The Sappire Curse
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction so I hope you all enjoy! Reviews will be greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I'm not lucky enough to own White Collar :(
Chapter 1:
It had been 3 days since Peter was recruited by the NYPD to recover a mysterious sapphire idol for a strange fellow by the name of Dr. Galler. The idol was stolen in the middle of the night from the doctor's house with nothing else out of place. The criminal had also left a note with two words written on it: "I'm sorry". After a couple of days of investigation, Peter along with the help of Neal and the rest of the white collar unit where getting close to finding it.
"I've got it!" Cried Neal suddenly jumping up from his desk.
"Got what?" Asked Peter walking towards his visibly excited CI.
"I know where the idol is." Declared Neal proudly. He then flipped on his hat and began walking out of the FBI building. Peter grabbed his arm in attempt to stop him.
"Not so fast! You haven't even told me where the damn thing is!" Said Peter slightly exasperated.
"Come on Peter, we've been working together for 3 years now and you still don't have any faith in me? That hurts." Said Neal with a mock look of sadness.
"Maybe I would if you'd tell me what your up to before you go running off" Replied Peter, still waiting for an explanation.
"Just trust me." And with a sly smile he broke away from the agent's grasp an all but ran down the stairs, out the front doors and into the streets of New York. Peter stood frozen for only a moment before he took off after his convict-turned-friend. He found Neal standing just outside the front doors of the FBI.
"What the hell was that!?" Demanded Peter.
"Come on!" Beckoned Neal already taking off again.
"No! Come back!" Peter stated running after Neal. "Take one more step and I'll shoot!" Yelled Peter who didn't even have is gun out. Neal just kept running down the streets of Manhattan.
He ran until he reached a small ally beside the art museum. Neal stood waiting for Peter to catch up to him. When the agent did eventually reach him, he was slightly out of breath and very furious.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT NEAL! YOU ARE SO IRRATIONAL AND RECKLESS! I SHOULD SEND YOU BACK TO PRISON FOR DISOBEYING A DIRECT ORDER FROM AN FBI AGENT!" Peter shouted.
"If your done then you can help me look." Neal, who was completely unfazed by Peter's screaming began to dig through the trash cans that were sitting in close proximity to him.
"What are you doing?" Inquired Peter who's anger was temporarily forgotten.
"Looking for the idol." Stated Neal simply.
"Wait a minute, you mean to tell me the an idol made out of solid sapphire was stolen and brought to this ally?" Asked Peter.
"Yes. Now are you going to help me look or not." Said Neal who was still sifting through trash.
"Stop right now Neal! You are going to give me an explanation for all of this right this instant." Said Peter in his stern FBI agent voice. Neal stopped, looked up and sighed.
"I was doing research on the idol this morning to figure out why someone would want to steal it. I found out that the idol was supposedly cursed. After examining the evidence that we had collected more thoroughly it all made sense; Someone broke into Dr. Galler's house, located the idol and stashed it here until they could find a way to get it into the museum." Explained Neal. He then went back to looking for the idol.
"Why would anyone do that?" Asked Peter who was still not convinced.
"To protect the doctor from the idol's curse. The idol is suppose to "reduce the intelligent man's soul to his weakest form."" Said Neal.
"That's ridiculous Neal." said Peter. Only a second after those words had left his mouth, Neal for the second time that day jumped up and said:
"I got it!" And Neal held up the sapphire idol.
