April 27, 2014
Fake It—Seether (3:16)
White Collar
El
He wasn't at all what she'd expected. Though to be completely honest she wasn't altogether sure what she'd expected from her husband's obsession. She'd seen Neal's picture of course. It was part of Peter's evidence folder. He'd been bringing his work home for as long as she'd known him. But still…
She hadn't expected the wounded look in his eyes when he didn't know that she was looking at him. She didn't expect the lines of strain around his eyes and mouth or the tenseness in his shoulders when Peter snapped at him.
She shot Peter a look to quell him and Peter rolled his eyes. She turned back to Neal with a smile but his blue eyes were far away. "Neal," she murmured trying to capture his attention.
Those almost too blue eyes cleared and Neal gave her an easy smile. "Hmm?" He hummed in inquiry.
"Show him the signature," she urged. "Seriously Peter, he's good. And he's right."
Peter sighed but nodded. El had that look in her eye and he knew better than to go against that look. "Enlighten me," he told the younger man in a cold, hard voice.
Neal's smile was slow in coming but brighter for it as he leaned forward.