Hey y'all! I'm back with a SECOND fanfic! Not that I could manage one… At any rate, will Peter and Neil be able to work this one out, or has the famous duo finally met their match?
A/N: looking for an editor/proofreader! (For one or both of my fics, your pick!) I have made due by myself, but I could most certainly go faster with help. If interested, please PM! Also, there MAY be a few M rated chapters, but those WILL be noted at the beginning, for you sensitive readers out there. I am hoping for this to be a fairly long fic. Finally, to the story!
P.S. please R&R! I love hearing from y'all!
Chapter One: A Good Case
The clock read 1:30 AM, not that this particular individual cared very much. All they wanted was to be in an out as quickly, silently, and-of course-stylishly as possible. In this line of work, appearances were worth almost as much as results.
They knew that they would be seen later, on the security tapes. Not that it would matter-by then, the job would be done. Not that anyone could see much anyway; clad in a heavy suit, dress pants, and an old-fashioned top hat, all black, with a neatly pressed, white dress shirt and matching white gloves. The thief was nearly invisible in the near pitch-darkness that engulfed the museum due to a "mysterious" lighting malfunction.
The thief had a very slim build and, as was a requirement for a quick getaway, was very quick on their feet. Knowing that it was far too dark to discern any of the their features, the thief chuckled a little and tipped the old-fashioned top hat politely at the lone camera in the restoration vault, and sighed. It was really just too easy.
The thief looked around, quickly finding the piece so sought after by a well-paying client. It was a fairly small piece, but, being a connoisseur of the arts, the thief could appreciate its beauty. Picking it up with exceeding care, the thief placed it in a pre-measured container strapped to the back of the raven suit jacket. The thief then placed a beautiful red rose in its place. With a flourishing bow to the camera, the thief made for the door.
Exiting the vault with precious cargo, the thief halted. Taking a can of aerosol spray from an impeccably stylish belt, the thief sprayed the entire hallway with the misting liquid. The thin, zigzagging beams of light the thief was expecting soon came into view across the floor. Those lights could mean the end of a career for someone who wasn't careful. This thief, on the other hand, was always careful.
The thief's clothing appeared, at first glance, a poor choice for any sort of physical activity. In reality, it was actually just the opposite. Tailored specially without any trailing tails or loose fabric, the suit was made of a breathable fabric which kept the thief feeling cool and comfortable. The impeccable top hat was collapsible and had its own, zippered pocket. Even the cuffs buttoned and tucked tightly, and the pants cuffs tucked comfortably into the thief's shoes.
Now, with the ever-impeccable clothing out of the way, the thief backed up a step before making his escape. This consisted of several athletic feats that properly belonged on a balance beam. If the thief had wanted to live a legal life, Olympic gymnast was definitely an option. But crime was just too much fun.
At the end of these feats, the thief flipped out the classy top hat, flourished it in an equally classy bow, and placed it on top of an equally raven head of hair. It was all for the camera, of course. The thief truly hoped they could see it through the darkness.
Neal Caffrey knew immediately upon waking that he had drunk too much the night prior.
Head ringing, he checked the alarm beside him. Cursing under his breath, Neal hurriedly showered and got dressed. Just as he was putting on his signature hat, there was a knock at his door. Peter didn't even bother waiting for him to answer.
"We've got a case!" Peter announced excitedly, walking through the door, grinning from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas.
"Okay, Peter … but that makes it a day that ends in 'y'. What about this one that has you so excited?" Neal rubbed his temple. He really wished his painkiller would kick in. Peter's excitement was hammering in his head like a drum.
"The Metropolitan was robbed early this morning! No alarms were set off and…hey, Neal, are you okay? You don't look so great." Peter looked concerned. "Does this have something to do with-"
"Yes, okay, fine. Sara dumped me a while back, though. It's nothing new." It was, though. Sara had moved on. Without him. He had gotten over her, but seeing her happy with her new boyfriend was still tough to swallow. Rum, on the other hand, had been much easier in that respect. "I've got it out of my system now."
"Alright, good for you. At any rate let's get to the office. You have to see this footage."
The painkillers had kicked in, and Neal realized if Peter was this excited, it must be interesting already. Heading out the door behind his friend, Neal asked: "What exactly was stolen?"
"A piece called The Lacemaker."
Neal stopped in his tracks. "The Lacemaker? By Salvador Dalí? You're kidding. I've been after that one for years!"
"You mean you were after it. Before you joined the good guys." Peter gave Neal a look.
"Of course, that's what I meant. Now, let's go. I really want to see how this guy managed to pull this heist without tripping those alarms."
A/N: How is it so far? Promise to update ASAP! PLEASE R&R!
P.S. don't forget to PM me if you're interested in editing/proofreading!