Here's chapter two. I should warn you now that this story will probably continue on into New Year's.
But that shouldn't be a problem. It seems like you guys like it so far. Thanks for all the hits o' faithful readers. And the comments make my Christmas all the sweeter. Thanks.
**Note**: I wanted to apologize for my previous misspellings of Neal's last name in my first White Collar fanfic. I looked on the USA website and found his last name is really spelled. "Caffrey".
Disclaimer: The characters of White Collar belong solely to the USA network. There, I said it. Don't sue me.
A White [Collar] Christmas
Chapter 2:
"You want me to do what?"
Neal Caffrey stared at Peter with his brow raised in suspicious disbelief.
He had accepted the agent into his room but had had no idea that the gesture would be rewarded with a trip to the mall with said agent.
"Well, it was El's idea actually," Peter explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "So, what do you say?"
"Let me get this straight," Neal said, tapping his chin with his forefinger thoughtfully. "You want me to go shopping?"
Peter nodded.
"With you?"
Peter hesitated but nodded again, slower this time.
"Can I ask why?" Neal asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he rested his shoulder against the wall. A deviant smile crossed his lips.
Peter clenched his jaw. He knew Neal knew why. The ex-con was merely prolonging Peter's anguish for his own amusement. Cheeky little bastard.
"Well," Peter started, the word coming out a little too sharp. He cleared his throat and tried to soothe his growing exasperation with a deep breath. "El thought it would be a good bonding opportunity for the two of us to go out and buy presents."
"You forgot to get her a present didn't you?" Neal asked knowingly.
"It just completely slipped my mind," Peter admitted hurriedly.
Neal always knew how to get him to say what he was really thinking. It was hard to lie to the younger man.
Neal chuckled. "All right," he said. "I'll help you find something decent."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Peter asked defensively.
"It means I doubt your ability to find something appealing to the opposite sex."
"Watch it, Caffrey," Peter growled.
Neal shrugged nonchalantly but didn't add anything more. He knew when to stop his teasing when Peter used his last name.
"You do realize it's Christmas Eve though right?" Neal asked, grabbing his coat and ridiculous fedora hat from the coat rack by the door.
"Yeah," Peter grumbled.
"It's going to make shopping a little… interesting."
"Yeah," Peter muttered with a visible cringe.
Laughing, Neal led the way out of his room; an annoyed and sober Peter following him out, still muttering a stream of incoherent curses under his breath.
A little Peter whumpage for ya. Next is the horrid shopping. Stay tuned.
Hey, did I tell you about my crossover dream? I know this is a weird place and time to mention it, but hey, strangers are the best people to talk to right?
Anywho, I recently had a dream that was a combination of Monk, White Collar, Bones, and Doctor Who. Good dream: full of my favorite characters from my favorite shows. I was thinking of actually turning it into a fanfic. I might just turn out pretty good. Who knows?
Anyway,
Hobey-Ho