If any Covert Affairs peopleses are reading this, I want to say I'm sorry for not updating. I haven't had internet access, and won't after today. And the next chapter isn't quite done yet.
This oneshot/drabble is a bit weird, probably because it is based off a dream I had last night. But I thought it might be...diverting...to some. So I uploaded it. Hope you like it!
Neal Caffrey thought he heard a sound behind him, and looked over his shoulder, but only saw the blank marble wall, oddly empty in the crowded outdoor piazza. His blue eyes flicked around the area quickly, checking for anything he might have missed, but he saw nothing. Heard nothing. Felt nothing. And he could not move from his place. Apparently it was important to whatever insane case had brought him and Peter there, to Venice, Italy. He turned back around to face the front, watching a dark, curly haired boy holding hands with a girl with a braid down to her waist. He remembered when that was him, and smiled wryly.
Behind one of the columns the young FBI agent stood next to, an odd man in a strange beaked mask and black trench coat lurked, hiding from the view of all the people in the square. He ducked around the other side in time to see the young pair grab hands and begin to walk away. A lone tear slipped down his cheek, and he ran down the alleys that crisscrossed the city, finding refuge in an old abandoned movie theater he once called a second home.
That (as short as it was) automatically decided to take its own, more depressing, turn. In my dream, it was more mischievous, but not so here. Oh well. Please review!
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