Captured
Note: I don't own White Collar. Or any characters expect maybe the criminals. Happens after the fifty season and before the sixth season.
Chapter 1
Several men sat around a table. Talking and laughing and playing poker. This looked like ordinary men having a good evening of talking and poker, but what they were talking about. A crime going after a painting. A Degas painting of two dancers in a private collection. The owner of the private collection was unimportant, however getting the painting was important. And the men only had one plan that would not work, for they needed a forager.
"How about Lazer?" Ask one of the men.
"He sucks at foraging Degas. We should get the best person," the leader said.
"You have a plan?" Another man asked.
"Yes, I want Neal Caffrey, He is the best forager."
"You are mad. He works for the FBI and won't do it for any amount of money," the first man laughs.
"Not if he does not know himself."
"What are you talking about?" someone asked.
"We give him amnesia. And we will have a forager for a long time plus he owes me."
Several Weeks later
The yellow taxi pulled up to the side walk where a blue eyed man stood waiting for the car. Other cars spread by, horns of those cars could be heard as well as people talking. It was just another ordinary day in New York and at the FBI. Peter Burke and Neal Caffrey had worked on and closed a bank fraud, which had been boring as hell.
Neal Caffrey, the blue eyed conman, was ready to go home. To have a nice glass of wine, if Mozzie had not drink all of his good wine yet, and maybe to do a little painting.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked as soon as Neal got into the taxi.
"Ummm," Neal said. He could not think straight. His vision blurred. What the-? Had he been drugged? He looked down at the coffee, he bought less than five minutes ago. He glanced up at the grinning taxi driver. His head seem to weight a million pounds and he could see black spots dancing in his vision.
Great, and I was hoping today would be a nice ordinary day, Neal thought before losing conscious.
The taxi pulled out into the traffic with the unconscious man in the back and no one the wiser. The driver smiling for their plan to was already working.
"Did you get him, Joe?" the leader asked moments later.
"Yeah, I did. He's in the back."
"What about the anklet?"
"Gone. Throw it into an open window of a car."
"Good, let's get him ready. I don't want him to wake him then try to escape."
Enjoy! Next chapter will be up as soon as I have some free time to write it.