Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or White Collar.

Let's get straight to the story, shall we? Here you go :)

Edit: I did a few edits of this chapter and will do some with the other chapter but I have not changed anything vital. If you have already read this chapter do not feel the need to read it again, unless you want to. If you want to, then who am I to stop you, you just don't have to. They were mostly grammar and sentence structure edits so nothing vital. Anyways…enjoy!

Alex had been running for almost an hour now. He was positive he had lost his trail 20 minutes ago but he would rather be safe than sorry, especially after all they had put him through. Turning another corner he found an empty alleyway decorated with a couple dumpsters and boxes scattered all around. He took in his surroundings in less than a minute, noticing the cat that sat behind the dumpster at the far end and the drugs that were hid behind another. Turning back around he watched people go past as he slowly backed into the shadows, searching for any potential threats as he blended into the shadows.

He relaxed only a fraction as he backed up into the wall, the shadows swallowing him as he hid in a corner that allowed him to see a small amount of the hustle and bustle that was New York City during lunch hour.

Alex took the biggest cardboard box he could find and turned it so that the top was facing the wall, the bottom now facing out towards the ally. The hole there was just big enough for Alex to look out but no one to look in.

Slowly he let himself fall into the light sleep that any good spy had, ready to wake at the smallest sound that something was off.

Alex awoke to the echoing sound of shoes hitting the pavement. Quietly he shifted around so that he could see out the hole better. The ally was lit up from the streetlights on the main street and a single lone streetlight flickering in the back of the ally. The sky about was as dark as New York City could get and looking at his watch Alex realized it was almost ten o'clock.

A man in his mid-twenties walked into the ally, just passing the box Alex was in before stopping in front of the dumpster next to him before pulling out his ringing cell phone. "Hey Peter, what's up?" He was silent as the man on the other side, Peter, Alex was assuming, replied to him, listening intently to every word the he said.

"Yeah I know him. William Marks. He likes to stay in the shadows while he sends out others to do his dirty work. No one really knows what he looks like, it's rumoured that anyone that sees him is killed almost immediately. His own people don't know what he looks like."

Alex's interest in the conversation was suddenly spiked and he was on high alert. William Marks was the man that he had been sent to investigate. He was also the man that had figure out he was a spy without ever actually meeting Alex in person. From the way this man talked, it sounded like Alex was lucky he escaped.

"Okay, I'll be right there. I need to grab the file anyways; I accidently left it there earlier." The man hung up after a quick good-bye and walked out of the ally. Alex quickly following behind him; the worry of being silent left behind as he was surrounded by just as many people as there had been during the day.

It was not hard to find the man among the crowds. He was the only one wearing a classic rat pack suit and a fancy fedora. This is was the night crowd; there were not many businessmen in the crowd, mostly partiers, tourists, and the occasional criminal.

Another ten minutes later and Alex found himself in front of an official looking building. The man walked in and headed straight toward the elevator. Alex still followed but kept crouched out of the view of the secretary and cameras. He hid behind the side of the desk, just out of the view of the single camera in the lobby, watching as the numbers above the elevator doors lit up with each floor the elevator passed, before stopping on 21. A couple minutes later, the elevator had made yet another trip, detouring to a couple of floors before finally reaching ground level yet again. A few men and women walked out, saying quick 'goodnight's and 'see you tomorrow's to each other and the secretary, who cheerily replied with her own 'good night'. Alex slipped in right before the doors closed, the secretary to busy talking to a woman that had come down to notice the light haired teenager.

He pressed the button for the 21st floor before pressing himself up against the corner underneath the camera, continuing his game of 'avoid the cameras'.

The ride lasted about a minute and it seemed Alex's usual luck was with him, as no one else got on. The doors opened up to a small area with a glass wall and double doors that went into an office area filled with desks and a few bookcases, an upper level held a few offices that also contained glass walls. The small area Alex was in now had a light blue back wall with large silver letters reading 'Bureau of Investigation'. The whole floor was dimly lit with only a few lights having been left on for the janitors and late night workers. Alex quickly stepped into a hall on the other side of the small lobby like area that led to what Alex could only guess was more offices.

The man that Alex had seen was in one of the upper offices, the wooden door had been left open giving Alex the opportunity he needed. Rat-pack man talked with an older man who sat behind the desk, giving away his position of authority over the younger man.

Suddenly, the younger man got up and walked out of the office, a smirk on his face. The older man quickly followed, leaning out the door to yell "Don't do anything illegal Neal!" However, it was hopeless, Neal, as he had been called, had gotten in the elevator smirk still in place.

Alex knew that smirk. He had seen it on a few of the people he had met since joining MI6. It was the common, confident, conman smile. But why would a conman be working in a federal building?

'You can figure that out later, Rider. Right now you need to figure out what they have to do with William Marks.' Alex shook his head, clearing any thoughts that would lead him off track.

An idea suddenly came to mind, it was a risk as this was obviously an official building and he could get in a ton of trouble, but he could not chance saying he was from MI6. That would blow the little cover he had left, not to mention it could start an international incident. But he didn't see what other choices he had.

Pulling out the gun he had took from one of his pursers earlier, Alex quietly sneaked through the office, quickly darting up the stairs and jumped into the closest open door he could find. Thankfully, no one was there, most likely getting coffee or maybe had just forgotten to lock the door before leaving. Alex waited a couple minutes before sneaking across the hallway and quietly entering the room.

The man had his back turned and was facing the windows that looked out at the city glittering city. A sigh was the only warning that he was turning back around and Alex was prepared. The gun was held up, stead in the teenagers hands, pointed right in between his eyes. The man froze as the gun came into sight, watching Alex with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"What do you know about William Marks?"

A/N: I think this is the first Alex Rider/White Collar crossover. I'm not sure considering I haven't been on in AGES! But yeah, I've had this written on a piece of paper for, I don't know how long, but I have finally gotten so bored that I have decided to actually type it up! So here is the first chapter of my first crossover!

I probably won't be updating anytime soon, but I will continue this story once I finish my current Alex Rider and a few quick Big Time Rush stories I have going. So if you like this story please add it to you alerts because I will be continuing I just don't know when. Like I said other stories and school has gotten harder since last year...that and I have no internet make it hard to update so yeah!

One more time just to make sure...I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS! Just not soon!

Please Review! :)

Edit: Holy crap it's been a long time since I've read my own work. Not a good thing. So since I'm stuck in what seems a permanent writers block for this story I have decided to go back and edit said story. Lots of problems in this one, I think it may have just loaded of the webs weird. Anyways, my writing it horrible, but you all seem to enjoy it anyways, at least I hope you do.

Okay, I'm off to try and figure out what to do with the rest of this sad little story.

BYE!