Disclosure: I don't own white collar or any of the involved characters…
(Don't be too harsh to begin with! I haven't posted on here in ages)
It was a sweltering day in New York. The city had been suffering power outages all day because of all the extra air conditioners and fans turned on. Peter Burke was sweating through his shirt and it wasn't making him happy, neither was the errand he had to do.
Peter Burke looked at the address on the small piece of paper in his hand. A beautiful Brooklyn brownstone, as he walked up the stairs, he questioned the reaction of the person he was about to talk to. She was known for being rather fickle, and Peter was never sure if he was going to catch her in a good mood or, well, he had to admit cold was the appropriate term.
About thirty seconds after Peter knocked on the door, a pretty middle aged woman answered the door with a smile, in her linen shorts and simple tee shirt with her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, she had the well cared for yet casual look of the new york elite.
"Hello, Peter, how can I help you?" Peter showed her his badge
"Is Lee here? I'd like to speak with her."
The woman's face froze, then she quickly recovered her composure. The woman called into the house, "Lee! Come out here for a minute." A few seconds later, a young woman appeared, She was fairly tall, probably around five foot eight, wearing a simple black pair of shorts and a blue tank top. She had long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and she looked mildly suspicious at the sight of Peter in the doorway.
"I'm headed out, we just ran out of popsicles and that's just not going to suffice. Come with me?"
Peter just nodded his head and followed the girl out the door. Lee called back at the woman still watching from the doorway.
"Carol, stop worrying, I'll be back in a bit and we'll finish watching Project Runway."
The FBI agent and the young woman were quite for a few minutes as she led them through the side streets of Manhattan.
"How have you been?"
Peter spoke conversationally, hoping to keep the mood as light as possible.
"How've I been? Really? That's what you're going to lead with?"
"Just trying to be polite."
Lee smiled as they reached the store front. The sign read, Susan's Patisserie.
"They make the best sugar free popsicles in manhattan."
Peter grabbed her wrist as she reached for the door handle.
"Your father wants to see you. He said he wouldn't ask me for this very odd favor, but you haven't been answering his letters. I'm going tomorrow around 10, he wants to talk to me about something. You could come if you wanted to."
Lee rolled her eyes, "tell Neal that I don't appreciate being summoned by the feds."
Peter sighed and held up his hands in defeat, "don't shoot the messenger. It was good to see you Lee."
As he turned to walk away, he turned as he heard Lee call his name. She was still standing at the entrance to the store, "pick me up at 10."
