had reminded him about his mother for some reason.

After the more serious talk, they had moved on to talking about more funny things that lightened the mood while they waited for Elizabeth. Peter was planning on taking them all to go rent a movie and watch it together. He had invited Diana, Clinton, June, and Lauren to join them. Mozzie passed up the opporutunity, considering their would be so many FBI people their.

They had a blast that night. Everyone was smiling, and for the first time in a long time, Neal felt happy.

THE END