Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so reviews would be really helpful. Also, I did change a lot of dialogue and it doesn't really follow canon, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!
"We have a positive ID." The voice over the phone crackles through the bad connection.
"Are you sure?" The woman asks, sounding unsure.
"It's a 94% match."
"Thank you." The line goes dead. The woman takes a deep breath and sets the phone down as a man walks into the room.
"Sarah? What's wrong?"
"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Two men stop walking abruptly.
"I feel like I have," one of them replies.
"What do you mean?" The other one asks.
"It's nothing. Just my eyes playing a trick on me." But he doesn't sound convinced.
Neal jumps as a file is slammed down onto his desk. "Hey, you awake in there?"
"What's this?" He gestures to the file.
"You wanted to look into Hearts Wide Open, remember?" Peter looks down at Neal. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Neal laughs, finally reaching for the file.
"Okay, that's it." Peter reaches down and snatches the file away from Neal before he gets a chance to open it. "You've been distracted all week. I need you to focus. If you can't do that, maybe you should sit this one out."
"No, no, Peter, I'm fine." Neal shakes his head. "Why wouldn't I be?" Peter looks suspiscious.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."
"Peter, I'm fine."
"So you're telling me you haven't been staring at the wall above that clock for the past hour and a half?"
"It's actually quite an interesting section of the wall." Neal tries to crack a joke, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable. He hadn't thought anyone had noticed.
"Uh huh."
"Can you just let me look at the file?" Neal holds out his hand.
"Not until you tell me what's going on." Peter shakes his head.
"I... I just saw someone. A ghost from the past resurfacing. It doesn't matter." Neal sighs.
"It doesn't matter, yet this ghost has been keeping you up for several nights," Peter says. Neal glances up, surprised. "I talked to June. She said you haven't been sleeping and you've taken to wandering the house at night."
"Of course you talked to June. Look, I'll sort it out. It won't affect my work."
"It already is. Go home. You're done for the day. I'll call you if there're any leads," Peter dismisses Neal. Reluctantly, Neal picks up his jacket and leaves.
Outside the FBI building, Neal stands, wondering where to go. It was a nice day out. A walk? No, Neal decides against it and heads in the direction of June's house. Maybe some reading would clear his head. After all, he just needed to forget about it.