Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't own White Collar or Neal Caffery.
Lena is a character of my one creation.
What I'd Give
Jones POV:
All it was suppose to be was a coffee run, but like most things that involve Neal Caffery, things got complicated. He really was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes, five at the most even with the usual crowd at this hour and the traffic on the sidewalks, just five minutes. Yet a minute turned into five and five into seven until it got to the point that Burke had ordered Caffery's tracking location to be pulled up.
Nothing appeared to be wrong, Neal was in the coffee shop, yet something seemed off. After having watched Caffery's tracking data the first couple times he 'ran' there was something different about this time. Then it dawned on us, Caffery hadn't moved an inch in the past 3 minutes. Whether he was in the office of at home, his dot was constantly in motion, pacing, tapping his leg, walking, the kid simply couldn't stay still.
After ten minutes, Burke was ready to call in the SWATT Team, Marshals, Helicopters, and any kind of law enforcement to begin the hunt for our 'escaping' consultant. Diana, level minded as always was trying to convince burke that there was no way that the anklet could have be tampered with to say the Caffery was in the coffee shop. She was right though, Caffery wasn't stupid enough to run while peter was still in the office with the resources and power to find him within an hour. No, Caffery was smarter than that.
Before any more rash decisions were made I volunteered to go down to the coffee shop and check. It was common sense, yet everyone in the conference room seemed to stop and stare at me, it was as if I had just found the solution to world peace. Sheesh, Burke may say that we Harvard grads could be thick, but some FBI people were so used to dealing complicated cases that they over looked the simple explanation.
So here I was, walking down the street to the coffee shop to 'catch' Neal Caffery. It wasn't hard to spot him standing outside the shop on the sidewalk, but it wasn't his ridiculous fedora that caught my eye, it was because he was the only person on the street not moving. Something about his stance and his shocked expression made me call for back up. Even though I was a good ten feet away I could spot that expression anywhere, either there was a gun within shooting distance pointed at him or something bad had just happened.
A quick 360 scan showed me no obvious threats of snipers, what the hell was going on then? As I moved towards Caffery pondering this question, I felt the backup I had requested fan out behind me. "Jones, what happened?" burke yelled over the noise of the crowd. "Don't know, it's Caffery.