Started: 26.03.12
Finished: 26.04.29
White Collar
“Neal.”
The CI averted his eyes to the carpet of his handler’s office as he shrugged, sinking his hands into his pockets – his signature trying-too-hard-to-seem-nonchalant stance, “You told me not to go after the painting.”
Peter huffed and stood from his desk, “That didn’t mean I gave you permission to go after the jewels!” At the lack of change in the man’s expression, Peter placed his hands on his hips, “Since when do you steal jewels, anyway?”
Neal frowned and offered a half-shrug, bringing his eyes back up from the floor, “I like a lot of things.”
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