Bonjour all! I hope you are having a great week. I am stuck at home with the flu, so I decided to write this story, because I have been watching White Collar re-runs, and thought that if Neal had kids, they would be so freaking adorable. I mean, come on, right? Anyways, I do not own White Collar, or anything else that has a patent and is mentioned in this. This is my first White Collar fanfic, so go easy please. Thanks!
There may be a little ooc ness
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Neal waltzed into the Bureau office, with his usual air of confidence. He took a seat at his consultant's desk, and twirled a rubber band around his index finger. Peter looked at him and sighed. He walked over to his desk to address him about their latest case.
"Neal. We got a home invasion shooting." Peter said wearily. He had spent the previous evening holding Elizabeth's hair as she puked.
"Whoa, Peter. You look horrible. What did you do?" Neal said, slightly smirking.
"Elizabeth was throwing up last night. I held her hair."
"Is she alright?" His deep blue eyes filling with concern. The former con-turned-FBI-agent had a soft spot for Elizabeth.
"Yeah, she thinks that she ate something bad. I think she threw up every hour. I did not even know that people could do that." He rubbed his forehead.
"Your a good man, Peter. So you were saying?" Neal prompted.
"Home invasion shooting. Both homeowners were killed. No witnesses, but these homeowners were wealthy, with lots of paintings and such in their home. We want you to tag along and check it out."
"Will the bodies still be there?" He hated those.
"Probably, but the local coroner will be there around the same time as us to pick them up to autopsy."
"Alright, Let's Go." He grabbed his hat.
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Peter and Neal walked into the large 4 story creme mansion. Its halls were filled with gorgeous paintings, and pictures of the family that lived within the houses' walls. Peter walked by without a passing glance, and quickly put on a pair of latex gloves, and went to work surveying the scene. The two bodies were resting on the floor, covered with white sheets. He peeked under them, noting the various bullet wounds on each person.
Neal, on the other hand, was looking at the paintings, and other odds and ends. He walked around the room, carefully avoiding the sheet wrapped bodies. He examined everything, looking for secret compartments and such. He sighed in frustration when he found nothing.
He walked over to a creme coloured couch and peered under it. His eyes widened when he saw what was under it.
"Uh, Peter? Could you come here for a second? I think we found what we are looking for." He whispered. He carefully removed the blanket wrapped thing and examined the necklace that was positioned on the neck.
"Neal?" Peter's surprised sound woke up the tiny child.
The baby opened it's startling electric blue eyes, and let out a huge cry.