Neal/Angela - Now What Were You Saying?
Fandom: White Collar/Bones
Title: Now What Were You Saying?
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Neal Caffery/Angela Montenegro, Seeley Booth
xoverland Challenge: Crime State
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Neal’s called in to assist the Jeffersonian, and Booth is keeping a very close eye on him.
Author’s Note: Crossover suggested by alison_sky. Not the characters she wanted, but this was the one that came to mind first. That and my Mozzie voice is a little rusty. But Mozzie will come later.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to FOX and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“The brush strokes on this are exquisite.” Neal leaned over to get a closer look at the canvas. “Whoever did this, they are very, very good.”
“So this isn’t the real deal,” Angela responded. “Just a really, really good fake.”
“Unfortunately so,” Neal sighed, before moving over to one of the people on the painting. “Genuine artists can’t ever resist signing their work.” Angela leaned in closer to him, looking to see where the finger was pointing to. It took her a minute, before a smile crossed her face.
“I see it. The glasses on the guy on the left-the L, A and C written into the frames.”
“You have a very good eye,” he smirked, turning to face her, taking advantage of her proximity to turn on the charm. “And very nice perfume. What is that?”
“Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. No hitting on Angela.” They both looked up to see Booth coming into the room, looking clearly unamused. “You’re here as a consultant, not to make your way through the women of the crime lab.”
“He was consulting, Booth,” Angela laughed, shaking her head. “He found the forger’s signature.”
“Considering I am doing this for you as a favor for Burke, a little more faith in my character would be nice,” Neal replied. “You do trust him, don’t you?”
“I trust Peter Burke to have my back in a fire fight, and that you know what you’re talking about. That does not mean I trust you around my people.”
Neal rolled his eyes and Angela just gave Booth a look. “Booth. I’m a big girl. I can handle it when a guy’s flirting with me.”
“You sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Cuz if he’s told us what we need to know, I can just haul him out of here.”
“I’m sure. Now go. We’ll call you when we actually have something relevant.”
Booth gave them both wary looks before backing out the door and heading back towards the rest of the squints. Angela just shook her head again, before turning back to Neal with a smirk.
“Now, what were you saying about my perfume?”
Title: Now What Were You Saying?
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Neal Caffery/Angela Montenegro, Seeley Booth
xoverland Challenge: Crime State
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Neal’s called in to assist the Jeffersonian, and Booth is keeping a very close eye on him.
Author’s Note: Crossover suggested by alison_sky. Not the characters she wanted, but this was the one that came to mind first. That and my Mozzie voice is a little rusty. But Mozzie will come later.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to FOX and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“The brush strokes on this are exquisite.” Neal leaned over to get a closer look at the canvas. “Whoever did this, they are very, very good.”
“So this isn’t the real deal,” Angela responded. “Just a really, really good fake.”
“Unfortunately so,” Neal sighed, before moving over to one of the people on the painting. “Genuine artists can’t ever resist signing their work.” Angela leaned in closer to him, looking to see where the finger was pointing to. It took her a minute, before a smile crossed her face.
“I see it. The glasses on the guy on the left-the L, A and C written into the frames.”
“You have a very good eye,” he smirked, turning to face her, taking advantage of her proximity to turn on the charm. “And very nice perfume. What is that?”
“Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. No hitting on Angela.” They both looked up to see Booth coming into the room, looking clearly unamused. “You’re here as a consultant, not to make your way through the women of the crime lab.”
“He was consulting, Booth,” Angela laughed, shaking her head. “He found the forger’s signature.”
“Considering I am doing this for you as a favor for Burke, a little more faith in my character would be nice,” Neal replied. “You do trust him, don’t you?”
“I trust Peter Burke to have my back in a fire fight, and that you know what you’re talking about. That does not mean I trust you around my people.”
Neal rolled his eyes and Angela just gave Booth a look. “Booth. I’m a big girl. I can handle it when a guy’s flirting with me.”
“You sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Cuz if he’s told us what we need to know, I can just haul him out of here.”
“I’m sure. Now go. We’ll call you when we actually have something relevant.”
Booth gave them both wary looks before backing out the door and heading back towards the rest of the squints. Angela just shook her head again, before turning back to Neal with a smirk.
“Now, what were you saying about my perfume?”