James & Caffrey

Chapter Forty Five - Goobyes

-3rd Person-

Six months later Peter walked into the office that morning passing Neals desk and stopping for a moment. Not a day went by that Peter missed him. He then went to make his morning coffee before going up to his office. But today was different when he entered there was something on his desk. A box. He put down his things and saw it was his first name only. He opened it up and on to was a envelope addressed to him. he picked it up and opened it.

Peter, Boss

I wish I had the balls to do this in person. But to look you in the face and tell you that I can't do it anymore. Well, I wouldn't be able to get the words out for crying my eyes out. All those years ago when I was a little girl determined to keep my privacy so I could join the FBI one day. I never could have imagined leaving. Not once. But then this suave cocky guy walks in with a deal of a lifetime and everything changes.

I can't escape it. I walk into every room of my home, our home and it's hard. I walk past his desk. And I constantly expect him to either walk through the door with you or be there tossing a rubber ball and catching it. But there is nothing. I even miss him interrupting the briefings how stupid is that?

I wish I could have the strength I had to walk through those doors but I don't. So I hereby formally resign from the Federal Beauru of Investigation White Collar unit New York Devison.

I want Thea and I to have a fresh start. And don't worry I will tell her all about her Grandpa Peter, Uncle Clinton, Sweet Elizabeth and Badass Auntie Diana. Who know maybe one day she'll be a little mini me and join the unit. Here's hoping. Yet for now, she and I are off on an adventure.

Take care of yourself

Kara

Peter looked inside of the box and in there he lifted out her credentials and gun. Peter sighed and put them down. Meanwhile across town. Mozzie was doing his round of his drop boxes when he found a letter with his name in it. He opened it.

Mozzie.

Gotcha. haha.

Moz, god writing these goodbye letters is so freaking hard. I swore to myself at Neal's funeral I wouldn't run away. That I would stick it out. Stay around my real family and let you help me raise Thea. But guess what? I caved. Oh lord did I cave. I see him in your smile or when you walk in I turn around ready to give Neal a seriously look for your appearing act.

I see him in you because you were his best friend and it's seeing me deeper into a place where I won't be able to raise Thea. So as much as I hate it and hand on heart I do. I am leaving to do what I need to do which is raise Neal's legacy. I know it will be hard but I promise you that if you conspire hard enough maybe it will come true. But I need you to do me a favour. i need you to not follow me. I know it will be hard and I do not ask lightly but please don't. Take care of yourself, grieve in your own way and be safe.

Love always

Kara.

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It had been a year since the Panthers arrest all of them had been charge and with life. Elizabeth had a boy and they had named him Neal after the one and only. Mozzie was back on the streets playing three card monte and held onto the queen that Neal had tricked him with all the years ago. Diana was moving to D.C moving up the chain and Jones was now in Peters old office. Peter arrived home that night and a bottle or Beurdaux was left on his doorstep. After putting Neal to sleep he and Elizabeth enjoyed a glass. But something about it made Peter think. He brought down his caffrey box and looked inside. Thing from when he first caught Neal to the effects that Kara didn't take.

He stopped and looked back at a key he had taken out then picked it up to stare at it. He flashed back to the storage contains that he went to with Jones. The next morning, Peter went back there and found said container. Inside was a trove of things. He started with a mannequin with a bullet hole. then as he moved around the room seemingly innocent people like the mortitian and the EMTs that took him that day pictures of a puffer fish.

His eyes glanced over to a strip of photo's Kara and under that a newspaper from after his death. Everything clicked in his mind and he pictured it all playing it out.

Neal was alive. Kara and Thea were fine as well. He was beaming as he walked out of the locker, closing and locking it up behind him

-Kara-

I squealed and laughed as Thea tried to chase me around a spot on the beach. She caught my little leg

"Ah, you got me" I lifted her up much to her little squeals "You got me." she had an infections laugh

"Okay, Daddy's turn. Go get Daddy!" I encourage letting her down she ran over to where Neal was sat on a blanket watching us.

"Dada!" she screamed in delight as I moved a piece of my hair back. He lifted her up above his head with a broad smile. It had been a year since we had faked his death. We had been planning it as a back up plan, it became the first option when Keller became more involved and a side plan. I wasn't happy about the theft but the clean money we now had along with mine gave him the life he had earned.

Neal stood up and Thea 'dragged' him over, he kissed me the put his spare hand on my growing stomach. I was pregnant again a boy this time. We turned and look out over the waves.