I own nothing- and this is the longer version of what I have posted on Wattpad. Here is 'White Collar: The FBI and Halloween.'
•*White*•*Collar*•
"Where is he?" Asked Peter, looking out the window with a small hint of a smile.
Diana sighed, shaking her head in disbelief before replying.
"Last time I checked? At the office doing insurence fraud cases and bored as hell doing them. I think he'd have liked it if you had brought him out here to do the arrest with you and it would've helped if you hadn't have told him you were 'going out to help Elizabeth with something'"Answered Diana, now looking out the window too.
Peter's eyes travelled down to the floor and he could feel his cheeks heat up, "It's Halloween tomorrow."
Diana rose her eyebrow and turned to him with a skeptical look, "What about it?"
Gulping, Peter sighed and gave up, turning and looking her straight in the eyes as he spoke.
"El and I have chosen to have a Halloween party..." and after a second or so, Peter added on, "It's a costume party."
Diana just stared at him for a second, a hint of a smile on her amused face. Then she burst out laughing and put her hand up, almost shoving it in his face.
"I-I'm Sorry, but...but you're having a costume party, what's Neal got to do with that?" She tried stifling her laughter, but it barely worked.
Peter just stared back at her. Diana wasn't sure if he was looking disappointed, slightly amused, or maybe both.
However, after a moment of silence, Diana's eyes widened in recognition and her mouth turned into a small 'o'.
"Is he invited? - Wait, scratch that. Who's invited?" Diana asked.
"Of course he's invited. You all are. Well, pretty much my whole team, including Hughes," Peter responded with a sigh before continuing on in an amused tone, "But I don't want Neal knowing now, because then he'll dress up as a typical robber or someone boring in a suit, saying he's an FBI agent. So, El an I have bought him a costume on our own, and he'll have to wear it for the party."
In all seriousness, Diana blinked, "I get what your doing, humiliating your CI and making him a funny character for the laughs. But isn't that just a bit...harsh?" She asked.
Peter shook his head, "No that's not what it is. It's not that he needs to be humiliated to reform, it's that he shouldn't dress up as something he knows is wrong. A felon is the one thing that lots of people dress up as for Halloween, I'd rather he not do that. It will just push him more over the edge to go for being a criminal and not a reformed man."
Diana nodded in recognition, looking back down at the ground, "Well then, I'll have to get myself a costume and I'll see you there...what time?"
"6:30 PM," Peter said, patting her shoulder as he walked past, "See you then, Diana."
•*White*•*Collar*•
Neal threw his ball up, watching it soar up into the air and then fall down with full gravity weighing down on it. He sighed, huffing and throwing his ball up again.
By the time he was starting to doze off in the van, the door opened and Peter stepped in with a paper bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other, holding two coffees.
Peter put the bag down and sat beside Neal in his own chair, handing his CI one of the coffees.
"Aw, Peter I didn't get you anything." Neal grinned at the bag as he took his coffee, letting it cool.
Peter turned and to Neal's confusion, he grinned back. Neal's smile faltered, eyeing Peter's face with suspicion.
"What'd you do Peter?" Neal said, glancing down at the bag.
Peter took the bag and shoved it into Neal's lap, letting Neal look into the paper bag. Neal leant down and put his coffee on the table, looking inside the bag and reaching inside. His hand felt something soft and furry, and soon enough, he saw it. Neal's eyes widened in shock.
"Please tell me this outfit is for Satchmo." He instantly asked, eyes darting up to look at his handler.
Peter shook his head. "Nope, this year Satchmo is going for corn." Then he grinned at Neal again, "You, sadly are not."
•*White*•*Collar*•
"I look like a bunny that got run over by a police car." Neal deadpanned, looking at himself in the mirror beside Mozzie.
The costume consisted of a chocolate brown furry coat, black in some spots, a police uniform around it with FBI stamped on the back. The costume also included a small snout with a headband and ears to put on. Basically, he was a Police Dog, German Shepherd. The con also had on his anklet, which was currently on the outside of his costume.
"I believe what you mean is you look like a dog that was hit by a police car that is more pronounced as F.B.I." Mozzie replied with a scowl.
"Come on, let's go." He mumbled. This was definitely going to ruin his status in the FBI, more than it already was.
•*White*•*Collar*•
Stepping into the huge area, Neal could feel eyes on him and he glared at Peter, a silent plea to 'get me the crap out of this costume', but Peter had none of it and just walked up to him with two beers.
"Come on, sour-pussy cat- Wait. Let me correct myself. Come on, whiney-canine, enjoy yourself. After all, this is a costume party. Everyone's dressed up." Peter put his hand on his CI's shoulder and smiled, handing him a beer.
Just then, Neal noticed what Peter was wearing. He wasn't an FBI agent tonight. He had on a hat that had horns off either side. A fur vest, fake axe in hand and armor placed in different spots on himself. He was a Viking.
Turning around, Neal saw Mozzie hovering outside the door with an amused smirk. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a sombrero and a fake guitar was slung on his back.
There were about, in all, sixty agents, thirty citizens, and then Peter, Elizabeth, Jones, Mozzie, Neal, and Diana. Hughes also was in the huge party warehouse. The party took place in a large warehouse, silver and rented by Peter and Elizabeth. It had a stage and it was beautifully decorated with streamers and spotlights. There was no band or anything like that. But it seemed like Elizabeth had created some kind of a costume contest.
Neal blinked at the beer in his hand and then gave Peter a incredulous look.
"I can't believe you made me wear this." Neal sighed, taking his fake snout and moving it a bit up in his face, making it look like a really weird protruding, furry nose.
"If I hadn't, you would be dressed up as a burglar and that's the exact thing I don't want you being, besides, it's more fun this way." Replied Peter with raised eyebrows and a smirk.
Neal cringed, inwardly, at all of their costumes, it felt wrong...and when he looked at Peter beside him, he knew instantly that Peter felt the same.
Earlier, they had grabbed a case that had been quite interesting. The criminal had forged seven antique, large, porcelain horses. They were about the size of regular stallions. The FBI did identify him, as Daniel Ray Olsen. He was currently missing and Peter's main objective to host this party was to have him come tonight.
Music could be heard from around the group of FBI Agents and the CI, Mozzie included. The song, 'The Monster Smash' came on through the speakers and people started whooping as if they actually liked the song. Neal, obviously bored, groaned at hearing the song start.
Peter nudged his arm with his beer bottle playfully, smiling at the ex-con with a smart gaze. He knew Neal hated being here, and he's doing this to him anyways.
"Pe-"
Peter's gaze wasn't on him anymore. It was on the stage. The dimly lit, high stage. His eyes were wide, lips pursed together like he was ready for a fight.
Neal followed his gaze and his eyes widened, it was the forger. Daniel was up on stage, and he was acting as if he was never even a criminal. Mingling and dancing to his hearts content.
Neal turned and looked at Peter with an anxious 'I'm going after him' followed by an apologetic look, then bolted off through the crowd of FBI agents. Peter cursed under his breath and went after his impulsive CI, pushing his way through the people, who seemed to pay no attention whatsoever of what was going on.
Neal reached the stage and almost leaped up the stairs, going two steps at a time. It took Peter a second, but he caught up with Neal and stood slightly ahead of him, ready to take action if needed.
Daniel turned and saw them. He gave them a smirk and a smile, showing he knew exactly what was happening.
Peter reached behind his back and grabbed his gun, readily turning the safety off and bringing it silently to his side. Neal stood, hands curled into fists, but he made no move to attack.
Until Daniel did.
The criminal leaped forward with an impressive amount of grace and tackled Peter to the stage's hard floor. Grabbing the gun and throwing it off to the side where no one could grab it.
The other FBI Agents turned and, not having their own guns at the time, stood stock still, waiting to see if Peter could handle it. Some of the people kept dancing, talking, and singing, not paying attention to the new disastrous commotion. Peter yelped with pain as he was slammed hard into the floor unexpectedly. He glared at Daniel and pushed his hands hard into the other man's chest, forcing him to get up and off him. Or trying too, at least.
Neal rushed forward and was about to grab the other criminal, but he was grabbed from behind and, he too, was slammed face first into the floor. He grunted before rolling over and letting his elbow slam into the masked man behind him. Finally, Neal stood up like a boxer that was down and had the confidence to bounce back up, ready for another round.
Fists raised, Peter threw a punch into Daniel's face and rolled him off, quickly coming to stand up with fists raised and a sneer on his face.
"I'd rather do this the easy way." Spoke Peter with narrowed eyes. He glanced up, seeing his junior agent, Diana, rushing up the stairs with hand cuffs and a gun of her own.
"I'd rather no-" Dan began but before you could finish his sentence, Diana was on top of him in an instant, hand behind his back and her hand on his head to keep him down.
The man before Neal instantly cowered, the mask he wore still on his face. It made him look creepily happy. His boss was down, now he was about to be.
It took about five minutes for both Dan and his friend to be in hand cuffs and Peter and Neal standing beside them, hands holding them steady.
That's, as Peter described it, was how that memorable Halloween had ended, a Viking and a Police Dog standing up on stage with two hand cuffed suspects.
And they both were smiling.