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Chapter 5: Dealing with the Devil
"Oh Peter I'm sure I can get you to stay for ten minutes, maybe twenty at the most" Neal said with a purr as he nipped at Peter's jaw and began to loosen his tie. "I said no Neal…I have to get to work," Peter argued as he began to push Neal away. Neal didn't let up as he leaned over and nibbled on Peter's weak spot…his ear. "Humor me I don't get to ogle you at work today so I need my fix for now or how else am I going to survive this day?" Neal asked as he leaned around the wall and locked the apartment door.
Peter contemplated the offer and pulled Neal back onto his lap. "You get fifteen minutes no more… no less do you we have an understanding?" Peter asked and not even bothering to answer Neal grabbed Peter and yanked him into a kiss that stole the agent's breath away. Soon they were stumbling across the small space to the bed in the small alcove that acted as the bedroom of the apartment. The moment Neal hit the bed Peter pinned him down with one hand to keep the other man from taking control and forcing him to miss work.
Neal never admitted it to Peter but he had always fantasized about being dominated by him, he knew that the agent wasn't dangerous but his level of control in the relationship was what made Neal feel like his blood was on fire. The thought anyone other than Peter taking control in the relationship bothered him; he didn't trust anyone else enough to lower his guard enough to put his safety in someone else's hands. After a couple minutes Neal had managed to not only get Peter's tie off but to throw it on the bed behind him. Just as things began to get hot and heavy Peter pulled away and looked at his watch with a smirk. "Fifteen minutes on the dot; I'm going to be late if I don't leave now," Peter remarked with a smirk as he grabbed his tie and began to put it back on.
Sitting up in shock Neal crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance "Oh don't pout, I'll call you around lunch time to see how you're doing. Please stay out of trouble for one day. Why don't you paint something that will keep you busy for most of the day," Peter said as he finished tying his tie. Neal rolled his eyes and stood up and undid the knot. "You're hopeless without help you know that," he remarked as he quickly redid Peter's tie without even looking at it. "Perfect now go make some other con's life a living hell for a while," Neal joked as he sat back down on his large bed. Peter smirked as he patted Neal on the head only to get a dirty look from him, with another smirk he leaned in and gave Neal a small kiss before he pulled away and headed for the door. "Maybe you should take a cold shower," Peter said with a smirk as he unlocked the door.
Grabbing a pillow from the bed Neal threw it at Peter as the man caught it and dropped it on the couch. "I'll talk to you later Kitten," Peter said with a smirk as he walked out and closed the door behind him.
Groaning loudly Neal fell back against the bed and put his arm over his eyes as he took in a deep breath before pushing himself up to his feet. Making his way across the room Neal stripped down to his boxers as he walked into the hall to his bathroom, where he turned on the lights as he walked to the mirror and looked at his reflection before walking over to the large shower and dropping his boxers. He then turned the cold water and steeled himself before stepping into the cold water.
Neal gasped as the cold water hit his skin causing him to back against the wall and slide down until he was sitting on the floor with the water pounding on his chest. Its official…Peter Burke is a drug and now I need him to survive … Neal thought as he ran his fingers over his wet hair, panting lightly he put his head back hard against the wall with a large cracking sound. Neal let the cold water beat against his body until he was sure that his lust was cooled. Once he was sure he was sated he slowly got to his feet and shut the water off. Damn Peter… he worked me up then left, well he's going to have to deal with the repercussions later… Neal thought as he planned how to deal with his lover and punish him for leaving him in such a state.
Wrapping a towel around his waist Neal left the bathroom and walked back to his bedroom to dress. After digging through his bags from his trip Neal, dressed now only in a pair of sweat pants that hung dangerously low on his hips with his dragon tattoo still marring his right side, set up the easel Peter got him and placed a large pre mounted canvas in front of him while he prepped the paint on his pallet. He then imagined the painting within. Soon Neal began to work from the corner. Peter loved that view from the hill and if I paint it maybe I can give him the finished painting for Christmas that is after he suffers for his actions today. Neal thought as he slowly moved from the corner and began to move across the canvas. Neal barely paid attention to the clock as he continued to paint.
By noon he had finished half of the painting; and then looking at the half finished painting Neal walked over to the fridge and began to root around for something to eat. After finding something still good he glanced back at the painting and closed his eyes to remember the stunning view. Thus motivated Neal finished his meal quickly and went back to work.
Picking up the pallet off the edge of the table Neal grabbed a thin paintbrush and began work on the details on the trees trunks. But before he could touch the brush to the semi dry paint Neal heard his cell phone go off. He sighed lightly before putting the brush down and walked over to where he left the phone.
Grabbing his phone off the counter Neal connected the call and put the phone up to his ear "This is Neal… oh Peter… I'm fine; yes I took a cold shower thanks to you. Yeah of course you can drop the folders over tonight, I'll look them over…really the temporary office is that small; well I don't envy you guys at all. I guess you're wishing you stayed here with all the Italian Roast coffee and me; more than enough for you to handle," Neal remarked with a smirk.
Peter wanted to smack his head against his desk he knew Neal was trying to seduce him over the phone, he knew for a fact that Neal's mind operated in a way that when he put his mind toward something he either went through with it until he gets what he wants or he's stopped by the FBI. Peter knew he had to quash any plans that were beginning to form in Neal's mind. "I have dinner plans with El tonight so I won't be able to stay longer than two minutes to drop the files off, I hope you can respect that since I know you don't want to make her mad," Peter said using his secret weapon of the understanding wife card.
Neal wanted to pout but he knew that Peter was right he needed to respect Elizabeth's rules, "Alright I promise I won't jump you the second you walk in the door; I actually have a painting I'm working on so I would like to get it done before the other paint dries, I'll see you when you get here tonight. Oh by the way just so you know I'm wearing sweatpants and that's all and they are hanging dangerously low," Neal purred as he heard Peter clear his throat.
"I'll talk to you later then Muffin," Neal said smirking as he hung up the phone and grabbed his pallet and brush and went back to work on the painting with a large smirk on his face that he knew Peter was thinking of him and not about any case that he might have been working on. It looks like we're even now and the best part of it is Peter can't take a cold shower. Neal thought as he began to hum as he worked.
Peter knew it would take all of his will power not to slam his head against his desk until he was unconscious just to keep the mental images of Neal at bay while he tried to concentrate on the files in front of him. He barely noticed Diana walk into his temporary office. "So I see Neal is working his magic from a distance, you look like you're about to beat yourself unconscious…" she said with a chuckle. Peter looked at his former probie and rolled his eyes as he picked up the file on the desk in front of him and hid behind it, and hoped Diana would leave but after a couple minutes he knew she wasn't going to leave.
"Is it really that obvious?" Peter asked only to get a nod in response, "Fine, let's drop it… now what are you here for?" Peter asked trying to change the subject and keep his mind off a nearly nude Neal doing only god knows what in his apartment. Diana smirked "The trick to stopping the images is to think of something equally distracting and work towards that goal… for example instead of thinking of Neal think about going for coffee and think about what you want to order and you're mind is so distracted you forget the first thing in your mind."
Looking at his agent Peter just chuckled "You've never seen Neal when he turns on his full charm and that's a hard thing to forget… but I will give it a try thanks Diana, now are you going to tell me why you came in here?" Peter asked trying to keep his mind busy. Diana finally gave in to her boss's request since she could see he was wrestling with a hard task of keeping his mind off of Neal. "The bullet was finally found in the wall; it's pretty beaten up but we pulled a caliber and it's a .308 and it's a one in a million shot; and somehow somebody pulled it off," she remarked putting the report on Peter's desk.
After a moment of silence Peter began to chew on his bottom lip before he pulled a sheet of paper out of his printer and grabbed a pen as he made a chain connecting everyone in the case. "Now according to Jordan he and Jack were working for a man who called himself the Puppet Master which means he was pulling their strings … my only worry is that this man has some sort of grudge against Neal. We have no idea what Jordan was ordered to do or not to do. I don't like just sitting here in the dark waiting for the next piece of this bizarre puzzle," Peter said tapping his pen against the papers on his desk.
Diana looked at the file open in front of Peter "You're worried about Neal, two men who were both connected to the same man are now dead and they both had contact with Neal, and that's what scares you the most," Diana said reading her boss like an open book. Peter looked down at the file once more before closing it. "I nearly lost him once and it was probably one of the scariest moments of my life, so I guess I have the right to worry," Peter remarked his thoughts drifting to Neal in the club basement on the brink of death. Clearing her throat Diana walked towards the door, "Jones is going out to pick up the take out do you want your usual?" she asked hoping to snap Peter out of his worried thoughts. Peter nodded and put his pen down on his desk. In the back of his mind he wanted to know what Neal was up to.
Neal looked at the finished painting and smiled as he stretched; his back and legs were sore from standing for so. He then washed his brushes and put them away in their respective drawers along with the paints and his pallet. When he was done cleaning up he looked at the painting once more and knew it was perfect, there wasn't a leaf or a blade of grass out of place his signature was hidden in the grooves of the rocks that made up the edge of the cliff, the painting looked so real that Neal swore he could feel the chill in the air and the smell the autumn wildflowers hidden in the valley. "Peter is going to love it," Neal said to himself with a small yawn. After he was sure he could move the painting Neal carried it into the back closet where he had a second easel set up to hold the painting until it was dry. Once the painting was safely hidden Neal straightened the apartment a bit, "Peter won't be here for while I guess I can take a little nap…" he remarked softly as he walked over to his bed and dropped down with a flop.
After a few minutes the cloud soft bed sucked Neal in and he was out like a light. The apartment was bathed in the golden light of sunset by the time Peter arrived and knocked twice before opening the door; he looked around the apartment and found Neal asleep on his bed. He must have tired himself out doing something; he's going to get sick if he sleeps on the covers. Peter thought as he put the file down on the table and made his way over to Neal's bedside. Doing a little juggling Peter managed to get Neal under his covers and tucked in; looking at the younger man sleep Peter smiled and gave Neal a small kiss on his forehead, smiling when he saw that Neal still slept.
Peter moved away from the bed slowly and slipped out of the apartment and closed the door silently before leaving June's to go home to his wife and the dinner she had ready for him. Neal is going to be very upset for falling asleep but maybe it's a good thing I'll be on time for dinner tonight. Peter thought as he left June's and started his battle with city traffic to get home.
The clock on Neal's mantel ticked softly in the dark apartment, Neal rolled over and hugged his pillow tighter as he began to slowly wake up. As he felt sleep slipping away from him Neal felt as if there was a presence in his apartment and sitting up slowly Neal kept still as he felt the blankets pool in his lap as he scanned the dark apartment for any signs of moment. When he was sure the apartment was empty Neal reached over and fumbled in the dark until he found the lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. The glow from the lamp only covered so much space, moving carefully out of bed Neal walked across his apartment and looked for anything out of place.
As his eyes scanned the room his gaze fell on a bottle of wine sitting in the middle of his kitchen table with a small business card leaning against it. Walking closer to the table Neal felt himself begin to shake as he picked up the card. All it had written on it was a location and a time. Neal looked at the wine bottle and picked it up, after examining the bottle he put the bottle back down and swallowed the lump in his throat.
Neal made a beeline for his phone on the counter as his fingers wrapped around the device he thought about calling Peter, but after a moment of staring at his phone he put it back down and practically ran to his closet to dress. Neal quickly pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a tee shirt, to complete his look of blending into the city Neal pulled on a zip up hoodie and walked toward the exit of his apartment, on the way he grabbed his cell phone as a force of habit and shoved it into his back pocket along with his house keys.
Slipping through the house silently Neal walked down the sidewalk and shoved his hands into the hoodie pockets to keep them warm, even though the meeting wasn't for an hour he still had to walk there. By the time he got there he was feeling beyond paranoid that he had been followed the whole way there by something in the shadows of every building he passed. Walking in a large circle Neal threw his arm up to shield his eyes from the blinding blue headlights of the car that seemed to come out of nowhere.
"It's been such a long time Neal; I almost didn't recognize you… I never thought I would see you lower yourself to wearing cheap jeans and a hoodie like a common law abiding citizen. So how is life treating my former protégé?" the voice asked as a man walked away from the open door of the car and into the light. Neal bit back a shiver from the cool November air. "I'm doing alright I don't make all that much being the go to guy for the FBI, I barely make enough to stay where I do," Neal commented as he took a step back away from his former mentor.
Vincent Adler chuckled "I saw the view it's not bad for a consultant's salary. Before we get to the reason why I asked you here let me just say I'm sorry to hear about Kate… she was a lovely girl and she will be greatly missed," Adler said as he took a step closer to Neal. Neal nodded his head as he tried to move his blood around to keep warm. "I miss her a lot; now you wouldn't have called me here unless you really needed to speak to me since you know who I work for," Neal said gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering.
With a small chuckle Vincent held a gloved hand out to Neal. "Why don't we sit in the limo it's warm in there and you look cold," he offered with a smile. Neal reluctantly moved forward toward the open door of the limo as he climbed inside he felt the heat hit his face and begin to warm him up right away. Once the car door shut silently Neal realized he had been very stupid and it could have been a trap, "Now what is so important that you had me walk all the way here in the middle of the night…and how did you manage to get into my apartment?" Neal asked as he relaxed into the fine leather seat of the limo.
"All in due time Neal, first things first I have a job that requires your expertise and I wouldn't come to you if I could find someone else but I can't and I'm running out of time; the item in question will be leaving the museum circuit and going back to private hands at the end of December. You have the skills to get it for me once it hits private hands; I have all the information about the house and the security system," Adler said as he sat back against his seat across from Neal.
Neal shook his head "No, no I learned my lesson when I worked for you last time… now if that's it I'm going home," Neal remarked as he reached for the door handle. "What if I helped you; you do this job for me and I help you by finding out what really happened to Kate," Vincent said knowing just what to say to bring his former lap dog back into his graces. Right away he could see Neal's mind grasping at the chance to learn more. "You know what, I don't plan on doing the job until after Thanksgiving so spend some time with your family and think about my offer, here take this card and call me when you decide what you're going to do… and we'll give you a ride home," Vincent said motioning for his driver to take off.
After a few minutes Neal found himself standing outside of June's mansion, he looked at the business card in his hand "I think I may have just made a deal with the devil," he whispered as he walked inside quietly and slipped up the stairs like a cat. Once he was back in his apartment Neal made a beeline for his bed and collapsed onto it.
Diana walked into the temporary office for the White collar Unit agents were bumping into one another for the second day in a row. As she looked up at Peter's office and saw him asleep at his desk. "Did he even go home last night?" Diana asked as she looked at Jones who had been shoved into a smaller desk than he was used to. "He passed out about two hours ago when his caffeine fix ended I would have made more but we ran out of coffee and the stores were all closed, I'm going to go and get some more soon," Jones remarked as he typed up a report on his computer.
Before he could even finish, the doors opened Diana smirked when she recognized Neal's trademark hat as he walked in with stacks of coffee cups piled up like a tower Diana walked over and helped him by taking a few of them "I didn't know you were coming back today Neal," Diana said as she put the coffees down on an empty desk. Neal smiled he was standing before the female agent in black jeans and a black turtleneck with his favorite grey fedora "I came in early, and decided to bring everyone coffee," Neal said as he grabbed two of the coffee cups and made his way to where Peter was asleep at his desk. Kicking the office door shut behind him Neal was glad that the office Peter was occupying didn't have large glass walls that faced the small bull pen but in fact had a normal wall and a wooden door.
"Time to wake up Muffin," Neal said softly as he sat across from Peter and smirked that the desk was open in front. As he sat down he slipped one of his loafers off and traced his foot up Peter's leg and watched as the FBI agent shot up in surprise. "Neal… what are you doing here?"Peter asked as he saw Neal smirking. "I called Doctor Parker and told him I was ready to return to work and I brought everyone coffee and I missed you, so he signed off on the paperwork and here I am ready to work. But I'm also here to make you pay for yesterday," Neal remarked as he moved his foot higher up Peter's leg until he heard the man squeak almost in shock.
Peter pulled his chair back out of Neal's reach to save himself from Neal's actions that would eventually end with the younger man being shoved against the door. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm putting my foot down now, nothing is going to happen at work… now due to the smaller space you're staying right there and you will behave or I will put you over my knee is that understood?" Peter asked. Neal nodded as he took his hat off and placed it on the corner of Peter's desk. "I understand fully Peter I will do everything you ask of me, I'll be good today I promise," Neal said holding up three fingers "scouts honor" he added with a smile.
Looking back at his paperwork Peter kept a straight face as he responded. "You were never in scouts, now just sit there and twirl your thumbs or something, I wasn't expecting you back so soon so I didn't actually look for any cases for you to look over and keep your feet on your side of the table," Peter said as he reached for his coffee and sipped it.
Neal watched Peter as he worked and after a minute he as bored, "I'm going to go and steal a painting and put a forgery in its place I'll be back in an hour" Neal said with a smirk. Looking up Peter saw the smirk and flicked his pen at the door. "Lock it first then get over here," he said gruffly as he watched the younger man lock the door and walk around the desk. Neal smirked and straddled Peter's lap and pulled on his tie so he was closer and began to slowly undo his tie before tossing it aside. Peter couldn't stop himself, he quickly latched on and sucked on Neal's pulse and turned the younger man into mush. Neal had to close his eyes to control his breathing so as not to let out any moans loud enough to be heard outside of the office.
Peter moved away from the love bite on Neal's neck and captured his lips, Neal jumped when he felt Peter's chair turn and the hard wooden desk press into his lower back. Biting his cheek hard to keep silent Neal felt a shiver go up his spine. This is going to be the longest work day ever… Neal thought as he let out the smallest moan.
Dante walked into the cramped bullpen and dropped his bag and helmet on his desk, "Morning Jones…Diana it's nice day isn't it, who brought in all the coffee?" he asked grabbing a cup that hadn't been claimed yet, Diana looked up from her paperwork "Neal did and he's up in Peter's office, they've been in there a few minutes with the door shut. We've tried to figure out what they could be doing in there, maybe Peter is laying down some new ground rules," Jones said unaware of how far Peter and Neal's relationship had gone. Diana shrugged "Maybe he's bringing him up to speed on the current case," she remarked.
"I doubt it, I'll bet you two hundred bucks it's more than work going on in there, give them six minutes then knock on the door and see how they look when they come out," Dante said as he pulled his checkbook out. Diana smirked and pulled her check book out and waited, after six minutes Jones volunteered to knock as soon as he knocked he heard Neal yell they would be right out.
Neal managed to bring his breathing under control as he looked for Peter's tie but when he couldn't find it he nixed the idea and went back to straightening his clothes in record time before he looked Peter over and opened the door and walked out "How can I be of service today for you wonderful FBI agents?" he asked smiling a thousand watt smile. Dante smirked when he saw his cousin and scanned him quickly; right away he saw Neal's swollen lips and ruffled clothes. Diana and Jones opened their check books and began to fill the checks out; when they were done they handed the checks over to Dante and went back to work.
Peter scowled at his agents then looked at Neal, he knew what was best for them, but before he could speak Neal smiled at him "Excuse me I need to speak with Hughes about something," Neal said as he squeezed past Peter and motioned for Dante to follow him. Right away Peter was confused as he watched Neal walk into the office with his cousin. After a couple minutes Peter walked back into his office, as he sat down he spotted his tie hanging off the edge of the bookcase, grabbing the tie he shoved it behind his back as he sat at his desk. I might have to have Neal do something else today outside of this office or I'm going to end up doing something I'll regret. Peter thought as he filled out some forms.
An hour passed before Neal walked out of Hughes' office with his cousin, and knocked on Peter's door lightly. "It's almost lunch time how about a nice place nearby, Dante's treat," Neal suggested. "I can't I have to take a conference call about this shooting, but you go and enjoy yourselves," Peter said with a smile. Shrugging his shoulders Neal headed for the door "All right then we'll just take his motorcycle, and don't worry I'm going to wear his extra helmet," Neal commented as backed out of the office and left the building with Dante. Dante looked at his cousin with a smirk "You're sure he's going go for it?" he asked as he started his bike up.
Laughing Neal put the extra helmet on "I know Peter very well, if I plan it right he'll be on the doorstep… he might be livid but he'll get over it very quickly," Neal said as he put the visor down on his borrowed helmet before Dante took off and headed out of the parking garage. Dante laughed as he drove down the street before pulling into the small free parking lot and parked in the last free spot. Neal stretched as he stood up and removed his helmet.
"I bet you're glad you get a lot of practice straddling things with Burke around," Dante commented with a smirk, Neal flushed red and smacked Dante in the shoulder. "This coming from the guy who tried to give his own cousin a hickey," Neal remarked as he walked into the small restaurant. "You're not going to let that go are you, I apologized for that you know," Dante argued as he sat across from Neal. Both men looked at each other and began to laugh. Dante twirled his fork in his fingers. "I still can't believe you managed to convince Hughes to let you do this, and then again you did make a convincing argument," Dante remarked as he picked up his menu and looked it over. "I am very good at choosing my words, and promising that I would have an agent with me at all times really did make him agree. Do you really you think it was all right to lie to Hughes and say that Peter knows about this?" Neal asked as he looked down at his menu.
Dante looked up "I'm sure it will be fine, you only need to hope that Hughes doesn't say anything for two weeks so Peter doesn't find out or the surprise is ruined," he remarked. Neal sighed and nodded as he made his choice for lunch and ordered. "I just hope you're ready to feel Peter's wrath for what we're planning to do," Neal remarked as he tried not to smile. "You'll protect me I know it, we are family after all…" Dante remarked as he waved a waitress over. "You keep telling yourself that," Neal said as he sipped his glass of water.
Elizabeth walked into the master bedroom carrying a couple empty bags; she dropped the bags on the bed causing Peter to wake from a deep sleep "El it's six in the morning…wait why are you packing?" Peter asked sitting up in bed, his first thought was his wife was leaving him. "First Neal starts acting very strange at work and he has avoided me outside of work also for the last two weeks, and now you're packing your clothes… and mine?" Peter asked looking up confused. Smiling Elizabeth pulled open another drawer "We're going away for Thanksgiving, now get up and get dressed we have a train to catch," she said whacking Peter with a pillow until he got out of bed.
Groaning loudly Peter slid out of bed and dragged himself downstairs for some coffee before he dressed, as he walked through the dining room he noticed an alert on his computer was beeping, sighing he tapped a few keys and saw Neal's tracking information coming up on the screen blinking red and saying he had left his two mile radius. Peter let out a string of curses loud enough for Elizabeth to hear him. "Peter what's wrong?" Elizabeth called from upstairs.
"Neal's left the state…it looks like our trip has to be canceled, I'm going to go find Neal and drag him back here and spank him good," Peter called from the first floor. Elizabeth smiled as she continued to pack "Where does it say Neal is anyway?" she asked already knowing the answer. Getting up from the table Peter stomped upstairs and quickly began to dress. "It says he's in Greenwich, Connecticut. I want to know how he got thirty miles out of the city without anyone noticing," Peter remarked as he pulled his shoes on. "Well that's perfect because that's where I'm taking us for our vacation, we'll just pick him up on the way home," Elizabeth remarked as she zipped up the bags. "Go get Satchmo's leash and we'll go I got us a ride from Jacob next door; he's already promised to get our mail. I have our tickets and we should hurry if we want good seats," she said trying not to let on anything.
After they rode to Grand Central and boarded the train Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance that Neal would run away, and as soon as the train began to pull away from the station he had tried to get answers from work but no one had a straight answer. "Honey, just forget about it; you can get the truth out of Neal later," Elizabeth said softly as she leaned back in her seat, the train car was nearly empty at six-thirty. The conductor walked through and didn't comment on Satchmo sitting there when he saw Peter's FBI badge clipped to his belt.
An hour later Peter stepped off the train with his wife and dog and as they walked down the platform a man in a black suit walked up to them. "Are you the Burkes?" he asked professionally. Elizabeth smiled "Yes, you must be our driver," she said as she followed the man to the waiting town car. Peter handed their bags over. Soon Peter and Elizabeth were sitting in the back seat with Satchmo on their lap.
Peter had a feeling his wife knew exactly where they were going; a ten minute car ride brought the Burkes through town and up into the richer looking neighborhoods where the houses seemed to explode in size, Peter pulled his cell phone out and called Jones "Jones I need to know where Neal is," Peter said as he watched the car turn off the road and up a long pebble driveway. "You're moving right towards him," Jones remarked as he looked at the data.
"Uh… thanks Jones, I'll see you after the holiday…" Peter said before hanging up, when the car pulled up into the driveway that was as large as a parking lot. Elizabeth looked at the large brick mansion with the immaculate hedges and clean lawn. When the car stopped Peter slowly got out of the car and whistled at the size on the house. Turning in a circle to look at everything around him Peter heard Satchmo begin to bark and tug at his leash. Satchmo pulled away and ran toward the front door.
Spinning on his heel, Peter saw Neal crouching down and rubbing Satchmo's belly smiling at the loveable dog "I'm glad you guys made it, and you're early, the rest of the family will be here in a couple days…" Neal said not noticing Peter's face until he looked up "Oh… your mad aren't you…" Neal remarked as he stood up and walked closer to Peter.
The agent resisted the urge to throw Neal over his knee and begin to spank him like there was no tomorrow, "Care to explain how you managed to get here without my permission?" Peter asked very serious. Neal smiled "Hughes gave me permission, turns out as long as I'm with an agent I can go pretty much anywhere… and it turns out in a loophole that Dante falls under the category of an agent… I might have also told Hughes that you already knew about the plans and you were fine with it," Neal said backing away slowly. Peter felt his blood pressure shoot through the roof at that moment. "I… how…I can't…later… you are going to get it later for this stunt," Peter remarked as he walked away from Neal and followed Elizabeth inside leaving Neal to bring up the rear.
Neal looked down at Satchmo "How much trouble do you think I'm in?" he asked the dog, Satchmo bowed his head and put his paw over his muzzle. Giving a loud sigh Neal nodded "That's what I thought," Neal remarked as he grabbed Satch's leash off the ground and walked him inside.