A/N hey so recently i've been hung up on white collar, and this story was inspired by a fan vid i saw on youtube, i do not, own the characters Neal Caffery, or Peter Burke, or any of the other white collar characters. this has been written for mine and everyone elses pleassure, with all tha being said, ENJOY. :D
realization
Gun fire rang out over the roofs of New York, the lightning over head illuminated, several men, one in a bloody white wife beater and jeans his old worn running shoes, splashing in the water, his black hair was plastered to his head from the rain that had ended a few minutes before, his blue eyes wide, his breathing coming in controlled gasps.
Several yards behind him six men raced after him two with guns out and firing. They wore black suits, and ear wires. They shouted at each other. Three men broke away from the group and sped up attempting to catch up.
Down on the street bellow, a large white van was parked on the side of the road. Inside the surveillance van sat three people, one female working furiously at the keyboard in front of her pulling up security camera view after another trying to keep up with the chase over head. A black man and a white staring mesmerized at the screens in front of them. Agent peter burke sat on the edge of his chair, gripping the desk in front of with white knuckles. Jones was more relaxed, but he still looked nervous.
Up on the roof Neal Caffery engaged with the three men who had caught up with him. One reached out and gripped him by the back of the collar. He twisted around pulling the man in closer shoving his elbow into the man's gut. Two other men came at him from the sides. His left hand shot out grabbing him by his tie, and brought him to him, bringing his knee up and slamming the man's face into his knee, he spun around and launched the unconscious man into his copy. As they fell he jumped over them, and ran straight towards the wall, jumping up and grabbing the lip, he pulled himself up. Pulling the mike taped to his chest closer to his mouth he said, "Peter I don't think I can keep this up much longer."
Down in the van bellow peter responded "I know Neal; just a little more we need you to get to the rondevu point." Neals voice came over the speakers much less calm, "peter that over three miles away!"
"I know I'm sorry,"
"apologies are not going to help me right now, just tell me where the hell to go!"
Up on the roof Neal confronted another black suit this time taking the man's gun away, he checked the clip as he ran turning he aimed, and fired, the bullet, hit one of the remaining two men in the shoulder right above the heart. Turning he ran and spoke, "you might want to get him a doctor." Behind him the last man took aim and fired. Neal felt the bullet sear into his back, he shouted stumbled and fell.
In the van Diana screeched, and peter shouted "Neal!"
Up on the roof Neal grunted, and rolled over his breathing coming in quick short gasps. He raised his gun and fired at the man stalking towards him. The man waited till Neal's gun was clicking empty before he advanced, aiming his gun at Neal's heart, he asked in German accented English, "any last words before I kill you?"
Neal looked up at him and smiled, "yeah, at least I don't die with that fucking anklet on."
The last shot rang out clear, and seemed to travel miles. In the van bellow, Diana jumped in her seat, tears springing to her eyes, her hands covered her mouth in horror, agent Jones's head was in his hands his shoulders shaking in silent sobs, and peter sat still as a statue his grey blue eyes wide.
please review, it is my life blood!
sorry this is so short, i promise to do better, like i said please review, and ell me if you want me to continue the story! please!