Neal/Angela - Any Way the Wind Blows
Fandom: White Collar/Bones
Title: Any Way the Wind Blows
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Neal Caffrey/Angela Montenegro, Peter Burke, Seeley Booth, Jack Hodgins
tamingthemuse Prompt: Tuvalu
Content Warning: Spoilers through 519: The Rocker in the Rinse Cycle
Summary: Angela runs into someone she never expected to see.
Author’s Note: Written for alison_sky who gave me Neal/Angela -> Gravel for this meme, and it sort of exploded. Not related to the previous Neal/Angela piece I wrote.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to FOX and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Neal Caffrey.”
To be honest, he was the last person in the world she had expected to see walking into an FBI funded building. Neal Caffrey was a known forger and art thief and really had no place standing in the middle of the Jeffersonian. Neal glanced her way and gave her a small grin.
“Angela Montenegro. Now there’s a face I never expected to see.”
“Same could be said for you Mister Supposed to be Sitting in Federal Prison.” She jogged across the forensic platform and wrapped him in a hug regardless. Neal-Neal was an interesting part of her past that she didn’t talk about all that much because it wasn’t something she was all that proud of, but it didn’t mean it was any less a part of her life. Neal returned the hug just as well, keeping her close at least until Booth’s voice came from behind them.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa-why is Angela hugging the art thief?”
Angela pulled back to see Booth standing there with another man she didn’t recognize. “I’m an artist, Booth. Even forgers are artists.” She smirked a bit before glancing back at Neal. “Neal’s an old friend.”
“Angela and I did some traveling once together,” Neal replied. “We go way back.”
“Well-that was not what I was expecting,” the other man commented. He moved closer and extended his hand to her. “Special Agent Peter Burke.”
“Angela Montenegro,” she replied as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I take it you’re why Neal isn’t in prison?”
“Neal is doing a work release program,” Peter explained. “He helps us out on white collar cases in order to finish out the rest of sentence.”
“A con man gone straight,” Angela smirked. “A sad sight to see.”
“I promise, Angie, I have not gone as straight as you think,” Neal teased, along with a smile that quickly sobered after the questioning looks from Peter and Booth. Angela shook her head with a laugh, before giving his hand a squeeze.
“Maybe we can have dinner later? Catch up?”
“I’d like that. If Peter will let me off the leash.”
Peter snorted. “You’re not going to help him rob the National Gallery, are you?”
Angela shook her head. “Just dinner. Scout’s honor.”
“Then that’s fine,” he smirked. “Have fun. Can we go look at the forged art now?”
“Please,” Neal grinned as turning to face Angela as he walked away. “Lead the way.”
Angela grinned back at him as he walked, and stayed where she was long enough for Hodgins to come up behind her. “Who is that?”
“Neal Caffrey,” she said with a sigh. “I had a thing for bad boys of all shapes and sizes.”
“Uh-huh,” Hodgins replied, rolling his eyes. “The rat pack called. They want their look back.”
Angela rolled her eyes right back and gave him a gave him a gentle shove. “Go play with your dirt.”
“It’s not dirt!”
“Dirt, gravel-take your pick.”
***
“So when was the last time I saw you?” Angela shifted forward, leaning on her elbows as she sat across the table from Neal at dinner.
“Tuvalu,” he replied with a slow smile. “When you left me stranded in a hotel room with no notice at all.”
She cringed. “Yeah-sorry about that. I was a little impulsive back then.”
“Just a little?” he said raising an eyebrow. “I think you were a little more than a little impulsive. You’re the kind of girl who just moved however the wind blows. It was one of the things I loved about you.”
“Well, you wouldn’t believe where the wind blew me on that trip,” she said with a sigh, looking down at the menu sheepishly. She could see the way he was looking at her, and when she looked up she tried to play it off. “What?”
“You’re going to open with that and not say anything.”
“Well, I said you wouldn’t believe me … ”
“Angie.”
“I might have gotten … married.”
“Married?” Neal gave her a wide-eyed look. “You got married in Fiji?”
“To a guy named Grayson Barasa,” she sighed. “I was very drunk, and I didn’t even know it was legal until about a year and a half ago, when I was trying to get married to someone else, and the state department wouldn’t put our marriage license through.”
“So are you still married, or-”
“Single,” she said with a nod. “I got divorced from Grayson, and then the guy I was going to marry-it didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, reaching over and placing a hand over hers. “But not that sorry, because that means I can still flirt with you and not worry about getting beaten up by your husband.”
She laughed, before turning her hand over to give his a squeeze. “It really is good to see you, Neal.”
He squeezed her hand back before nodding. “Good to see you too, Angie.”
Title: Any Way the Wind Blows
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Neal Caffrey/Angela Montenegro, Peter Burke, Seeley Booth, Jack Hodgins
tamingthemuse Prompt: Tuvalu
Content Warning: Spoilers through 519: The Rocker in the Rinse Cycle
Summary: Angela runs into someone she never expected to see.
Author’s Note: Written for alison_sky who gave me Neal/Angela -> Gravel for this meme, and it sort of exploded. Not related to the previous Neal/Angela piece I wrote.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to FOX and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Neal Caffrey.”
To be honest, he was the last person in the world she had expected to see walking into an FBI funded building. Neal Caffrey was a known forger and art thief and really had no place standing in the middle of the Jeffersonian. Neal glanced her way and gave her a small grin.
“Angela Montenegro. Now there’s a face I never expected to see.”
“Same could be said for you Mister Supposed to be Sitting in Federal Prison.” She jogged across the forensic platform and wrapped him in a hug regardless. Neal-Neal was an interesting part of her past that she didn’t talk about all that much because it wasn’t something she was all that proud of, but it didn’t mean it was any less a part of her life. Neal returned the hug just as well, keeping her close at least until Booth’s voice came from behind them.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa-why is Angela hugging the art thief?”
Angela pulled back to see Booth standing there with another man she didn’t recognize. “I’m an artist, Booth. Even forgers are artists.” She smirked a bit before glancing back at Neal. “Neal’s an old friend.”
“Angela and I did some traveling once together,” Neal replied. “We go way back.”
“Well-that was not what I was expecting,” the other man commented. He moved closer and extended his hand to her. “Special Agent Peter Burke.”
“Angela Montenegro,” she replied as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I take it you’re why Neal isn’t in prison?”
“Neal is doing a work release program,” Peter explained. “He helps us out on white collar cases in order to finish out the rest of sentence.”
“A con man gone straight,” Angela smirked. “A sad sight to see.”
“I promise, Angie, I have not gone as straight as you think,” Neal teased, along with a smile that quickly sobered after the questioning looks from Peter and Booth. Angela shook her head with a laugh, before giving his hand a squeeze.
“Maybe we can have dinner later? Catch up?”
“I’d like that. If Peter will let me off the leash.”
Peter snorted. “You’re not going to help him rob the National Gallery, are you?”
Angela shook her head. “Just dinner. Scout’s honor.”
“Then that’s fine,” he smirked. “Have fun. Can we go look at the forged art now?”
“Please,” Neal grinned as turning to face Angela as he walked away. “Lead the way.”
Angela grinned back at him as he walked, and stayed where she was long enough for Hodgins to come up behind her. “Who is that?”
“Neal Caffrey,” she said with a sigh. “I had a thing for bad boys of all shapes and sizes.”
“Uh-huh,” Hodgins replied, rolling his eyes. “The rat pack called. They want their look back.”
Angela rolled her eyes right back and gave him a gave him a gentle shove. “Go play with your dirt.”
“It’s not dirt!”
“Dirt, gravel-take your pick.”
***
“So when was the last time I saw you?” Angela shifted forward, leaning on her elbows as she sat across the table from Neal at dinner.
“Tuvalu,” he replied with a slow smile. “When you left me stranded in a hotel room with no notice at all.”
She cringed. “Yeah-sorry about that. I was a little impulsive back then.”
“Just a little?” he said raising an eyebrow. “I think you were a little more than a little impulsive. You’re the kind of girl who just moved however the wind blows. It was one of the things I loved about you.”
“Well, you wouldn’t believe where the wind blew me on that trip,” she said with a sigh, looking down at the menu sheepishly. She could see the way he was looking at her, and when she looked up she tried to play it off. “What?”
“You’re going to open with that and not say anything.”
“Well, I said you wouldn’t believe me … ”
“Angie.”
“I might have gotten … married.”
“Married?” Neal gave her a wide-eyed look. “You got married in Fiji?”
“To a guy named Grayson Barasa,” she sighed. “I was very drunk, and I didn’t even know it was legal until about a year and a half ago, when I was trying to get married to someone else, and the state department wouldn’t put our marriage license through.”
“So are you still married, or-”
“Single,” she said with a nod. “I got divorced from Grayson, and then the guy I was going to marry-it didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, reaching over and placing a hand over hers. “But not that sorry, because that means I can still flirt with you and not worry about getting beaten up by your husband.”
She laughed, before turning her hand over to give his a squeeze. “It really is good to see you, Neal.”
He squeezed her hand back before nodding. “Good to see you too, Angie.”