A/N: Wow. The finale was just... wow. Please don't review with spoilers, in case anyone's here who hasn't seen it yet. Here we have the last one in this twenty-six... You guys have been awesome! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, favorited, or alerted. :)

Neal Caffrey walked back into Peter's office with two mugs of coffee and saw the new file on the desk.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked hopefully.

"What do you think it is?" Peter asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"What do you think I think it is?" Neal countered.

"What-" Peter broke off, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous."

"That's what they tell me," Neal said cheerfully. "So, really, is it a case?"

"It is," Peter said, nodding. He grinned as Neal's expression lit up and he set down the coffee, pulling on his suit jacket.

"What are we waiting for, then? Let's go!" Neal grinned.

"Cool it, Zippy," Peter said. "I have to finish this first."

"Really?" Neal asked, face falling.

"Really," Peter said grimly. He smirked and turned around. He heard Neal fidgeting in his seat, waiting impatiently. The second Peter switched his computer monitor off, Neal shot up.

"Alright, can we go now?"

"Yes," Peter said with a small chuckle. Neal grinned and handed Peter his coat to hasten the process, picking up the file. Peter picked up some other papers as well.

"Where to first, partner?"

"A home on 22nd street," Peter said, snatching the file out of Neal's hands.

"Ah," Neal said, pressing the button to the elevator and practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Peter rolled his eyes slightly and stepped inside with the slightly overenthusiastic consultant.

"I just need to drop these off at the desk," Peter said just as Neal's phone rang.

"Alright, I'll be right outside." Neal put the phone to his ear and started walking away. "Hi, June."

Peter brought the papers to the young woman at the front desk and walked out into the chilly winter air.

"Okay," he heard Neal say. "Talk to you later."

"What did June have to say?" Peter asked, rejoining the consultant.

"I'm supposed to tell you that you and El are invited to dinner tonight," Neal said with a grin. "There will also be pie."

"Oh, pie," Peter said. "How could I turn that down?"

"You couldn't," Neal said with a smirk. "I told June that, too."

"Just get in the car," Peter said with mock-exasperation. "Zippy."

"What's with the Zippy thing?" Neal asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

"You tell me."