"So how does it feel?" Neal asked handing Eleanor a glass of wine. She was curled up on his couch as the heavy rain pounded on the roof.

"Exhilarating, no beyond exhilarating." She said taking the glass from him with a smile on her face. "Words can't even begin to describe it. I feel like I'm being let out of prison for the first time!"

"You are equating a visit from your parents to prison?" Neal asked his eyebrows arching.

"Oh I forgot who I was talking to." She joked snuggling close to him. "Mister Neal Caffrey, con artist and prison escape extraordinaire."

"But seriously was it really that bad?"

"No, not really." She admitted. And it was the truth. Sure there were times when she wanted to rip her mother's head off, but in the long run it could have been worse. When she and Neal drove her parents to the airport in the morning, her mother was a perfectly normal composed southern lady. There was no hint of distain toward Neal or disapproving looks, it was as if last night didn't even happen. Eleanor had the slightest feeling that somehow her father was behind it.

"That's what I thought." Neal said propping his feet up on his coffee table.

"I miss this." Eleanor said sipping her wine.

"What?"

"Just sitting here with you, talking. It feels like we haven't done this in ages." She said resting her head on him. "I'm always at the hospital and you're off doing what even con men consultants do, we never have time to just sit and talk."

"We have time now what do you want to talk about?" Neal asked.

"I donno, stuff I guess? I mean come on were not really a normal couple are we?"

"It all depends on your definition of normal." Neal said his thumb stroking her arm. Eleanor smiled. She wished she could stay like this forever, happy. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and she wasn't the only victim. She was sure Neal had his fare share of troubles too. His stricken face was still bouncing around in her head. And just like that a dark cloud had settled on her heart.

"Neal, are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, I'm with you." Neal said with a smile.

"No, I mean it Neal. Are you happy?" she said again, for some reason fearing the answer.

"Why do you ask?"

"You're a con man. You live fast and loose. Isn't this," she said gesturing to the both of them, "against your nature? You know, a steady relationship…settling down?"

"Ellie…" Neal started closing his eyes. Eleanor bit her lip as Neal's grip tightened. He drew in a deep breath as if to launch into a long and drawn out explanation. His eyes opened and met hers. They were shining with such a bright intensity that it made Eleanor blink. "Ellie who I am…it's complicated, but believe me when I say that I love you and that I am happy."

"Then I'm happy." She said a wide smile breaking across her face. She leaned in and kissed his soft lips. That is all she wanted. She wanted him to be happy.

"Did your dad hear us come in last night?" Neal asked as they broke apart.

"I don't think so." She said with a sly smile on her face. "Why do you ask?"

"Well after everything that happened last night I would have thought… never mind." Neal said with a shake of his head.

"What? Oh don't tell me you were afraid!" Eleanor said trying to hold back a fit of laughter.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"I would never!" she snorted placing her wine glass down so she didn't spill its contents.

"You are laughing at me!" he said in disbelief. "I can't believe you are laughing at me!"

"It's more like laughing with you." she said her body shaking from laughter.

"Oh really?" Neal asked grabbing her around her waist and tickling her sides sending her into a fit of laughter. She fell back onto the couch as Neal continued to tickle her mercilessly.

"Stop it!" she yelled though gasps of air.

"Will you stop laughing at me?" Neal asked looming over her, devilish smile on his handsome face.

"I'll stop! I'll stop!" she laughed uncontrollably. The tickle assault stopped but Neal remained on top her, his perfect blue eyes sparkling. "What?" she asked.

"You are so beautiful." He said brushing stray hair out of her face. His fingers traced down her chin line and rested on her lips. Then he kissed her. An electric shock ran through her body as she entangled her fingers in his hair. In his arms, there was no other place she wanted to be. She was gone, gone baby gone.

The End

A/n: Well, this is the end! Thanks for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites. And of course, a HUGE thank you to all who stuck with Eleanor! Its makes my heart happy. Now I have one question for you all. I have some ideas rolling around in my head for a new Neal and Eleanor story and I need some help. I have two options going so far. Option one: a kidnapping involving the art thieves from this story, someone kicking some butt, and someone going crazy with worry. Or option two: something sexy that involves Neal and Eleanor going undercover to crack something, I just don't know what (I could use some help on this matter too. It has to be something that would involve Eleanor). Tell me what you think! I love hearing your opinions! And again, thanks for reading my story!