authors note: I am terrible at updating so I am sorry for the wait between chapters in advance. To prevent it being to long as of right now there will only be a few chapters. This is the stuff we didn't see during out of the box. Rated T just in case
disclaimer: I do not own White Collar but I wish I did because it is amazing
Kate's POV
Walking through the streets of Manhattan is a calming part of daily life for millions of people, but when I do it I feel trapped.
Eyes are constantly following me. It may seem paranoid to say but I actually have people staring at me.
For the past 6 months I have been followed by agents working for the FBI. Actually, they're agents sent by Fowler, but for all intents and purposes they mean the same thing. Every time I touch a phone they are there to keep me from calling my boyfriend. Every time I go near his house they are there to stop me.
I was able to call a few times, but only for a few seconds here or there before they figured out I was calling him.
When Fowler first told me he wanted my help to get the music box I did everything he told me. I told Neal I was leaving him like Fowler had said. All that achieved was that Neal ended up working for the man that had put him in jail.
Eventually, I told Fowler to go to hell. A week later he brought me a DVD of Neal being arrested in the FBI headquarters. Apparently, he had a mini camera on his jacket just so I could see the show. Neal got let off the hook, but Fowler keeps that threat held high over my head. Get the music box from Neal, or he will rot in prison for the rest of his life.
The only problem is that I can't tell Neal why I need it, and he won't tell me where he is keeping it. The fool wants to save me himself. I guess that part of his nature is why I fell in love with him in the first place, but he doesn't understand—he can't save me without that music box.
Suddenly, my emergency phone buzzes in my pocket. Only one person calls that number.
"What do you want Fowler?" I asked with as much contempt as I could muster.
"To give you your new identity. That was the deal, wasn't it?" he replied.
"Wait. What do you mean?" I asked not wanting to let the flame of hope that had just exploded in my chest seep through into my voice.
"I mean you're free to go. Your boyfriend came through. Your new identity will be under the placemat of your hotel room. Neal has got the same package and will meet you at the hanger in 1 hour." After he hangs up I stare at the phone in shock.
It's over—no more lying to Neal. I can tell him everything; how much I love him, and how much I have missed him. I only hope he will understand.
I hear Peter's voice in my head. "Did you ever love him?" Of course I did! Everything I had done had been for Neal, but would he know that? I know Peter thinks I don't love Neal, but would he tell Neal that? And more importantly: Would Neal believe him? I don't think I could survive Neal telling me he didn't want me anymore.
I can't just stand here worrying about what might happen. Qua sera sera, right? Before long I'm standing in front of the hotel room that has been mine for the past 6 months. Hands shaking, I open the envelope—this was it. I smirk as I walk away towards the airport. I am completely free.
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