FIC: Surprises III
2. Shopping
Driving to the nearest shopping mall was a nerve-wracking experience for Neal, to say the least. Peter needed a car seat, but the CI had been unable to obtain the use of one for the trip to the mall (let alone for the rest of the time that the agent would be a child). Neal had driven the Taurus with excessive care, terrified that they would get into an accident.
Fortunately, they made it safely to the shopping mall. Neal insisted on carrying Peter around in his arms, worried that the pint-sized agent would get lost or kidnapped (they still didn't know who had drugged Peter in the first place, after all). Peter was not happy with this arrangement.
"Do you have a better idea?" Neal challenged him.
Peter groaned.
"Pick me up, Neal," he grumbled unhappily.
~*~
Neal felt out of place in the Baby'r'us store, even with a young child in his arms.
"New parent?" a voice inquired.
Neal turned to face the speaker, a woman dressed in the uniform of the store's employees.
"Yeah," he admitted, "how'd you know?"
"We get them all the time," the woman explained, "I'd be happy to help you. What do you need?"
"Well, first, I need a car seat," Neal replied.
"How much does he weigh?" the woman asked.
"Uh…"
She chuckled.
"I take it your wife doesn't know you're shopping," she remarked.
"Actually, I'm not married," Neal admitted, "and Peter here was placed in my care without any warning, and without any of his things."
"I see," the woman remarked, "well, then, come with me, we've got a scale you can use to find out his weight."(1)
Two hours later, once they had gotten everything the woman insisted that Neal needed to take care of Peter, they were heading out to the Taurus to install the car seat.
"I can't read these instructions," Peter grumbled.
Neal snorted.
"I'm sure you weren't reading when you really were four years old, Peter," he observed.
Peter handed the instructions to Neal with a scowl.
"These instructions are worse than the ones that come with Ikea products," the CI observed, "no wonder you couldn't read them."
"Do you need help?"
It was the woman from the store again.
"Actually, yes, I do," Neal acknowledged.
1. I have never been inside one of these stores, but a scale does seem like something that they should have.
3. Lunchtime
Neal parked the Taurus next to June's Jag.
"Looks like June's home," he remarked.
"How are you going to explain me?" Peter asked.
"It'd be easiest to just tell the truth," Neal admitted, "besides, she's an experienced parent."
"You are NOT getting rid of me that easily, Neal," Peter growled, "let's get inside, I'm HUNGRY!"
~*~
Neal ended up carrying Peter inside, along with all of his new things. June came over to say hello to Neal shortly after he'd managed to get everything up to his apartment.
"What trouble did you get Agent Burke into this time, Neal?" June inquired, before Neal could even begin to explain to her about Peter.
"Why do you think it's my fault?" the CI asked.
"Because more often than not, it is your fault," his landlady remarked, before striding over to Peter, who was busy drawing a masterpiece at the kitchen table.
"Hi, Miss June," Peter mumbled.
"Hi, Peter," June replied kindly, "have you had lunch yet?"
Peter shook his head.
"Would you like a sandwich?" June asked.
Peter nodded.
"Peanut butter and jelly?"
Peter shook his head.
"What kind of sandwich do you want then, young man?" June asked.
"I can't remember what it's called, but I want the sandwich I had yesterday," Peter mumbled in reply.
June looked over at Neal, a questioning look in her eyes.
"We went to Subway's for lunch yesterday," Neal replied, "and Peter had an Italian BMT."(1)
June turned back to Peter.
"Is that what you want?" she asked him.
"Can we go to Subway's?" Peter begged, his voice just a whisper.
"Neal, why don't you take him to Subway's," June suggested, "I'll take care of his things."
1. Because Subway's doesn't have deviled ham.
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Driving to the nearest shopping mall was a nerve-wracking experience for Neal, to say the least. Peter needed a car seat, but the CI had been unable to obtain the use of one for the trip to the mall (let alone for the rest of the time that the agent would be a child). Neal had driven the Taurus with excessive care, terrified that they would get into an accident.
Fortunately, they made it safely to the shopping mall. Neal insisted on carrying Peter around in his arms, worried that the pint-sized agent would get lost or kidnapped (they still didn't know who had drugged Peter in the first place, after all). Peter was not happy with this arrangement.
"Do you have a better idea?" Neal challenged him.
Peter groaned.
"Pick me up, Neal," he grumbled unhappily.
~*~
Neal felt out of place in the Baby'r'us store, even with a young child in his arms.
"New parent?" a voice inquired.
Neal turned to face the speaker, a woman dressed in the uniform of the store's employees.
"Yeah," he admitted, "how'd you know?"
"We get them all the time," the woman explained, "I'd be happy to help you. What do you need?"
"Well, first, I need a car seat," Neal replied.
"How much does he weigh?" the woman asked.
"Uh…"
She chuckled.
"I take it your wife doesn't know you're shopping," she remarked.
"Actually, I'm not married," Neal admitted, "and Peter here was placed in my care without any warning, and without any of his things."
"I see," the woman remarked, "well, then, come with me, we've got a scale you can use to find out his weight."(1)
Two hours later, once they had gotten everything the woman insisted that Neal needed to take care of Peter, they were heading out to the Taurus to install the car seat.
"I can't read these instructions," Peter grumbled.
Neal snorted.
"I'm sure you weren't reading when you really were four years old, Peter," he observed.
Peter handed the instructions to Neal with a scowl.
"These instructions are worse than the ones that come with Ikea products," the CI observed, "no wonder you couldn't read them."
"Do you need help?"
It was the woman from the store again.
"Actually, yes, I do," Neal acknowledged.
1. I have never been inside one of these stores, but a scale does seem like something that they should have.
3. Lunchtime
Neal parked the Taurus next to June's Jag.
"Looks like June's home," he remarked.
"How are you going to explain me?" Peter asked.
"It'd be easiest to just tell the truth," Neal admitted, "besides, she's an experienced parent."
"You are NOT getting rid of me that easily, Neal," Peter growled, "let's get inside, I'm HUNGRY!"
~*~
Neal ended up carrying Peter inside, along with all of his new things. June came over to say hello to Neal shortly after he'd managed to get everything up to his apartment.
"What trouble did you get Agent Burke into this time, Neal?" June inquired, before Neal could even begin to explain to her about Peter.
"Why do you think it's my fault?" the CI asked.
"Because more often than not, it is your fault," his landlady remarked, before striding over to Peter, who was busy drawing a masterpiece at the kitchen table.
"Hi, Miss June," Peter mumbled.
"Hi, Peter," June replied kindly, "have you had lunch yet?"
Peter shook his head.
"Would you like a sandwich?" June asked.
Peter nodded.
"Peanut butter and jelly?"
Peter shook his head.
"What kind of sandwich do you want then, young man?" June asked.
"I can't remember what it's called, but I want the sandwich I had yesterday," Peter mumbled in reply.
June looked over at Neal, a questioning look in her eyes.
"We went to Subway's for lunch yesterday," Neal replied, "and Peter had an Italian BMT."(1)
June turned back to Peter.
"Is that what you want?" she asked him.
"Can we go to Subway's?" Peter begged, his voice just a whisper.
"Neal, why don't you take him to Subway's," June suggested, "I'll take care of his things."
1. Because Subway's doesn't have deviled ham.
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