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Friday, November 26th, 2010 08:58 pm
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Genre: White Collar; Friendship and/or Pre-slash
Pairing: Peter-Neal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own White Collar or the characters
Summary: Peter begins the evening staking out Neal Caffrey--and ends it with a drunken suspect on his hands.

~oOo~

Peter Burke didn’t often smile on a stake out. Especially a pointless stake out like this one. Neal Caffrey was too damn clever a suspect to reveal anything. Still, Peter had to cover all his bases, even knowing the best he could hope for was a glimpse of some compatriot apart from the girlfriend.

So he frowned as he watched the entrance to Caffrey’s new place. The kid had rented himself a second floor apartment in a half-way decent section of Queens. Well, better staking him out here than in San Diego; at least Peter was closer to home.

He hadn’t bothered to hide the stake out from Caffrey--he had too much respect for his intelligence--so he wasn’t surprised when Caffrey gave him a playful salute as he walked out of his apartment toward the convenience store down the block. In fact, the salute even drew a small smile from him. Had to give the kid points for his audacity.

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Friday, September 3rd, 2010 01:11 am
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Genre: White Collar; Pre-slash
Pairing: Peter-Neal
Rating: PG-13 
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own White Collar or the characters
Summary: Neal teaches Peter how to seduce a mark . . . er, suspect.


~oOo~

Neal had to tread carefully; Peter looked like he was about to bolt.

Peter usually made himself at home in Neal's rooms. He'd barge in with a six pack and a bottle of wine. Then he'd kick back and try to convince Neal to watch a game with him.

Not tonight. Neal had all but dragged him here--and the agent still looked like he'd rather be sentenced to an eternity without baseball than remain a moment longer. Worse, he was pacing the floor and wringing his hands.

Neal rolled his eyes as he walked over to his fridge and pulled out a beer for his friend. "Peter, calm down. This will be simple. I'm just going to give you some pointers."

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