Voicemail

[charming_thief]

Hi, you've reached Neal Caffrey. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I'll make sure to get back to you. Yes, Peter, even you.

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Mr. Caffrey." A nervous, very young male voice. "Guess who?"

[charming_thief]

Well, while Neal could think of any number of guys who would call him and sound nervous about it, he only knew one person -- not male -- who knew his cell phone number and would call him Mr. Caffrey.

"...Kenzi?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"You're quick. That's good 'cause I don't get a lot of time on this," Kenzi said rapidly. "Sam and me are at the Baltimore City jail, and they're considering charges but they can't make up their minds, because it's kind of a mess and we told them we were drunk and didn't have I.D.'s to prove who we were, so. Um. Could you come get us? Be a responsible adult-type?"

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease might work better from girl-Kenzi, but she was still tempted.

[charming_thief]

With a half-amused little grin, Neal looked up from what he was doing -- which was totally not illegal, thanks -- and pocketed his keys.

"I'll be there in a bit," he promised, and headed for the door. "Oh, and if the guard on duty has a weird little goatee? Say hey from me."

Neal had maybe been in there himself. Once. Maybe.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"...will do!" Kenzi had a minute to try and process that, then she had to hang up and say, "My representation is on the way." While looking around for Goatee Guy.