Neal kept BB's jewelry in his briefcase, just to make sure nothing happened to it; he didn't know if he had any enemies here yet. He walked into the FBI building with a smile, humming under his breath. His hat was on his head, thank God. He was about to walk up to Peter's office, but was stopped by a table set up in one corner. Someone had apparently brought in one hell of a spread of bagels. Neal saw lox and butter, cream cheeses ... well, that was a nice place to start the day. He didn't think his mood could improve.

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	likessmart 2011-08-20 01:15 am UTC (link)
	Peter came in shortly just behind Neal, and he was obviously not in the best mood. He'd gotten out of bed late and had to rush. He'd barely gotten to kiss El goodbye before dashing off to the office. But seeing the bagel spread made him smile a little, and he clapped Neal on the back. "That was thoughtful of someone. Whichever intern is kissing butt, let's buy them a coffee." (Reply to this)

classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:22 am UTC (link)

"Makes sense to me." Neal set his briefcase down near the edge of the table, going to grab a bagel. He happened to notice that there was a card stuck into the side of one of the cardboard boxes. "Maybe this is who ..." He trailed off, looking at the card and grinning, grinning brighter than he had in a while. Without comment, he held up the card for Peter to see. It had the same lipstick mark on it that the first card had, and in the same hand, there was a note. 'Thanks for the rose.' Neal couldn't help but laugh. "She got into the FBI building. She's so good." He might be a trifle outclassed here, but it amused the hell out of him anyway. (Reply to this)

likessmart 2011-08-20 01:25 am UTC (link)

Peter had been assembling a bagel, spreading a light amount of the cream cheese but heaping it with lox when he saw Neal light up like a Christmas tree. He examined the card, seeing the front with business information, but the back had a fresh lipstick mark on it. He touched his finger to it, noting that the lipstick still smeared. "This was pretty recent. How do you know she didn't just have it delivered? Want to check the security cameras?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:28 am UTC (link)
	"Sure." He doubted they'd find anything, and the thought made him keep grinning. Neal took the card back from Peter. "Let me put my stuff in the office." Neal headed up the stairs to drop his coat and briefcase, though he kept his hat on. Now that he had it back, he wanted to make up for lost time. (Reply to this)

likessmart 2011-08-20 01:31 am UTC (link)

They didn't have much of a workload, and to be honest, it was kind of nice to see Neal get oneupped. He took his bagel to his office and sat down in front of the computer, pulling up the video security from the last four hours, just to be safe. When he saw a pretty girl start to sweet talk a guard, her arms filled with plastic bags, he called Neal over. "Is this your devious Swedish perpetrator?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:35 am UTC (link)
	Neal looked up from the doodles he'd been making on the notepad in front of him, smiling. "That would be her." He squinted at the footage. "Okay, she didn't break in here, she charmed her way in here. Not as impressive, but still." (Reply to this)

	likessmart 2011-08-20 01:38 am UTC (link)
	"She's ... pretty," Peter blinked, cocking his head." He watched her as she put the bagels down, arranging the spread in a pretty way before leaving her card. She left the same way she'd come in, waving to the guard. He switched cameras, finding her in the parking garage and blinking. "She drives a Vespa?" He cocked his head. "Do they still make those?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:42 am UTC (link)
	"She's even better looking in person." Neal raised an eyebrow at Peter, grinning. "And I didn't know she drove anything; when I met her, she was already at Marea." Somehow, though, a Vespa suited her. "New York isn't home for her, so she probably doesn't have a car." (Reply to this)

	likessmart 2011-08-20 01:45 am UTC (link)
	"Well, there you have it. Your culprit is truly nefarious. What are you going to do about it?" He paused. "What did you do when you went to Sweden the other day?" He thought about it for a moment. "Wait, no, don't tell me, I don't want to know." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:51 am UTC (link)
	"You don't have jurisdiction in Sweden." Neal rolled his eyes. "I don't know what I'm going to do about it. It's her turn." He grinned. "In theory, I don't have to do anything." (Reply to this)

	likessmart 2011-08-20 01:52 am UTC (link)
	Peter shrugged, licking some cream cheese off of his thumb. "What's missing in your office?" He figured that had been the point of her coming in. (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 01:59 am UTC (link)
	"Let's see." He had a small place right next door to Peter's office. Neal wasn't all that fond of it; it made him look like Peter's pet. Still. He walked into his office, looking around. He didn't have much in it yet. It all looked like it was there ... wait. There was a spot up on the shelf. "My rubber band ball." Neal blinked. (Reply to this)

	likessmart 2011-08-20 02:02 am UTC (link)
	It was a battle not to laugh, one that Peter eventually lost. "She stole your rubber band ball? Augh, what a terrible - " He looked down when he heard Neal's phone ring, sitting down at his desk and putting his feet up on the other man's blotter. He grinned like a cat who had eaten a canary. "Answer it." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:06 am UTC (link)
	He knew the number by now. Neal picked it up, smiling in spite of himself. "You took my rubber band ball." He sounded put out, but still amused. "Are you still in New York, BB?" (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:09 am UTC (link)
	"It was the only fun thing in there, you can't entirely blame me." She was thunking it against the wall across from the smoking area where she sat, waiting for Neal to look out the window and notice her. "You should look outside, it's all sunshiney and pretty out." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:14 am UTC (link)
	"I've had this office for three days; don't hold it against me." Neal obeyed, looking out the window and blinking. She was sitting right there, clad in a bright red dress and heels, thunking his rubber band ball against the brick. He shook his head, genuinely laughing. "Want to come in here? You can have your jewelry back." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:15 am UTC (link)
	"Will your partner glare at me? He seems like a glarey guy." She continued to toss it against the brick, smiling up at him. "I hope he likes his bagel. I knew someone out there had to like lox." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:21 am UTC (link)
	Neal put it on speaker, getting tired of Peter gesticulating like a third base coach. "Peter's the one who likes lox. I think you'll be fine. And really, are you going to get intimidated by glaring? You perform at Cirque de Soleil." Yes, his eyebrows told Peter, she does. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:24 am UTC (link)
	Peter returned his eyebrow raise with one of his own. "I won't glare at her, Neal." BB laughed at that. "Well, in that case, Neal, come downstairs and escort me up or the rubber band ball gets it." She attempted to laugh menacingly, but ended up coughing at the end. (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"I'm on my way now." Neal hung up, chuckling. "I'll be right back." He told Peter, starting to hum again as he headed downstairs. It didn't take long, and he stuck his head out the door first. "Is this a hostage situation? Do I need to be armed?" He was smirking. (Reply to this)

folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:31 am UTC (link)

She grinned right back at him. "Oh, I think you'll be all right. Catch." She tossed the ball to him, undherhanded to make sure he could catch it, and she moved over to him. She'd dressed up a little bit, and her trench coat was over one arm. Her heels made her just a little bit taller, but she was still petite and came up only to the top of his chest. "You know, this is probably the most boring building in the whole city." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:38 am UTC (link)
	Neal caught it, smiling. She looked lovely. "Why do you say that? Hopefully not all of the people in it." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:39 am UTC (link)
	"Just the architecture," she smiled. She walked over to him, taking his arm and smiling up at him. "I really did like the flower. It was perfect." She walked with him toward the door, chuckling in the back of her throat. "How long did it take you to pick the lock?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-20 02:46 am UTC (link)
	He opened the door for her with his free hand. "Six minutes. Drove me crazy until I noticed it was an Abloy." It was one of the most difficult locks to pick in the world; six minutes was respectable for one of those. "And do you know anything about flowers? Pink was the best color." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-20 02:52 am UTC (link)
	That made her laugh. "Yeah, six isn't bad for that door. Daddy insisted Mom get a different lock after he found out I was going to be living there. The lock before only had two tumblers. I could do it in half a minute, even if I was dead drunk." She smiled at him, amused that he'd put thought into which flower he gave her. "No, I don't know much about flowers. I know I kill them?" (Reply to this)

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