Holy cow! Thanks sooo much everyone who's story alerted or favorited or reviewed! You all made my week! I'm so excited about this story! I will def post at least 1 new chap a week! So here's one for this week.. WC finale tomorrow! L I'm excited for the eppy, but then again, I don't want it to be over… Enough of my rambling now, lol! Enjoy the chap.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from White Collar. None what so ever, no likeness or ever.. Sadly.. That right belongs to the shows amazing creator Jeff Eastin! J But I do own my OC's.
Chapter 2: Offline
Peter was almost home, when Jones called him, telling him that Neal had gone out of his radius. Peter cursed, telling Jones that he'd find him. He hung up with Jones and dialed Neal, hoping he would pick up.
"Hello?"
"Caffrey, where are you?" He asked, glad that Neal had sense enough to answer his phone.
"Inside my two mile radius, Peter." Came Neal's reply. Peter noticed something a little off about him, but decided to ignore it.
"Actually, you're not." He heard Neal shuffling around and then a few choice words. "Like I said, where are you?"
"Look, I was walking in the park, when I…." Neal trailed off. Peter waited for a second, waiting for him to continue, only to realize that he wasn't going to.
"When you what?"
"Tripped over a root and fell, apparently, out of my radius." Peter smiled, he could hear the embarrassment throughout Neal's voice.
"You tripped?" He asked, not being able to hide how much that fact amused him. He could just picture Neal tripping and falling on his face.
"Yes, I tripped." Neal replied, annoyance in his tone. Peter laughed, unable to keep it in anymore. "Laugh it up, Pe-" Neal cut off, and Peter heard something hit the ground. Peter thought Neal might have tripped again, but when he didn't hear him anymore, he began to get worried.
"Neal?" He asked, getting no reply. "Neal!" He yelled, his heart pounding faster. He heard some rustling and then a grunt as the line went dead.
Peter quickly hung up, dialing him again, the call going straight to voicemail. "Damnit!" Peter yelled, hanging up and dialing the US Marshalls.
"US Marshalls, how can I help you?" Came a female voice.
"Agent Peter Burke, FBI. I need tracking details on tracker 9305 Alpha, Neal Caffrey."
"Tracker 9305 Alpha just went offline Agent Burke. Do you need assistance?"
"No." Peter replied, a sense of dread washing over him. He knew Neal was in trouble. "I do need his recent tracking information sent to my computer though.""Right away Agent Burke." She replied.
"Thanks." He hung up, quickly dialing Jones and turning his car around, heading back to FBI Headquarters.
AN: Sorry, I know it's short again, sorry! But I wanted to tell Peter's side. Hope you all enjoyed! Please review and let me know what you thought! Enjoy the finale tomorrow!