Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar.
"FBI! Freeze!" Agent Peter Burke sprinted down the alley, gun drawn. He was in hot pursuit of teenage conman Neal Caffrey. The teen had managed to escape a museum with a $50,000 painting, but with several agents in pursuit.
Peter raced around the corner only to come face to face with the sixteen year old. Neal turned around with a desperate look in his eyes.
"Hands up" Peter ordered. The conman slowly raised his hands only to dart forward a moment later.
Fortunately the FBI agent had quick reflexes and managed to wrap an arm around Neal's waist. However, he wasn't quick enough to avoid Neal as he thrashed against the agent, his head slamming back into Peter's chin. Momentarily dazed, Peter's grip on Neal loosened and the teen was able to twist free.
Peter lunged forward and tackled the teen, Neal pinned underneath him. Neal still refused to be subdued and bucked against Peter's weight. Peter managed to pin Neal's wrists and ankles to the asphalt, Neal tossing his head restlessly and still struggling.
"Boss, you need any help?" Diana Barrigan and Clinton Jones came running up.
"I'm good" Peter panted as he roughly jerked Neal to his feet, securing the conman's hands behind his back with a zip tie and handcuffs. He was not going to take any chances on Neal Caffrey escaping his custody.
Neal Caffrey sat, chained hand and foot in one of the interrogation rooms at FBI headquarters. Peter stood behind a one-way window, observing the teen. No teenager should be able to sit that still for so long, he thought. And Neal had been sitting there for at least three hours, not moving a muscle.
"We have a slight problem" Reese Hughes walked into the room and Peter turned away from the young conman.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Caffrey can't be processed until tomorrow at the earliest, and he can't stay here all night. The federal marshals gave us this for temporary use." Hughes passed a small package to Peter. The agent opened it and pulled out a tracking anklet.
"State of the art. It can't be picked, which in Caffrey's case is extremely difficult to achieve."
Neal glanced up as Peter entered the room, the anklet in his hands.
He watched, with slight apprehension, as Peter lifted up Neal's pant cuff and fastened the anklet around Neal's leg. Peter then stood up and unlocked the chains around Neal's wrists and legs and walked him out of the interrogation room. He kept a firm hand on Neal's back, not at all doubting that Neal would run at the first chance he got.
"Where are we going?" Neal asked, doing his best to disguise the tremor in his voice.
"Home."
~TBC
Me: Okay, so this is just a prologue, but please tell me if I should continue or not! (My other story will be updated tomorrow, 3/5/2014)