AN: This is addressed to only the two guest reviews I received Thursday. I don't know if you will continue to read my story or not but on the off shoot that you do I have something to say about your comments. 1. There was a warning about my story containing the spanking of an adult and although it wasn't listed in the summary it was in the sentence underneath in BOLD type. It was placed right before the listing of Chapter 1. You would have to be blind or dumb not to see, read or understand its meaning. 2. I am the one that is appalled at your behavior of not first becoming a member of this fan fiction site before you review a story knowing that whatever comment you make will not be answered by the author of the story that you just trashed…at least give us a chance to respond to your comments. After all the membership is free; what was it in your case….too lazy to fill out a form before you read? 3. When I read a story I don't like I just don't review it. Why make someone who has worked hard on their story feel badly by your comments…just say nothing and move on to a story you do like. Now back to the story...

Epilogue:

As the Burkes were headed down the stairs to get ready for breakfast there came a knock on the door. Peter looked at the clock on the wall and murmured, "Now who could that be at seven in the morning?" but dutiful went and answered the door to reveal Mozzie holding his newspaper.

"Mozzie….thanks," he said as he received the paper before the little guy went past him without another word and headed up the stairs to Neal's room.

El walked over to stand next to him just as mystified as he was to watch him go up. "What was all of that about?" she asked and only got a shrug from her husband and a shake of his head.

They were about to discuss it again when they heard several loud swats and then yelling and crying that could only come from Neal. El started up the stairs only to be held back by Peter who was smiling.

"He's hurting our son and you are smiling," cried El angrily.

"No he's carrying out a promise he made to Neal yesterday," explained Peter as his smile grew in width.

"Explain?"

"When Mozzie called me yesterday to tell me about where James might be he also mentioned that Neal was going to check out this last location before coming in like he promised…only he hadn't told me the part about checking out the last address. Mozzie had tried to convince Neal to leave that to us but Mr. Stubborn wouldn't hear about it so Mozzie implied heavily that he was going to take him to task after I finished with his disobedience. I bet Neal thought like I did that it was only an empty threat but hearing what I'm hearing now it seems that he was quite serious and he is giving Neal a spanking he won't soon forget."

"Peter he won't be able to sit for the rest of the week…not comfortably at least,"

El cried as her motherly tendencies came out.

"But he won't be disobeying Mozzie and me until his butt cools down," Peter replied as they heard the swats stopping even though the sobbing could still be heard. A moment a well satisfied Mozzie came down with a wooden spoon in his hand.

"I could really use a cup of coffee about now Mrs. Suit," cried Mozzie, "that was hard to do."

"Yeah, we have also learned that being a parent is a hard profession," replied Peter as he led the way to the kitchen. Soon they were all enjoying a cup of Italian roast coffee.

"Is this the first time you had to spank Neal?" Peter asked conversationally as he bit also in the coffee cake that his wife had brought.

"No, the first time was when he tried to pick a pocket when he wasn't talented enough not to get caught," Mozzie replied with a smile. "He yelled and begged and promised me he wouldn't do it again if I would only stop," he recalled.

"And did he?"

"Only until his butt cooled off," Mozzie admitted, "which wasn't very long. I caved him when he started to cry."

"I wasn't crying because of the spanking but because I got something in my eye; I was fifteen at the time," corrected a red eyed Neal.

"Did you get the same sort of stuff in your eyes now as well?" Mozzie asked, "since I assume that you are going to tell me another load of bull for the crying you did a few minutes ago."

Neal only glared at him as he rubbed his butt. "Why are you here and why did you just spank me? Dad did too good of a job on my butt last night; I can barely move and I won't be able to sit comfortably today."

Mozzie let him take a few sips of coffee before replying. "I made you a promise yesterday Neal and as you just felt it, I kept it."

Neal looked blankly at him as he replayed what happened yesterday in his mind but when his eyes got big Peter and El knew that he remembered what Mozzie was talking about. "But Mozzie I thought that was only an empty threat like all of the others."

Mozzie said, "What do you think now?"

"That you meant it," admitted Neal before turning to El to complain,

"Why did you give him your wooden spatula to use on me?"

"Oh Sweetie, that didn't come from me but if he had asked I would have gladly let him borrow it. You have got to learn to be more careful and not to make promises that you have no intension on keeping," El said as he got up and patted him lightly on the butt.

Neal yipped with pain and backed away. "Then what did you use on me?" Neal asked Mozzie, "it really burns."

Mozzie held up a child's toy, "It's called a paddle ball….maybe you remember playing with one as a child. I just removed the ball and string before using it on you and if you had slept in pajama bottoms it might not have hurt as badly," retorted Mozzie.

"Can I see that Mozzie?" Peter asked interested. "I remember playing with one like this as a child. I'm glad that my dad didn't think to use it on my butt when I was bad," he added as he looked the toy over.

Neal didn't like the way the conversation was heading and a quickly sought to redirect Peter in another direction.

"Dad can you call in for me and tell Agent Hughes that I can't come in today?"

"Sure, no problem I'll be happy to call Reese and tell him that you got two spankings because of your actions of yesterday and you're too sore to come into work today," Peter said with a grin as he started for the phone.

"DAD! NO! You can't tell him that," Neal said as his face burned red with embarrassment.

"Sweetie…go and get a shower and then come down for breakfast and we will think of something to make today easier to bear," El said to assure her son.

Neal gave her a look but did as he was told and soon was dressed and ready to head out to work with his dad. "Well, did you think of something?" Neal said hopefully.

El nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek before handing him the largest and fluffiest pillow she could find. "Here you go son…go and have a wonderful day; your father has plenty of cold cases for you to supervise so you will be needing this."

"MOM!"

The End