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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-12 11:28 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-12 11:28 pm
Neal/Parker - Consultants and Good Guys
Fandom: White Collar/Leverage
Title: Consultants and Good Guys
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Neal Caffrey/Parker, Peter Burke
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xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
tamingthemuse Prompt: Sericulture
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Parker was never happy to see Neal.
Author’s Note: Just … something fun. I thought I’d switch things up from the Supernatural slew that I do.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to USA and TNT. I’m just borrowing and I will put everything back where I found it.
“Go away.”
“You are never happy to see me.”
He was right. She was never happy to see him. He knew that she couldn’t deny it, no matter how hard he tried, but he had a feeling it was mostly for his tendency to get into her personal space than anything else. Parker wasn’t a talker, and she certainly wasn’t a cuddler, but he could read her well enough—or at least he hoped he could. Because here? Not really where she wanted to be. At least not once that deal went down.
“You always screw everything up.”
Neal considered that for a moment, before shaking his head. “Not everything.”
“Yes. Everything. Especially right now.” There was a beat. “No, he’s no one.”
“Huh?” Parker rolled her eyes before pointing to her ear. He tipped his head to look and his eyebrows went up. “You’re working with a team?”
“Yeah.” Her shoulders straightened a little. “I’ve got a team. We’re trying to take down Salvatore.”
“Oh.” A beat. “Wait, ‘take down’?”
“Yeah. We’re the good guys.” She sighed as she shifted the tray of champagne in her hands. “When the cops can’t do anything about it, we take them down.”
“Oh. Huh.” Neal considered this for a minute, spotting Peter starting to make his way towards them. “Quick. Flirt with me.”
“What?!”
“Just—trust me,” he turned on a smile, and turned her towards one of the silk tapestries hanging on the wall. “Hard to believe that something so beautiful came from a worm isn’t it? I just find sericulture absolutely fascinating.” He turned to face her, letting one hand brush her shoulder gently. “I bet you would look great in silk.”
“Neal, what are you doing?”
“Peter!” he said perkily as the agent came up behind Parker’s shoulder. “What are you doing over here?”
Parker’s head whipped around to the man coming up behind him, and then her eyes turned accusingly back on Neal. Peter just looked unamused. “Less flirting, Neal. More working.”
“Right, boss,” he sighed heavily. Parker flashed Peter a tight smile, keeping it up until the agent was gone, before turning back on Neal with a glare.
“You’re a fed!?”
“Consultant. I’m a consultant. It’s actually a rather funny story, but we can get into that another time.” He glanced back over his shoulder, before taking a step in closer to her, moving so that he was standing a step behind her and could whisper into the ear with the communicator in it, his hand landing on her hip. “You guys need to get out of here. You’re sitting in the middle of an FBI sting.”
Parker spun her head to look at him, and he just reached over to take the tray from her hand, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go. I got this.”
She watched him for a minute, before nodding, and heading off towards the door. Neal watched her go, moving to place her tray down on the edge of the buffet table. A few minutes later, Peter was coming up behind him, giving him a look.
“What was that about?”
“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.”
“I hate it when you say that.”
“Later, Peter. We’ll talk about it later.”
Title: Consultants and Good Guys
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Neal Caffrey/Parker, Peter Burke
xoverland Challenge: Big Bangtamingthemuse Prompt: SericultureContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Parker was never happy to see Neal.
Author’s Note: Just … something fun. I thought I’d switch things up from the Supernatural slew that I do.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to USA and TNT. I’m just borrowing and I will put everything back where I found it.
“Go away.”
“You are never happy to see me.”
He was right. She was never happy to see him. He knew that she couldn’t deny it, no matter how hard he tried, but he had a feeling it was mostly for his tendency to get into her personal space than anything else. Parker wasn’t a talker, and she certainly wasn’t a cuddler, but he could read her well enough—or at least he hoped he could. Because here? Not really where she wanted to be. At least not once that deal went down.
“You always screw everything up.”
Neal considered that for a moment, before shaking his head. “Not everything.”
“Yes. Everything. Especially right now.” There was a beat. “No, he’s no one.”
“Huh?” Parker rolled her eyes before pointing to her ear. He tipped his head to look and his eyebrows went up. “You’re working with a team?”
“Yeah.” Her shoulders straightened a little. “I’ve got a team. We’re trying to take down Salvatore.”
“Oh.” A beat. “Wait, ‘take down’?”
“Yeah. We’re the good guys.” She sighed as she shifted the tray of champagne in her hands. “When the cops can’t do anything about it, we take them down.”
“Oh. Huh.” Neal considered this for a minute, spotting Peter starting to make his way towards them. “Quick. Flirt with me.”
“What?!”
“Just—trust me,” he turned on a smile, and turned her towards one of the silk tapestries hanging on the wall. “Hard to believe that something so beautiful came from a worm isn’t it? I just find sericulture absolutely fascinating.” He turned to face her, letting one hand brush her shoulder gently. “I bet you would look great in silk.”
“Neal, what are you doing?”
“Peter!” he said perkily as the agent came up behind Parker’s shoulder. “What are you doing over here?”
Parker’s head whipped around to the man coming up behind him, and then her eyes turned accusingly back on Neal. Peter just looked unamused. “Less flirting, Neal. More working.”
“Right, boss,” he sighed heavily. Parker flashed Peter a tight smile, keeping it up until the agent was gone, before turning back on Neal with a glare.
“You’re a fed!?”
“Consultant. I’m a consultant. It’s actually a rather funny story, but we can get into that another time.” He glanced back over his shoulder, before taking a step in closer to her, moving so that he was standing a step behind her and could whisper into the ear with the communicator in it, his hand landing on her hip. “You guys need to get out of here. You’re sitting in the middle of an FBI sting.”
Parker spun her head to look at him, and he just reached over to take the tray from her hand, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go. I got this.”
She watched him for a minute, before nodding, and heading off towards the door. Neal watched her go, moving to place her tray down on the edge of the buffet table. A few minutes later, Peter was coming up behind him, giving him a look.
“What was that about?”
“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.”
“I hate it when you say that.”
“Later, Peter. We’ll talk about it later.”
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