"Jesus Christ!" Neal's screams from the bathroom were never a good sign.
Peter rushed over. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Peter, did you - it's a jungle in here!" Neal gestured at the piles of hair around the shower drain and bathtub rim.
"Oh." Peter shrugged. "I forgot to clean up, sorry."
"Peter, this happens every time you shave. It looks like something's trying to crawl out of our pipes! At least Elizabeth knows to pick up after herself."
"Ok, so I leave my shavings around once in a while, sue me."
"You know," Neal wagged a finger, unable to suppress a smile. "Maybe I will."
Peter rolled his eyes but played along anyway. "Please your Honor, isn't there anything I can do?" He clasped his hands together, a half-grin cracked on his face. Neal looked up thoughtfully.
"Well... maybe if you clean this up and give the judge a peck, we can overlook this... incident."
A gasp. "Are you asking me to bribe the court?"
"Think of it as community service."
Peter couldn't help but chuckle.
"Deal." He leaned in to give Neal a big ol' smooch.
Caffrey smiled coyly. "Well Mr. Burke, you seem to have a solid case. I declare: not guilty."
"Thank you, Your Honor, it won't happen again."
"Well, a little bit of trouble every now and keeps things interesting, don't you think?" Neal winked and skipped out of the tiled bathroom, leaving Peter smiling and shaking his head.