This is my first crossover and my first time writing anything dramatic like this.
If you don't watch White Collar (and I urge you to give it a shot) then don't worry! Just treat everyone as you would OC's and all you need to know is that in White Collar Neal escaped from prison, and Peter is the only guy to ever catch him - which he did twice. After getting sent back to prison Neal is released into Peter and the FBI's custody to help them solve cases. He has to wear an ankle monitor and cannot go 2 miles out of its range, they can track him at all times. That's it!
If you do - Neal = Cooper.
I hate the decision I made in my other fic to change Cooper's name, and because this is centered toward the Glee fandom I'm changing Neal to Cooper.
Originally this wasn't a crossover but when I was imaging all the FBI stuff in my mind it was all White Collar based so I figured why not? Also lets just ignore the fact that the FBI isn't based in Lima. The only way I could get everything to work continuity wise I didn't like, this way doesn't bother me so hopefully it doesn't bother anyone else too much.
Warnings: for violence and child abuse.
Enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Usually he wouldn't have even answered the phone, he was just about to enter the conference room for a briefing on whichever new case they were going to take, but one glance at the screen and Cooper sees it's Blaine. Blaine doesn't often call him, and Cooper doesn't have to think twice about answering it instantly.
"Hey Blaine, what's up?"
"Coo…Cooper…help me…"
"Blaine? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"They…Coop they kidnapped me…"
"What? Who? Blaine can you tell me anything?"
Cooper's heart has stopped. He's gripping his phone to his ear as thought bringing it closer will bring Blaine closer too. Kidnappings he has dealt with before, but never had anything personal become involved. Who is they? Is it a stranger Or it could be some bastards that used to bully him, wanting to terrify him for a laugh. He wants to collapse, but he is in the FBI's office and works with an excellent team, so he has the good sense to enter the conference room, quiet everyone with his violent hand gestures and tear filled eyes and put his phone on speaker.
Another voice answers, one that is cold and hard and so unlike his brother's.
"That's enough. Cooper Anderson, as you just heard, we have your brother."
Cooper snarls. "Who are you?"
The man laughs. "We've met before."
"You give me Blaine back right now. Unharmed."
"For a price."
"What price? What do you want?"
"I will be in touch."
Cooper's shriek meets the dial tone. He swirls around and kicks the door with as much force as he has. Behind the chaos in his mind he can hear orders being barked around.
"- Connect his phone, we can trace the next call."
"- Recognise the voice?"
"Pull files of anyone Cooper has had interactions with that we couldn't put away. It might be someone on one of our old cases."
A hand on his shoulder shakes him back to reality and Diana, one of his co-workers is kneeling next to him, trying to offer comfort, but Cooper can't even recall sinking to the floor in the first place. He gets up on shaky legs and the room descends into silence as they watch and wait. He leaves the room, they know how to do their jobs, right now Cooper needs to breathe, and he has t ring his parents. He has to make this call away from others because as he gets older he loses more and more patience where his parents are concerned. "Mom? Dad?"
"Cooper honey! So nice that you -"
"Did you know Blaine was missing?"
"What do you mean missing? Don't be silly." Cooper feels a familiar boil of rage and frustration in his stomach toward the woman that calls herself Blaine's mother. The woman that dons a sickley sweet voice, designer clothes and thinks that she can ignore her youngest child if her eldest one surpasses expectations and she does it from inside a spa. Blaine had always resented Cooper, Cooper was treated like he was perfect and Blaine was ignored from the second he came out. Even four years in prison couldn't change their prejudice.
"Well did he come home last night? Or did he leave really early this morning? I need to know."
"Cooper how should we know? He spends most of his time running around with that boy we don't know where they go."
"You don't care. He's been kidnapped and you don't even know if he came home last night or not! You know what I do for a living and you don't think it's important to simply check if your son comes home at night or not!"
He puts the phone down and has to remind himself it is his only link to Blaine before he throws it out the window.
"Cooper." Peter Burker, his superior, the man whose custody he was released into is in front of him now. Peter guides Cooper to his office and shuts the door, he forces him into a chair and puts a small measureof whiskey into his hands which he knocks back immediately. "Listen to me, the entire office is making this case our priority. We need you Cooper. We need the man that has helped with countless cases like this before. I know it isn't easy, but if you let this get personal then you'll be off the case, and I know you want to be with us every step of the way. The best thing you can do to find him is to keep a clear head."
"I'll do whatever it takes."
"I know you will. Cooper you have to stay with us on this, you cannot go off alone, I need to know everything you find out."
Cooper nods and stands up and wipes his eyes and looks at Peter. He trusts Peter with his own life, and has done so for years now, but he values the life of his brother far higher than his own.
"I'm going to talk to Kurt. If anyone was with Blaine last night, chances are it was him, they're inseparable. If my parents stop by, deal with them, I don't want to."
He's almost out of the door when Diana runs after him shoving a fax of a local police report into his hands.
"Cooper! Someone already called the police about Blaine. Kurt Hummel tried to report him missing."
"Shit. That's Blaine's boyfriend. I'm going there now."
"Maybe someone else should go…"
"If anyone's questioning Blaine's boyfriend it's going to be me."
"We'll find him Cooper."
"We don't have another option."
Inside he is still lost, he is horror stricken and he knows that the only way he can stop himself from falling apart is by doing something and luckily he is in a position where he can actually do something.
Unluckily, it is probably that position that put Blaine in danger in the first place. If he has met this man before, then he has pissed him off and Cooper cannot even begin to list the people he has screwed over or stolen from and conned. It could be anyone. He won't rest until he gets his brother back, if he didn't have that drive, that ability to know he can actually get Blaine back, he would be on the floor right now. He can't do that though, he has to do anything he can do to get Blaine back.
Nothing else matters.
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Blaine hears the car door open and he turns round, a smile on his face, the word 'Kurt' leaves his mouth because that is who he is expecting to see. He thinks Kurt has forgotten something, the possibility that a stranger would open his car door and get in beside him had never crossed his mind, so he turns around with a smile already on his face and it falls, when he sees a man in a baseball cap is sitting next to him, a gun in his hand.
Blaine's heart stops and his stomach plummets and he doesn't know what to do. So he panics and opens his mouth to scream and fumbles to try and get out the door but a gloved hand on his arm stops him.
"Stay where you are Blaine. Don't scream or I'll shoot you."
"Wh…no…how do you know…"
He swallows and wipes his tears away and the man laughs.
"Please…let me go…"
"No. Blaine, do I need to show you that this gun is real? Do I need to prove it to you?"
"No."
"Do what I say and when I say it. Drive."
Blaine can't even think right now, he knows he can't drive. He is shaking uncontrollably. He whimpers, expecting to be hit when the man reaches over him and grabs his seatbelt, but all he does it pull it across his body and click it in place.
"The first thing you're going to do is give me your phone."
Blaine shakes his head, not in specific denial to that request, more in denial to the entire situation.
The man, the monster, whoever he is jerks Blaine towards him, a hand fastening around his shirt collar, he's already finding it hard to breathe and the more he struggles the more it hurts. The hand travels upwards until thick, rough fingers are under his chin, squeezing.
Blaine's hands fly up to his throat and his eyes widen in panic and then blur from pain and pleas and promises and broken lines of whatever sounds Blaine can force past his lips finally sees the man let go, but now he is sitting, playing with that gun, and the thought crosses Blaine's mind for a second that it could be fake, because how would Blaine even know? But the man had just proved to Blaine that doesn't matter - he could kill him with his bare hands if he wants too.
So Blaine hands him his phone.
"You know the way you'd go if you were heading to the coast?" Blaine nods. "Then fucking drive." The man pushes the gun hard into Blaine's side who sobs, but starts the engine.
He and Kurt had just finished a date. They'd gone to the movies, it finished late so they had gone in their own cars, they had said their goodnights and Blaine had been fiddling on his phone and changing the CD in his car when the man had gotten in. He should have locked the doors. He should have gone straight home.
He pulls out of the car park, gets to the exit and stalls the car twice, the man swears in annoyance and Blaine's driving skills return in full force out of sheer fear alone.
He considers crashing on purpose…
He's too scared to even do that.
They're on a country lane now, and Blaine knows that this is it. A deserted road like this, one that no one ever takes at night, is perfect for whatever it is that's going to happen to him. He feels like he's going to be sick. He's proved right.
"There is a van parked around the next corner, park behind it. Try anything and I'll shoot you in the kneecap understand?"
"Yes."
The second he's parked the car he jumped violently because someone else, someone new, opens the door to his side of the car, and the man next to him is releasing the seat belt and the new man drags him out and slams him into the side of the car.
A voice snarls into his ear, "stay still or I will break your arm."
His arms are forced behind his back and tied tightly, he is pushed toward the back of the van, medium sized, a work logo on the side and of course, no windows, and thrown in the back, he lands on his front and cries out in pain, the man that was in his car with him gets in the back with him, drags hi all the way inside and slams the door shut. He's enveloped into darkness. The engine starts and he tries to get up, to scurry into a corner and try to melt away but he is kicked back down onto the dusty floor. He sobs, feeling the rough motion of the van on the uneven road jerking him around. The man is sat on a blanket, toying the gun probably just for fun and looking like he hasn't just kidnapped a teenage boy.
Blaine thinks about how impossible it is going to be for someone to find him. He wonders when people will notice he's gone - if he's lucky, Kurt will notice tonight because they always call each other before bed. Thinking of Kurt just makes him cry even harder, he doesn't stop when the man hits him because the noise is getting annoying, he just thinks about everything and everyone in his life that he loves, like Kurt and Cooper, and thinks that maybe the last thing he will ever see is the back of this van.
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Yes, no? Suggestions? I hope you enjoyed it! Future chapters will have this same layout.