Lame.
"Neal Caffrey! Get your sorry ass out of that bed!" I groaned from beneath my luxuriously soft, thick pillow and down comforter as Peter banged on the fine oak door.
"I hear you moaning in there, Neal!"
"How do you know I'm not groaning 'cause of—"
"Neal."
"Fine." I slipped out of my warm bed and winced as my feet hit the cold floor. I made sure to make my bed neatly before even turning on the water for my shower.
"Skip the shower, Neal."
I opened my door, knowing I looked like Hell: tousled hair, circles under the eyes, unshaven jaw line, and rumpled sweats and undershirt. I glowered at Peter. "This is what you get for keeping me up to ungodly hours of the morning, for the past six weeks. I am going to take a shower."
Peter held up his hands. "Alright, alright."
I closed the door, locked it, and tried not to chuckle at the slight lip curl I'd gotten out of him. That was the first sign of real annoyance I'd gotten out of him in a long time.
After a nice hot shower and slipping into a very thick black peacoat (soft white scarf, two pairs of socks, gloves, and a hat were donned as well), I felt ready to face the day—and the FBI. I opened the door with a smile this time. Peter checked his watch with a mocking air and said, "Twenty minutes. I was expecting longer."
"I'm going green, saving water," I said snarkily, grinned, and headed downstairs in the hope of grabbing a snack from the kitchen before we left. I was just about to jump down the last two steps when some article of clothing got caught on something else; the next thing I knew my face smacked very hard against the floor and pain was shooting through my body.
Peter was laughing at me.
"Are—are you alright, Neal?" he asked through his chortling.
I was still blinking away the spots in my vision when he reached down and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and set me on my feet. My leg gave away as soon as I put weight on it and Peter had to help me stand.
"Aw crap," I sighed. "I'm as lame as a nag, Peter."
"You got one thing right," the agent said. "You're pretty lame."
