Two Choices
Author's note: well, I am failing at my promise to myself not to right an aftermath to a finale, but at this point, I really don't care, because it's Jeff Eastin's fault for giving us horrible cliffhangers. Now, I have complete faith in Neal, and I don't believe he stole the stuff so don't read this if you want him to be evil.
Warning: a lot of spoilers, so if you haven't seen all the episodes, you probably shouldn't read this
Disclaimer: If I owned White Collar, I would not torture my viewers with cliffhangers and incredibly long half-season breaks, but obviously that happens, so that means I don't own it.
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Neal stood in the middle of all the priceless treasure and smiled to himself. This was amazing. An anonymous letter leads him to one of the greatest collections of art and jewels in the world. It seemed too good to be true. Then reality came crashing down onto him. It was too good to be true. He thought back to the postcards with chess moves Keller had sent him. Anonymous notes usually got him in trouble.
Neal realized he had two options here. One, call Moz. They could take this priceless treasure, and run. They would be set for life; he could meet up with Alex. He would be content.
Or, option two. He could call Peter; turn over the ships contents. He would continue working with the FBI. Moz would mock him, but he knew the short man was starting to consider Peter, El, and even Jones as friends. He could be with Sara, with whom he was starting to have real feelings for. He hadn't felt that way since the plane exploded. He could be happy.
Eight years ago, he would have taken option one in a heartbeat; that treasure was a conman's dream. But now… Now, his best friend was an FBI agent, for once he didn't hate his coworkers, he enjoyed getting to know the agents and El. And… he was falling in love with a white collar bounty hunter.
Peter's voice rang in his head, You can either be a con or a man; you can't be both. This decision would decide which he was. He wanted to be a man, he really did, but he had been a con for as long as he could remember. He didn't know how to do anything else. He looked at the treasure and pulled out his phone. He hit speed dial 1. The phone rang seven times before the man finally answered.
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Author's note: Okay, maybe I lied when I said I wouldn't have evil cliffhangers, but I won't make you wait months! The more reviews I get, the faster I write! (hint hint)
