A/N- You gotta love crossovers! I hope you love this one especially!
"Technically, Peter didn't send me to you. He alerted you to my whereabouts, and since you owe me a favor, you decided it would be a good idea to find me before the FBI got on my ass." Neal began.
"Is he always so technical?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Michael answered.
"Hey, am I going to get to finish my story?" Neal asked, his trademark grin on his face.
"Considering that whatever it was you were going to throw at us is a complete lie, no." Mike said, standing up and placing down a couple of bulls to cover their drinks.
"Uh, I wasn't done. Where we goin' Mikey?" Sam said, looking down glumly at his still half full drink, but standing up anyway.
"Back to the loft where we can talk in more . . . quiet." Michael explained, pulling Neal up by the arm.
"Gentle. It's Italian." Caffery complained as they walked out.
A/N- Sorry it's so short. I wish it was longer. It will be next time, I promise.