All mistakes are my own, I was watching Glee while typing it from my notebook and just a quick proof read right now. (I love Matt Bomer in Glee!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not now and never will be...
Neal let out his tenth sigh of the hour, causing Diana to look up and glare at the ex-con.
"Caffrey, will you find something to do like, I don't know, the mortgage fraud case Peter gave you an hour ago."
Neal glared as she got back to work. He opened his desk drawer randomly and peaked in. Inside he spotted a bag of chips he threw in once. The bag didn't open right away so he was crinkling it, the sound echoing threw out the white collar unit. Jones, now irritated, stormed over and just ripped the bag out of his hands to open himself. He threw the bag down and went back to his desk.
Neal, realizing it's probably not the best idea to bother two people who carry guns, went quietly chewing and twirling his pen in his hand. He then started the most common procrastinating move; drawing.
Almost two hours later he finished and, looking at the clock, noticed he needed to finish the report in an hour if he wanted to get home to June's on time.
He quickly finished the report (with 15 minutes to spare) so he ran it up to Peter's office, knocking then entering the room without waiting for an answer, burst in while putting on his hat and dropping the report on the desk in one swift move.
"'Night Peter." Neal tried to leave quickly but was stopped by Peter's voice.
"Neal wait," He turned around and took his hat back off. "It took you," Peter looked at his watch. "Four hours to write one report." He raised a brow.
"Well Peter I got a little off track..." Neal started what both him and Peter knew was a lame excuse for the tardiness.
Peter sighed and finally glanced down at the report for the first time. He gasped and started back at Neal.
"Hey Neal?" Peter kept his voice even but that seemed to only make Neal more nervous.
"Yeah buddy?" Neal flashed the famous Caffrey grin.
"Why does this report have a border of what looks to be a brick wall with vines and flowers growing on it?"
"Because I couldn't think of anything else at the time to draw as a border." It almost came out like a question than an answer.
"You know Neal, back when I was in school if we doodled on our work the teacher would make us redo the assignment."
Neal groaned. "You want me to redo the report don't you." Neal stated.
Peter smiled. "There's that brain of yours in use. But don't worry, this isn't going to be thrown out."
Neal looked confused. "Then why...?"
The older man smirked. "It's going on the fridge."
Neal looked at Peter like he couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Okaaaay. I'm just going to go do that report again." He turned on his heel and went back to his desk, every so often glancing up at Peter's office up the stairs.
TBC?
I was EXTREMELY bored in my english class last week and wrote this baby up instead of working on my speech. All the stuff Neal was doing in this was what I noticed EVERYONE in class doing. I drew what Neal did in this fic (I spent 2 and a half periods on it!) and at some point I'm going to put it up on my deviantART but I wanted to get this up first.
Second point, I'm thinking of making a SEQUAL for this so I'm going to leave it in-complete for now. If I do, it won't be for awhile, I'm in a play at the moment and that literally sucks all your free time away plus turns out if you don't finish work in class you have to work on it at home...