AN: Hello there. This is my first fanfic that I've actually published, so be nice. Reviews would be greatly apreciated. Let me know if I should continue.
"Hello?"
"Neal, be ready in ten minutes, I'm coming to pick you up."
"Uh, Peter…"
Peter hung up before Neal could say anything else. The phone started to ring almost immediately.
"Peter." Came Neal's voice
"What's the problem Neal?"
"The problem is that I'm not at home and-"
"What?" Peter shouted, cutting Neal off.
"Relax, I'm still in my two-mile radius. Nothing to get worked up about. It's also 9 p.m. on a Friday night, I've had some wine, so if this is work related…"
"Damnit Neal." Peter sighed in frustration.
"So sorry I'm trying to get out and have a life again." Neal retorted in a hurt voice.
"I didn't mean it like that, Neal… So how much wine have you had?"
"I'm on my second glass." Neal said, his voice trailing off as he paid attention to something else. Peter could hear him start talking to someone else, "Hey. Yeah, I think I'm going to have to go. Oh, really? I guess that works out then. I'll call you tomorrow."
Peter heard the distinct sound of a kiss from the other side of the line, and smiled to himself.
"Peter? You still there?" Neal asked.
"Why don't you stay there Neal. We can go to the scene tomorrow, nothing super important."
"You called me on a Friday night and told me to be ready in ten minutes, seems pretty important to me. Why the change of heart?" Neal asked. Peter could tell that he was walking, "I'm on my way back to June's now."
"Well, you're obviously on a date." Peter said, in a teasing tone.
"And how did you deduce that?" Neal asked, sounding surprised.
"I'm just that good." Peter boasted.
"You're good Peter, but you're not that good."
"I know what a kiss sounds like, Neal. Is she pretty?"
"Wow, you have better hearing than I give you credit for." Neal said, trying to avoid further questions from Peter.
"Answer the question Neal."
"You're not my mother, Peter, I don't need to explain my relationships with you." Neal said testily.
"I'm not asking as an FBI agent Neal, I'm asking as your friend. Besides, you know I'm going to keep asking if you don't answer anyways."
"Alright, alright. Yes, she is very pretty. In a very unique way." Neal said as he walked down the street towards June's. Peter could imagine the grin Neal had on his face as he said the words. "So what's the deal with this date chrashing case then?" Neal asked, changing the subject.
"I told you, it can wait. Call that girl back and let her know its my fault."
"Nah, she got a call for work too, that she needed to go in for."
"What in the world does she do that would warrant a Friday night call in?" Peter asked suspiciously.
"Nothing illeagal, Mom." Neal said, with a hint of sacrasm, "She's a consultant."
"What does she consult on?" Peter asked, still suspicious.
"Oh, you know, white collar crime, organized crime, the usual." Neal said noncelantly.
"What are you talking about?"
"She's an FBI CI, like me. She actually works for the Las Vegas White Collar division." Neal explained, and sencing Peter's next question, continued on, "They do video confrenses when she's out of town and they need her help."
Peter was quiet for a minute before he said anything, "So this wouldn't be a permanent thing between you two?"
"I don't know. She's actually been in New York for the most part over the last eight months, taking care of her old man. She hasn't said anything about going back anytime soon though."
"Wait, you've had this discussion with her already? How long have you been seeing this girl? She even have a name?"
Neal tried to muffle his laugh. "Leave it to you to leave the most obvious question for last Peter." He sniggered.
"Just answer the questions Caffrey." Peter growled.
"Oh, getting serious. Alright, Alright. Obviously, tonight is not the first time I've gone on a date with her. We've actually been seeing each other regularly over the last couple months. Mozzie introduced us at the hospital after he got, well you know..." Neal trailed off, not liking to think about what happened to his friend, " Anyways, so its starting to get serious between us. We've had a couple discussions on where we're headed as a couple and such things."
"Still haven't given me a name, Neal."
"Her name is Haley Jones, no relation to our Agent Jones though, so relax. I'm back at June's now, so you can come and get me whenever now."
"Alright, I'll be there in ten. And don't think we're done with this conversation, young man." Peter cautioned, sounding very fatherly, even to himself.
"Yup, sure thing. I'm going to go change quick. You still need to tell me about this case, you know."
"I'll fill you in on the ride over there. Get going, I don't want to be waiting for you." Peter said, hanging up the phone. He immediately called Diana, telling her to look up Haley Jones. As he got in his Taurus, he smiled to himself. If this girl turned out to be real, it would be the best proof the Neal was finally moving on from Kate's death. He started the car and headed over to June's.
