Hey everyone! This is my first White Collar fic! Wahoo! Recently fell in love with White Collar, and decided to dabble in writing a fic for it! I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from White Collar. None what so ever, no likeness or ever.. Sadly.. That right belongs to the shows amazing creator Jeff Eastin! J But I do own my OC's.
Summary: After a strangely easy Monet Theft, Neal finds himself kidnapped. Who kidnapped him? And why? And yes, there will def be Neal Whumpage. I mean, who doesn't love a good Neal whumpage story? J Set during the 2nd half of Season 2 Rated T, just to be safe, I mean this is a whumpage story after all lol!
Revenge
Chapter 1: Tripped
Neal Caffrey, con-man turned FBI consultant, sighed. He looked up at the stars, shining in the blackish night sky. He stared at them, thinking back to the stolen Monet case he and Peter had just finished. He couldn't understand how Burton thought that he was going to get away with it. His prints were all over the scene, and trying to fence the product not even 24 hours after he stole it was a dead giveaway. They had cornered his fence and she'd cut a deal, leading them straight to him.
Neal had been too busy, lost inside his own mind, to see the huge root sticking out. He tripped, falling face first onto the grass, a surprised gasp escaping his lips. He groaned, rolling over and sitting up. He looked at the root, silently cursing at himself for being so stupid, as his phone began buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out, not bothering to look at the caller id., and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Caffrey, where are you?" Came the reply.
"Inside my two mile radius, Peter." Neal replied, standing up.
"Actually, you're not." Neal looked down at the anklet on his left leg, silently cursing when he saw the normally green light, red. "Like I said, where are you?"
"Look, I was walking in the park when I…" He trailed off, not wanting to continue.
"When you what?" Peter pushed.
"Tripped over a root and fell, apparently, out of my radius." He explained, embarrassment evident in his tone.
"You tripped?" Peter asked, unable to hide his amusement. Neal sighed.
"Yes, I tripped." Peter laughed. "Laugh it up, Pe-" Neal cut off, something hard connecting with the back of his skull. He slumped to the ground, his vision blurring.
"Neal? Neal!" He could hear Peter yelling from his phone. He gazed upward, seeing a blurry figure grab him and hoist him to his feet. He tried to concentrate on seeing his attacker's face, when a fist came at him, hitting him square in the jaw and sending him into unconsciousness.
Authors Note: Sorry for the shortness! I promise to update soon! I hope you enjoyed the first chap! Please review and let me know what you thought! I'd love to know that ppl are reading!