Fic: No Sleep 'til Brooklyn

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Title: No Sleep ‘til Brooklyn
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter gen
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2,500
Summary: Neal’s on the run, with Special Agent Peter Burke hot on his trail. Or so he thinks...

A/N: OK, the title is a tribute… it’s not my most relevant title, but there is sleeping in Brooklyn, so… Rest in peace, MCA, you will be sorely missed.

Fill for this prompt by azertynin on the Head Injury Jamboree, currently going on over at whitecollarhc. Occurs some time post-anklet.


Burke strolled over, poured a cup of water, and dumped a straw in it. “You feelin’ OK? Nauseous?” he said, handing Neal the cup.

“A little,” Neal answered, sipping at the water carefully.

“A little OK, or a little nauseous?”

“Both?” And he wasn’t lying; Peter Burke’s being here could only mean one thing – his goose was cooked and he was finally caught. He briefly imagined himself in prison orange and thought he might puke.