It had been an quiet day at the FBI office, nothing much to do except finish the paper work from their last case, Neal looked nervous.

And he was. There was nothing particularly wrong, it was more of a feeling. A feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was up. It made him crazy.

Neal stood up from his desk and started pacing back and forth across the office. Out of the blue he picked up the stapler and threw it at one of the glass walls.

It had been a good long while since Neal had smashed something. That made the shattering of the glass that much more satisfying.

It wasn't something that he would normally do, break something just for the hell of it. But today, wasn't normal. Something was wrong, he just didn't know what it was.

Whatever, or whoever more likely, was owed Peter a new wall.