Part 1: Peter
Neal hadn't been expecting company at almost ten at night, but when he heard a noise at the door, he sighed and called, "Coming!"
He and Peter had just started a very odd case and he'd been going over the details one more time. If he hadn't seen some of it with his own eyes, he most certainly wouldn't have believed it.
He opened the door, expecting Mozzie, but he had to lower his gaze a little further as a fluffy brown dog came trotting in.
Neal blinked, brow furrowed in absolute confusion before the dog turned around and sat in the middle of the floor, giving him an oh so familiar look, it was almost creepy.
Neal facepalmed long and hard, groaning, "I told you not to antagonize him."
Peter just huffed shortly and rolled his eyes, an odd expression on a dog.
Neal shook his head, holding up his hands. "Alright, alright. I'll call Mozzie."
Part 2: Neal
Peter glanced up from his desk at a sudden commotion down in the bullpen. What he saw was chaos that hadn't been there a second ago and there was only one person who could do that to the bureau.
"Neal," Peter growled, standing to go see what his CI had done now. However, he didn't get that far.
He froze when he spotted a grey blur bound its way up the stairs and skid into his office, several agents hot on its heels. The blur, a dog, stopped behind Peter while Jones and the other agents blocked the door.
"Sorry, Peter," Jones said, "It got in somehow. We'll just take it back outside."
Peter shook his head. "That's alright. I got him."
"You sure?"
"Yep."
As soon as the door shut, Peter whirled around to shoot Neal his most disappointed glare. "How?" he demanded.
Neal's eyes widened in innocence and he shrugged, shaking his head, such a Neal gesture that he made it look almost natural on a dog.
Peter muttered under his breath and pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Mozzie."