Written on 2-13-12
100 word drabble
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
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A/N: I'm never going to make it to June...


"Am I boring you Detective Ellison?"

Neal smirked as their visitor flushed and returned his attention to Peter.

Several moments later the man's attention drifted back to Neal.

"What is that?"

Neal followed the man's gaze down to his ankle and frowned.

As far as he could tell, nothing was showing.

Shrugging, he hiked up his pant leg.

"Just the latest in government tracking anklets."

Ellison grinned.

"I need to get one of those."

Neal was momentarily rendered speechless.

"Huh?"

The detective clapped his curly-haired companion on the back.

"Then I could find Sandburg the next time he's kidnapped."

"Jim!"


A/N: I couldn't come up with a reason for Jim and Blair to be talking to the NY FBI, so I just ignored that part [EG]