Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar, which I weally want to though. Jeff Eastin owns it.
Yeah, it's short, oh well. It's a one-shot after all unless I do a sequel and change it into a story.
Neal looked out the window from the plane he currently sat within. He held a smile as the sunset illuminated his face, but that smile slowly faded into a frown. Suddenly a plastic hula girl was placed on the tray in front of him. His friend Mozzie made eye contact and smiled. Neal smiled back and watched as he sat down. Neal put his head against, well in between, the chair and the small window of the plane. His smiled faltered and once again turned back into a frown. The bright sun lit up his facial features along with his beautiful blue eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed.
'What have I done?' He thought sadly opening his eyes. 'Why did I run? Peter's going to kill me. Sarah, June, Elizabeth, Jones, and even Diana. I abandoned all of them. I left them. When I go back- if I go back I don't know what is going to happen.' The sun started to set more, leaving Neal's face. His eyes left the view of the clouds outside and now stared at the chair in front of him. His frown turned into a grin. 'Well old habits do certainly die hard. Looks like my life of the con has started once again. That means back to a world of aliases and running. No longer am I Neal Caffrey. I'm Victor Moreau.'
Could you please feed me some reviews?
Well I hope I got his newest alias correct, I remember his first name being Victor and his last name started with an M. Well I am still totally stoked for the 4th season to come and I can't wait. Ugh! I want a time machine! Anyone else? Well hoped you enjoyed. Even so should I make this a story?
Anyway I'm going to go get a picture of Matt Bomers sexy body.