This is my second-ever fan fiction. I hope you all enjoy :)
Chapter 1: Followed
Neal rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his paint stained hands and glanced over at the window. Bright streams of orange and pink sunlight seeped through the small, accidental holes in the curtains. He had lost track of time; it was morning. He stood up and stretched his stiff shoulders and legs. Yawning, he stepped back and took a look at the finished product. It was beautiful. His first re-creation of Van Gough's "Starry Night". He felt as though it related to him in a personal way. The dark abyss of night behind splashes of yellow, blue, and orange. It inspired him. No matter how dark his life got, bright hues of creativity and light would remain with him as long as he kept his passion for art alive. A smile curved over his face. This is what he was born to do.
He heard a knock at the door, and glanced over at the clock; 6:30am. Who in the world was knocking at this hour? "Coming!" He yelled. He pulled on a white tank top and walked briskly to the door. He opened it only to find Mozzie staring at him. "What are you doing here so early Mozz?" He was confused.
Mozzie let himself in and brushed Neal's shoulder as he passed. "I think the better question is, what did you do to have an undercover Fed waiting for you outside the house?"
Neal closed the door and glanced over at Mozzie. "What? I didn't do anything. Who was it?"
"I don't know Neal, I've never seen him before. You must've done something pretty dumb though. He's huge! And he took off right when I got here." Mossy smirked, helping himself to a glass of wine.
"Seriously Moz?" Neal grabbed the glass out of his little friend's hand before he could pour the drink. "It's not even 7:00. What's wrong with you?"
Mozzie reluctantly gave up the glass. "I'm just stressed out. I don't like the feeling of being watched."
"Well I don't like the feeling of paying to replace empty wine bottles that I never got to drink from." Neal took a seat across from Mozzie at the table and searched his mind for anyone he knew from the office that could fit Mozzie's description. Honestly, he couldn't think of one person large enough to be described as "huge". I guess that's why they all carry guns, He thought. Wait…Peter wouldn't send someone to watch me if they've never worked with me before. He knows better than that. He must not be a fed after all…"Mozz, I'm being followed." Neal said, worry in his voice.
"Yeah Neal, we've already been through this part." Mozzy looked at his friend with sarcastic eyes, adjusting his glasses with an index finger.
"No, Moz." Neal said, annoyed. "Not by a fed; by someone else!"
The remainder of the morning consisted of the two conmen attempting to pinpoint exactly who would have a reason to follow Neal. Their minds remained blank canvases, and they gave up just in time for Neal to prepare for work that day.
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Neal strode into the office with his usual charming smile and snazzy suit. He tipped off his hat and placed it on his desk as Peter walked toward him.
"Morning, Neal. Coffee's ready." Peter stopped. Neal had a strange look about him today. He had seen this look on Neal's face before. Something wasn't right. "You okay? What's going on?"
"Wow Peter, you're getting pretty good at reading me. Guess I'm gonna have to switch my facial expressions on you again." Peter raised his eyebrows. Picking up on the fact that he wasn't in the mood to be playing games, he decided to cut right to the chase. "I'm being followed. I don't know who he is or what he's trying to get at, but he knows where I live. He was sitting outside of June's house this morning." Neal walked over to the break area and poured himself a cup of coffee. Peter followed.
"Well, until you get solid proof, there really isn't anything I can do to help. I'll get you a camera to plant outside the house tonight. Deal?" Peter smiled as Neal nodded thankfully. "Nobody follows my CI but me."
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Neal slowly climbed the stairs toward his room. He was so tired. The day had gone longer than expected, and he couldn't wait to sleep. He put the key in his door, only to find that it was unlocked already. He cautiously turned the knob and pushed the door open. Come on Mozz. The one time you forget to lock the door is the day I find out someone's following me. You must really want that bottle of wine. He took one step into his room, felt a powerful thump on the back of his head, and everything went black.
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