It's been awhile, I know… I'd promise to update soon, but we all know that won't happen. So just review, and maybe it will make me feel bad enough that I'll actually update! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar or Burn Notice. *tear*
Chapter 6
'85 Degrees'
Neal glared at Peter for the fifteenth time in the twenty minutes they had been in the airplane. Peter just sighed and made himself comfortable.
"I still think handcuffs are a little extreme." Neal grumbled. Peter didn't even open his eyes.
"Hughes insisted. Besides, we both know that you unlocked them eighteen minutes ago, so stop whining." He replied. Neal made a face at him, then lifted his hand from where it had been "handcuffed" to the armrest of the seat. Peter shifted in his seat slightly.
"I'm going to sleep now, just make sure that you are in that seat and handcuffed again before we land, or I will arrest you." He threatened. Neal grinned and waited until Peter emitted a small snore to start flirting with the stewardess in order to get a free glass of champagne. Mozzie turned from the seat in front of him while he was drinking it.
"So, you gonna stay in the seat?" He questioned. Neal shrugged.
"I'm just waiting until the opportune moment." He replied. Mozzie shook his head and turned back to the in-flight movie. Neal considered watching it for a moment, but then decided to explore the airplane.
Fifteen minutes later, after locking himself in the bathroom following an encounter with a flight marshal, he decided the in-flight movie was the better option. He carefully stepped over Peter and plugged in the headphones, only to laugh out loud. Perhaps it was appropriate, but the movie playing was Catch Me If You Can.
An hour later, the movie was over and Peter had just woken up. Neal had noticed the signs and had loosely fastened the handcuff around his wrist.
"Hey, sleepyhead, we're landing!" Neal called cheerfully. Peter growled grumpily.
"I was having this wonderful dream that I was at home, not dealing with you or any dangerous bad guys." Peter said. Neal grinned.
"You're a FBI agent. It's an occupational hazard." He replied smartly. Mozzie turned around to shush them.
"Be quiet! I want to hear what it's like outside!" He said. Neal fell quiet when the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"This is your captain speaking. It is a sunny day in Miami and the temperature is 85 degrees. Please put your seats and trays in the upright position. I hope you have good stay in the sunny city!"
"That's unlikely." Peter muttered. Neal shrugged.
"You never know, if I remember correctly, Miami is beautiful this time of year." He replied. Peter raised an eyebrow.
"When were you in Miami?" He questioned. Neal shrugged and looked out the window.
"The ocean is beautiful from right here." He pointed out, ignoring Peter's exasperated sigh.
The Terminal, Miami
"Michael, he's still not here." Fiona's irritated voice sounded from the seat next to him. He sighed and dug a five dollar bill out of his pocket.
"How about you go get us some drinks?" He said. She narrowed her eyes at him, then sighed.
"Fine. But I know you're just trying to get rid of me." She accused. Michael kept his mouth shut. Rule number one in a relationship: never admit to anything.
"Flight 563 from New York is now at the landing strip." A pleasant female voice came from the overhead. Michael smiled. That was Neal's flight. Now he wouldn't have to listen to Fi complain. Except for the whole FBI thing. She might complain about that.