AN: Unbetaed, because well, it's brain barf that needed to come up. lol My post finale crack!fic took a wrong turn and found a plot. While I let that fester for awhile, here's this! Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Summary: Diana gets a clue. Slashy but clean
Rating: PG

"Anchovies, Peter, really?" Diana wrinkled her nose as she dropped Peter's lunch delivery on his desk. "Those things smell so bad!"

"El's out of town for the rest of the week! I have to enjoy them while I can! Besides," He pointed to where Neal was biting into his own cheese pizza. " we can't all afford to live so dangerously."

Neal huffed air out of his mouth like a dragon. "S' hot!" He mumbled around his burning tongue.

Diana rolled her eyes at the two of them before heading to her desk to enjoy her only slightly risque bacon and pineapple pizza.

An hour later she looked up from where the file she'd been buried in. She frowned at Neal's low chuckle as he and Peter exited the elevator. When had they left? She couldn't remember them walking passed her desk. That file must have been more interesting than she thought.

The two men headed up to the conference room and Peter called her to come along. "Diana? Will you bring what you have on the Steven's fraud?" He waved her towards them.

With a sigh she pulled the correct file out of her ever growing pile and followed them up the stairs. Peter was sitting with a file open in front of him while Neal stood in front of the window, hands on in his pockets. She took a seat three down from Peter and opened her own file.

"Neal noticed something in the documentation. We can prove who signed the forgery." Peter pointed to his file. "We just need to know if you have any evidence to back us up. I don't know how well Neal's 'expert' opinion is going to hold up with this one. It's not exactly something that stands out."

Diana flipped through her file again. "What am I looking at?"

Neal came up behind her and leaned over her shoulder, his face beside hers. "Here. See how the tail of the Z has a bit of a wiggle?"

"Geez Neal. Have a mint, would you? I didn't think you took anchovies on your pizza." she accused.

"I don't..." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, a hot blush flaming his cheeks pink..

Peter nearly choked on his coffee.

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