A/N: Hello all! This is just a very short little scene. I imagine it happing in the corner of some darkened and out the way little resturant. Hope it's enjoyable. Reviews are love!
Disclaimer: White Collar and Burn Notice and their respective characters do not and never will belong to me. Sadly I'm just borrowing them.
Old Friends
"How's Michael?" Neal asked quietly.
Nate shrugged. "He's Michael. He doesn't tell me much. I do know he's being forced to stay in Miami."
"That's something we have in common then. I can't leave New York," Neal said with a humorless grin.
Nate frowned. "Tracking anklet, right? I might know a guy…"
"That's all right," Neal interrupted smoothly. "I kind of have to see this through. Where else would I go, anyway?"
A moment passed.
Neal seemed to be somewhere else in his mind.
"I heard about Kate," Nate said softly. "I'm so sorry, Neal. I know how much you loved her."
"Yeah," Neal murmured, his gaze drifting out the window, his eyes faraway. "I guess I'll never know if she felt the same…"
Nate was quiet. "I am sorry," he said at last.
Neal nodded. "It was good to see you, Nate. Next time you're in Miami look Michael up for me."
"Will do," Nate said, getting to his feet. "Take care of yourself, Neal. For what it's worth I think you're doing something good here."
"We'll see," Neal murmured as Nate walked off, his gaze drifting back out the window. "We'll see."
End.