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...I don't want to keep admitting it but....I do not own ANY aspect of White Collar...Just an obsessed fan here...-sob- don't rub it in
There was shaking, and lots of it. There was air, there was flat surfaces that supported me. Everything was around but I couldn't move. I was dazed, everything around me like a bleak canvas waiting to be painted upon, oh how many of those feelings I had fixed. I wasn't sure why I couldn't move or open my eyes for that matter, I wanted to. The blackness kept fading over me and lightening again like a common wave. Who was that man? Why did he take Ally away from me, from us?
She had nothing to do with this, whatever it was. If anyone should have been taken away it should have been me. There was one final miscommunication before everything leaned slightly lighter off my chest and head, leaving only a heartbeat in my aching head and a pain in my side. There were murmurs everywhere, dancing toward me in a sweet melody that scampered gently over me in a floating, soothing motion. Only a few bits I was able to pick out.
"…the doctor said he would be…"
"When is he going to wake?"
"…clues on Ally…"
"…man in a black…guns…going to get…punched…"
I finally got my eyelids to slip open as I gazed around the room in confusion, where was I now? As my blurred vision adjusted to the light everything became much more familiar. I was in my room at June's older home, which was now mine, yes we still stayed there. June now lived in a smaller home only a few streets away. We still got to see her and her granddaughter, who had grown a lot in the past 5 years. No one was in the room but the door was open and there was much noise coming from the kitchen. I had to find out what happened to my daughter. I had to.
Pushing myself off the bed frayed pain strands in my side, but what did that matter? When I stood up my head overfilled with dizziness until I got control of myself after taking a breath and pushing myself off the dresser I was leaning on and I began to walk. I was in the same clothing as before, just without the tie and some of the buttons were undone. I buttoned some of them and stammered down the hall at a slower rate than usual toward the kitchen where everyone was sitting around the table. I stopped as I reached the entrance and found all eyes on me, glancing up and down in a concerned way.
"Neal." A few people said. I really couldn't fully differentiate the tones. "Neal you should lie down." I knew that one, it was Kate as she stood and went to my side and attempted to take me back to the room. I resisted greatly and pushed toward the table where Peter, Elizabeth, Mozzie, June, Hughes, and some other guys that were enrolled in the FBI service somehow. I remember being knocked out from those men who took Ally, but nothing after that. They most likely got someone to just check me out instead of putting me into a hospital, knowing I wouldn't stay.
"Where is she?" I asked in a hoarse voice and cleared my voice. Peter stood up, there was a black and blue mark on his forehead toward the hairline. He shook his head slowly, giving me the 'I don't know' look. Kate then picked up the clue I didn't want to lie down and brought me to the table where I sat down, gazing at everyone. "Clues people, we need clues. Where is she? Peter, you were there, who took her? You saw them, who were they?" I asked, becoming angrier with each passing second.
"I don't know, Neal." He said with an apologetic gaze.
"What, you didn't think of following them?! This is Ally we're talking about! Shes only 4, there's a countless number of things they could be doing to her at this very moment!" I found myself shouting over the crowd, hearing a small and sharp intake of air by Kate, who was standing behind me, trying and hoping to calm me.
"No I was knocked out to." He said to me with a slightly guilted expression. I looked up to his forehead that was lined with a dark blue bruise. I felt sorry that I took my own anger out upon him but sorry wasn't going to place my little girl back into my arms. I looked back to Kate and asked her to bring me some type of pain medication, to ease everyone's mind about what I was doing. She nodded and quickly turned to walk down the hallway to the bathroom would be.
"There are no leads, no evidence, nothing?"
"Nothing." Peter confirmed.
"Then we've better get started."
"Neal I don't know if your in the right state to be-"
"I'll be fine Peter, I have to find her." I interrupted, begging for him to just let it go. "I'm alright, really." I reassured him, getting up from my seat, ignoring the head rush that was the product of getting up to quickly as I stepped away from the table and started for the bathroom down the hall. I was very surprised at the image that stared back at me. Never in my whole life, even as being a con, have I allowed myself to look like this. Then again I was passed out for about 4 hours after…which actually could explain a lot. My little girl needed me, she was out there without anyone she knew. Why did they have to take her? What was the point?! After I fixed up my hair, clothing, and freshened up a bit I headed back out to the dining room that was still taking among themselves, Hughes and the others were gone. Only June, Elizabeth, Mozzie, and Kate stayed. I turned to the closet and started for the first suit jacket I saw and looked toward Peter.
"Lets go." I said as I pulled my hat from the rack by the door. Kate came over to me with hopeful thoughts and kissed me a goodbye before Peter and I headed outside.
"Where do you think we should search first?" Peter asked me.
"Surveillance cameras. We start with them first, that'll give us at least a direction of where we'll be going." I responded. Peter nodded as we headed toward the office, throwing out ideas left and right that really didn't make sense but may help us come up with new ideas that did make sense.
------------*a few minutes later*------------
Everything was pretty crazy back at the office. I started for my office as Peter left for his, he would meet me here after he took care of a few things that needed to be taken care of. The office I had now was warm, it was wide open and spacious with walls of windows that faced outside. It was modern, my type of atmosphere. I didn't like to be trapped like a dog, it felt to much like a prison cell to me. I hung up my jacket and hat and started to pace the floor, pacing helped with ideas. Without a doubt whoever took Alley must have wanted me, or get back at me for whatever I did to them.
Then again there was a lot of people I did things to. Fowler escaped prison, so it must be him. It has to be, no one would take that sitting down. Especially not someone like Fowler who happens to know many, many people. Criminals and FBI agents alike know more people that the average person, we are like a chain, forever linked together and ready to help one another…for a price. God knows I've done a few things in my time, nothing like capturing a man's daughter or killing anyone, nothing like that, but I have done things.
This was a puzzle, and this one you couldn't just get tired of and leave it alone for a year if you wanted your prize back alive. I sat down at my desk and put my head in my hands, just staying there in silence with my thoughts when I lifted my head to see a little girl standing at my desk with a little blood trickling down the side of my head. My head tilted as I recognized her, taking in a quick gasp.
"Ally!" I stood up quickly, rushing to her side.
"Daddy." She said back in a slightly distanced voice.
"Ally, are you ok?" I kneeled down and tried to pull her into a hug. My arms went right through her. "Ally?...oh god no…" I whispered. This type of stuff only happened in the movies….right?
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