Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar, it belongs to the USA Network, nor do I own the 'Twelve Days of Christmas' lyrics.
Peter hung his tie on the coat rack beside him before plopping himself down on the couch. Another rough day running around in circles. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.
Elizabeth poked her head around the corner with a mischievous smile. Peter knew he looked far from attractive, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide and his arms thrown every which way, but he was married and he stopped caring about his looks a long time ago.
"You got a package today," she said slipping onto the couch next to him. She rested a brown cardboard box on the arm of the chair.
With peeked interest Peter sat up and brought the package to eye level. Then his eyes dropped carefully to the white label on the top. He groaned loudly. "Caffery."
Elizabeth leaned over and looked at the printed name. "Isn't that good? Can't you trace the address on the box?" She asked, although Peter knew she already had the answer in mind.
"He's too smart to use his real address. It'll probably lead us nowhere." Peter couldn't resist. He shook the box.
"Are you going to open it?" She asked perking an eyebrow.
Peter shrugged before running the letter opener beside him under the packaging tape. Cautiously pulling back the flaps he peered inside. A candy-cane striped package sat underneath a manila envelope. It looked innocent enough.
He fingered the envelope gingerly. Was he supposed to open it now or wait for Christmas to roll around? Peter couldn't help but snort. Did it really matter? He shoved his finger under the nearest slip and tore off the top of the manila envelope pulling out the letter inside.
"What does it say?" Elizabeth asked trying to read over his shoulder, but Peter was busy tearing open the present.
The first thing he saw was a pear followed quickly by a bird crafted from bits of gingerbread. "An edible bird and a pear," Peter grunted picking up the fruit.
"A partridge and a pear tree," Elizabeth sang holding the letter in one hand. "How cute." She looked at her husband sideways. "How come you didn't do that for me?"
Peter blushed a gripped the pear tighter. "You want to compare me to a criminal?"
Elizabeth shrugged. "The song goes 'my true love sent to me' Peter," she looked at him again suspiciously. "I'm getting pretty wary of you two. First birthday cards and now this?" She pressed her lips to his cheek. "If you're trying to make me jealous its working."
"El!" Peter stuttered watching her glide from the couch to the staircase. He grunted and threw the pear against the wall.
Damned Caffrey.
AN: This probably isn't all that good. I was watching 'Rudolph' while writing, and the jolly tunes were very distracting.