Tomorrow
Author's note:This is my first story in a while, so please forgive me if my writing skills are a little rusty.
Warning: none that I can think of.
Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar or any of its lovely characters.
"Well, Neal," Peter said, "tomorrow your sentence is up; you'll be free to go."
"About that," Neal practically sighed, "do you think there's any chance I could keep working here?" While, he would not admit it at gunpoint, Peter had been hoping Neal would ask that. Unfortunately, Peter knew it was unlikely.
"Neal… convicted criminals can't become agents." Neal looked like he was having trouble deciding what to say next. Finally, he spit it out.
"What if I confess to something? Could I get this same deal?"
"Probably" Peter said, with a slight smile, as he handed Neal paper and pencil for a written confession. Neal sat staring at the paper for a while, looking like he was trying to remember something.
"What, can't think of anything that the statute of limitations hasn't run out on?" Peter asked, smiling while thinking that his work to keep Neal on the right side of the law had paid off.
"No," Neal said with a smile, "just trying to think of something you already know about, so I won't get a lecture about it."
Neal laughed as Peter's smile vanished.
Author's note: Pretty please, review? By the way, happy New Year, readers; 18 days until White Collar's back!