*She watches when they bring him in, pounding against the bars of the cell and screaming curses at every demon in the room. Wolfram and Hart had a long memory apparently, and they weren't quick to forgive. She'd never seen anything so organized and it wasn't until Simon was pushed in with her that she stopped screaming, moving over to him and checking that he was all in one piece.* You're okay? You hurt? They hurt you?
{There had been a point, before Simon had been a Watcher, when this would have never been on his radar. But now that he was, he supposes being abducted by demons is simply part of the job description--he's simply glad that Jane and Reggie were on babysitting duty tonight and would hopefully follow steps 1-8 of the rules regarding neither Simon nor Faith checking in when it came to Micah's care.
He hit the side of the cell with a grunt and blinked open his eyes to see a worried Faith, who he reaches out to soothe} M'all right {He manages, and he is, mostly. Battered a bit, with a motley of assorted cuts and bruises, a gash above his eye still bleeding somewhat sluggishly} You? You're okay?
Re: Neal Caffrey || White CollarwantsthetruthMay 12 2012, 05:49:04 UTC
24: Bondage / 29: Sensory Deprivation
There was something dark about the thoughts Peter Burke had when he thought of Neal. Neal was something special to him. Over the few years they had been working together, he had the highest success rate in the FBI. He'd grown close to his partner and he knew now that he didn't want to picture his life without Neal in it. He'd even had a few conversations with El and come to an understanding. There was only one problem
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Neal was doing his best to be good, so to speak. Keeping out of trouble at work and so on. Though sometimes he still managed to... well, he managed to get under Peter's skin. He'd about been ready to change and sit back with a nice glass of wine when that door was knocked on. Raising a brow he moves over to answer it.
There Peter stood with a bag of who knew what. "Peter," he says with a smile. "Come on in."
"Neal." He eyed Neal up and down as he came into the room. He had a Cheshire cat like grin on his face. Approaching the table, he set the bag down and stripped off his jacket. He noted that Neal was still in his suit. Good, he thought to himself. "Thanks." He undid his tie, loosening it and then taking it off completely before setting it on the table. The shirt came next, undoing the top two buttons
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He hit the side of the cell with a grunt and blinked open his eyes to see a worried Faith, who he reaches out to soothe} M'all right {He manages, and he is, mostly. Battered a bit, with a motley of assorted cuts and bruises, a gash above his eye still bleeding somewhat sluggishly} You? You're okay?
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There was something dark about the thoughts Peter Burke had when he thought of Neal. Neal was something special to him. Over the few years they had been working together, he had the highest success rate in the FBI. He'd grown close to his partner and he knew now that he didn't want to picture his life without Neal in it. He'd even had a few conversations with El and come to an understanding. There was only one problem ( ... )
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There Peter stood with a bag of who knew what. "Peter," he says with a smile. "Come on in."
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