Title: No Good Deed
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: Pure fluff
Summary: Neal asks Jones for a favor.
Notes: Written for elrhiarhodan 's Promptfest V. Sequel of sorts to the fic "Secrets", which can be found on my author's page.
"No." Jones was adamant. Jones had spent a whole week in the surveillance van and was getting a much deserved night off. Unfortunately, Neal was going to be stuck undercover most of the evening. Jones was his only hope of getting what he needed. "Neal, it's my night off. I had things I wanted to do. Why don't you ask Diana?"
"Can't." Neal sulked and pouted his lips a little. "She threatened to break both my arms and my neck if I ever asked her for another favor."
"And you believed her?" Jones stapled a few pages together and stuck them in a folder.
"You wouldn't?" Neal countered. Jones thought about it and grinned. "Exactly. Please do this for me, Jones. It'll take five minutes, ten at most. I've never asked you for anything before. Please?" He worked hard to make sure he sounded wounded, and he turned up the charm for his sad face. A kicked puppy couldn't have looked more forlorn than Neal did in that moment.
"You always ask me for stuff," Jones retorted, his expression irritated. Undaunted, Neal pushed forward, determined to get what he wanted from the FBI agent.
"You always say no. This is not a big deal. Just five minutes, then the rest of your night will be free. Please? I'll owe you." He smiled when Jones finally sighed.
"Fine. I'll do it," The other man shook his head. "But honestly Neal, don't you think your competition with Peter in Frontierville is getting just a little out of hand?"
"No," Neal responded promptly. He handed Jones a piece of paper with the instructions already printed out on them in easy to read bullet points. "So all you have to do is follow the instructions. I can't lose my progress; I'm only five hundred points in front of Peter."
"Why don't you have Mozzie do this while you're undercover?" Jones asked. Off Neal's look he snorted. "You're competing with him too?"
Neal had the grace to look abashed. "Maybe. So you'll do this?"
"Yeah, yeah. Can't ruin your log-in streak or whatever the hell you're doing." Jones rolled his eyes again and dutifully slipped the paper into his pocket. "It's just a computer game."
WCWCWC
"I hate you, Neal. I hate you." That was Jones the next day. Neal just gave him an angelic smile.
"I already accepted your neighbor request, Jones. If you're nice to me I'll even send you stuff you'll need for your first quests."
"I still hate you," Jones groused, but he smiled as he logged into the game on his phone. Sometimes a little silliness in life could be a good thing.
~fin