The effects from his little accident, earlier this morning, were all done and over with. Except for the numbness part in his little pinky. When Neal was coming in the office, bright as always, no one suspected a thing. But then… Peter threw him a mystic smile. "How was your weekend with Sara?"

Neal blinked once and then couldn't hide the twinkle in his eyes. "It was great. But we didn't go out, if that's what you meant."

"I know. You two stayed home. Did you finally got the change to cook this French onion soup, you bragged about for day's?" There was a quick awkward look escaping from Neal's face, but in an instant, the ex-con blinked that away.

"Well… yeah. Peter? Something the matter? Because... this 'chat' really starting to feel like an interrogation." Somehow Peter expected him to say this and chuckled with a weird look on his face. It was almost like he was glad he'd say that.

A bit suspicious Neal followed his handler towards Jones computer screen. Jones was apparently waiting for them to come and sat back in his chair and rotated his screen towards them with one hand. His other hand was folded under his chin; relaxed and calm as always. It's was the satellite footage from his anklet. With seeing the disturbed signal-data, right about a few minutes ago (let's say just when Neal had fried himself… almost) Neal hissed uncomfortable. His little pinky started to twitch with this unpleasant memory.

"'Bout that…" Neal looked at Peter. His mouth twitched a bit, while finding his words to describe his little accident without making jones and Peter laugh… this was an impossible task, apparently.

Because when he started to tell about the hairdryer and the filled tub, Jones already knew the end of it. Like Neal once said: he was a smart guy. Along with the rest of the team.

Neal grinned with them, knowing better than act ashamed. It was an accident after all. It could happen to anyone.

After this great start of the week Neal got another anklet and everything was fine.

At least as fine as it gets. During lunch Peter asked Neal to pass him a napkin, which Neal did, and suddenly his little pinky trembled again, along with his ring finger. Peter saw this and took the napkin with a soft thanks but his eyes never left his face.

"Is your hand okay?" he asked after Neal tried to shake it off and finished his Chinese food with the wooden sticks, in the other hand.

"It's fine," the ex-con mumbled. Really not want to talk about it after making fun of with his odd accident. Peter felt some guilt and gave a sigh.

"Listen, if it's still hurts, you can get some aspirin. I have a stash right here in my desk drawer." Neal shook his head to that.

"No. I don't need that. Because it doesn't hurt. I-It still just kind of feel numb," Neal said unsure of himself. Neal never confesses, Peter remembers himself quote that … this time Neal certainly does.

"Oh?" Peter reacted a bit flatly. He saw Neal shake his hand again then moved his fingers one by one. Seeing the trouble he got with the ring finger and the little finger, he understood.

"wow. That must've been quite a shockwave. Tell me again how this happened? You weren't still in the bath were you?" Neal bit his lip while looking serious. Clearly this ex-con was worried now.

"No… but I was wet. I run out of towels, okay! And… I was kinda…"

"Naked?"

"Yeah. Why am I telling you this? I just came out of the bath. Of course I was naked, Peter. I slipped and fell and my hand grabbed the edge of the tub while the dryer fell in. Maybe I made some contact with the water surface. But no longer than 3 to… maybe 5 seconds." That little calculation came out a bit unsure. Like Neal finally understood why he was feeling a bit shaky this morning. He got a lot more 'ouch' than he first registered.

Peter gazed up at him with an awe-like expression. Then, after a deep sigh Peter snapped out of it and shook his head. "Only you, Neal. Only you."

Neal frowned confused. "What?" he asked shrugging.

"You got seriously electrocuted and only suffered from a twitching pinky? God really loves you, does he?"

And there it was. Peter's stern glance. Trying to mature his CI.

"Get your coat. We are going to the doctors to check you out. I am sure it's all okay. But I certainly don't like surprises if it has to do with your health. No if's or But's. We are leaving in five minutes."

"But," Neal tried. But got a finger on his nose. As a warning.

"Get your coat."

Neal sighed heavily and got to his feet. It wasn't really necessary, this whole check out thing. But if it meant, a day off, he would gladly starting to exaggerate it a tiny bit. Because, he didn't have gotten any sleep during his long weekend.

If you know what I mean.

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AN: You wish is my command : )! I made it a bit longer. Like It? Hate It? Let me know.

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Josie