An Escape of Material Proportions
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Disclamer: I don't own any of these characters.
Neal Caffrey leaned against the pillar of an expensive suit shop. He pulled back the sleeve of his black trench coat to look at his watch.
"Five, four, three-" He was cut off by skidding tires and flashing lights as three dark sedans slid into a small opening in front of the shop. The first one out of the cars was FBI agent Peter Burke. Neal grinned when he saw Peter's usual tacky suit. This was exactly why he was here.
"Hey Peter!" He said waving. "Your reaction time has gotten better." He commented, ignoring the dark glare Peter was giving him.
"Neal, tell me you didn't know you were out of your radius." He growled. Neal schooled his features into a straight face.
"I did not know I was out of my radius." He said carefully. Peter reached behind him for his ever-present handcuffs, but Neal held up one hand.
"Hold on. Before you cuff and stuff me, we are going to do what I came here to do." He said firmly. Peter paused, confusion spreading across his face. Neal gave a dramatic pause.
"We are going to buy you a new suit." He said with a flourish towards the front door.
Two hours later, Neal was standing by the dressing room door.
"How are you doing, Peter?" He asked, glancing at his watch. Peter had been in there for fifteen minutes. Only grunts answered him, then the door swung open, revealing Peter standing there, looking downright spiffy in the Armani suit. Neal let out a low whistle.
"Elle is going to like it." He said approvingly. Peter glared at him.
"Let's not bring my wife into this." He said. "And how am I supposed to pay for this?" He demanded, turning his head to try and see the price tag. Neal grinned, a sly grin and Peter groaned.
"Why did I even ask?" He wondered aloud. Neal laughed.
"I won't do anything illegal." He promised, pushing Peter into the dressing room.
Ten minutes later, they were at the checkout counter. After a little flirting with the cute blonde at the counter, Neal managed to get the suit and shirt 50% off.
"I really should take you to jail." Peter groused as they walked towards his car. Neal shrugged.
"Will you?" He asked cautiously. Peter glanced at him cautiously, sensing there was more to the question.
"Nope. Not worth the trouble." He replied. Neal glanced at him and grinned.
"Besides I just got you trained." Peter added as they got in the car, the large bag crowding the backseat. They headed back to the FBI building, ready to fight crime in style.