Author BatmanSwiss
Title Time to Collect
Word Count 239
Rating PG
Warnings and Content None
Spoilers 3x16
Disclaimers: I do not own White Collar. That privilege belongs to Jeff Eastin and the folks at USA Networks.
Author's Note: Entry #2 for the WC LAS contest on livejournal.
When a conman enters a room, he can stand out or blend in. Right now, Neal Caffrey needed to do the latter, but he couldn't seem to manage more than a few steps before stumbling. He groaned in pain as his knee slammed into the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Neal forced himself back to his feet and ignored the dark stain now spreading across his pant leg. He needed to find a place to hide from prying eyes….
"Neal!"
He froze. Knowing he'd been spotted. Having no other options, Neal straightened and flashed his brightest smile.
"Yes, Peter?"
Peter Burke eyed up his partner, taking in his somewhat unusual appearance. "Do I even want to know?"
Neal took a moment to see things from Peter's point of view. Admittedly, the sight of his CI wobbling around the office in coffee stained clothing while wearing Sara's four-inch heels would seem a little strange.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Awhile back Sara and I made a bet as to whether or not she would ever find the Raphael. Well, she finally called me on the wager. After all of those years she spent chasing that painting, she felt that I needed to take a walk in her shoes- literally."
Peter took a moment to appreciate the situation before responding. "Well, it's a shame that Sara's not here to see this," he said, grinning wickedly. "Diana! Grab the camera- it's office picture time!"