Written on 11-18-11
100 word drabble
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
A/N: I've come to the realization that most people, myself included, don't look at the author page when they read a story on fanfictiondotnet, so I've decided to include this note with my stories. If you're looking for some story ideas, or just like reading crazy crossover bunnies, check out my author page for some interesting ideas.
A/N: I couldn't post this under crossovers, as that would spoil the surprise
Neal gazed at the unfamiliar bullpen; his attention caught by an arguing couple.
"We wouldn't be late if you hadn't been laundering your money!"
Neal perked up. Maybe he could glean something.
He kept his tone casual.
"You launder your money?"
The man blinked at him.
"Doesn't everyone?"
Neal kept his face smooth.
"How do you launder it?"
The man looked at him like he was insane.
"With a washing machine."
Neal kept the shocked confusion off his face as the woman leaned in with a smirk.
"Then he irons it."
Neal backed away.
People in San Francisco are crazy!
A/N: Don't ask me where Peter is or what they're doing in San Francisco :)