Agggggh, I shouldn't be doing this right now…I have 5000 words of (multiple) school papers to write but let's be honest… I would just sit and read fan fiction until I wrote this anyway. Stupid plot bunnies can't help me write my EE and RI, yet they force me to write this silly little story. Well I'll appease the bunnies simply so that I can go back to concentrating on IB annoyingness…
Enjoy… for my sake and at my expense. I am my only beta....
It was a slow day in the white collar branch of the FBI and while one Neal Caffery enjoyed the break from not having guns pointed in his general direction, he was not too fond of the busy work he was given to take its place. What's more he was also left out from some secret-special-agents-only-not-ex-convicts meeting that everyone else got to attend. He was left with the busy work, solving cold cases from who-knows-how-many-years-ago AND even once he solved them many of them were too old to even matter AND once he was done with that he had to transfer the information to the computer AND file away the cases. It was criminal what they were making him do, and that's saying something.
Yet slacking off was an art Neal mastered long ago. If he really wanted to he could have all the files solved, transferred, and filed in less than two hours. But he knew that would only lead to more files and more files after that, making it in his best interest to slack off and mess with Peter's computer than work all full speed. Now the question remained what should Neal do.
He decided to do what any self-respecting (former) con artist should do: Google "Neal Caffery." The results were quite impressive, if he did say so himself. He was in fact the first "Neal Caffery" that Google found, making him popular by default. He skimmed through the sites, many talking about his "alleged" crimes. There were some news articles, a few files that were "incomplete" and one or two Neal- worshipping or Neal- trashing sites. Yet only one really caught his eye.
"" Neal mused. He was amused that he would even appear on the site, but very curious as to what was written about him. He hit the slacker jackpot, 142 stories all about him, some sweet, some bloody, and some sexual? Neal scrolled down the pages, his eyes growing wider by the minute and he wasn't even looking at the rated M yet. He read stories about him as a kid, how he was caught by Peter (the first time) and even stories about when he was in jail. But the most interesting stories were the ones about what he was doing NOW. Apparently there were pairings of him and Mozzie, him and Kate, but the most was popular him and Peter???
Now if anyone else had found people writing this much about their personal life they would be freaking out. But Neal, getting past his initial shock, had come up with an ingenious plan to get back at Peter for sticking him with all this busy work…
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Peter had finally had a peaceful day at the office. He had no big cases, had a meeting were they simply discussed some old cases, and he kept Neal busy with paper work, so the ex- convict hadn't even bothered him all day. Life was good from Peter's point of view; nothing could ruin his day. Of course, that line never works out when you've got Neal Caffery for a partner.
When Peter walked into his office there was no Neal in sight. According to the sticky note on his desk however, it said Neal was down in the file room, filing the cold cases he had completed. Peter was just about to go see if Neal needed help when his cell rang. El was calling.
Yet Peter wasn't even able to get a word in before El said, "Honey, have you sent any email recently?"
Taking that as his cue Peter sat down at his computer and brought up his email with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he was doing this he said, "No, is your email telling you otherwise?"
"Well, is there something you want to tell me? Any secrets I should know? 'Cause I don't really approve unless I'm included."
Just as Peter was about to ask what she was talking about, he found a suspicious email that he didn't remember sending. Opening it, he found several links to a site that he had never seen before. He clicked on one of the links and started reading the story within. In his growing horror he dropped his cell phone, disconnecting Elizabeth. He quickly clicked through all the links: Peter handcuffed to a bed by Neal. Neal Peter and Elizabeth doing… stuff. And eight stories about Peter spanking Neal!
It was too much. Peter quickly checked who the email was sent to. Shit! Neal not only sent it to Elizabeth, he sent it to Jones, Lauren, and Diana. Fortunately he didn't send it to Hughes, there would have been an investigation if he did. Slowly the shock died down to be replaced with anger.
Peter walked as calmly as he could to the file room, passing Jones on the way. Jones was about to say something when Peter cut him off, saying, "Don't," and leaving Jones standing there. The Neal was in the file room, looking for all the world like he was just innocently filing. Peter closed the door quietly and unleashed his wrath upon Neal.
I had to end it there… I've got some ideas for continuing, maybe making it a two shot. But as of know Edgar Allan Poe and Athol Fugard are wanting me to write about imagery and staging (respectively) so I'm done for now. Reviews are the really loved during these dark IB times, also I've never been PMed before so make my day. I promise I don't bite, I prefer pirates to vampires.
Special thanks to all who have written White Collar Fanfics… your guys were my inspiration when I saw how many Neal spanking fics there were.
