A/N: I started this a long, long time ago and kind of randomly decided to post it today. This first chapter is short, (Yes I am going to be pulling one of those annoying "72 Hours Ago" things) but I already have a couple thousand words typed out, so I should be able to update soon. I just need to draw out a plot more in my head. In other news, today is the one year anniversary of me joining FF .net. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Me? Own White Collar? I wish…
Warning: None.
Word Count: 258
Happy reading!
Time is an interesting concept. It can speed up when something that you are dreading is going to happen, and it can slow down when you are expecting news. Sometimes, when you are particularly distraught, it can even go backwards.
Right now, for Neal Caffrey, time was standing still. Nathan Lee was carefully holding a gun against Neal's forehead and mouthing words. Okay, he was probably talking, not mouthing, but Neal couldn't hear anything he was saying. A team of FBI agents was shouting at Lee, and music was blaring from somewhere. Between all the noise and the concussion he most likely had, it was hard to process.
Neal was getting aggravated. He had never been a very patient person, and standing still watching a psychopath rant was very boring. He almost wished the man would shoot him already, but considering where the weapon was currently aimed, that wouldn't work out very well for Neal.
Then, Neal was being violently pulled backwards. He locked eyes with Peter, and suddenly wished he hadn't. They were full of intense worry, which didn't make Neal feel much better about the situation. The agent was saying something, but Neal still couldn't make out the words, and he had never picked up on lip-reading. The ground started vibrating and Neal realized that while he was concentrating on his friend, Lee had pulled him back into the black van. The door was slammed shut, and the last person Neal saw before he lost consciousness was Peter.
A/N #2: Any reviews would be much appreciated :)