EDIT: Also, if the brother sister thing is a bit off, keep in mind that they haven't seen each other for 15 years (thats my lame way of saying that I have no siblings and have no clue how brothers and sisters act together)
*I don't own White Collar*
I'm infinitely sorry, but I'll let you read, because I'm sure you don't want to hear me talk.
Chapter 4
Peter nodded, surprised but happy. "Nice job. May I ask how you made contact?"
"I... um... the Circle kind of... sent one of my team members to kill us... but, since my team is composed of people who also want to leave, it wasn't hard to get her to trust me." I shrugged dismissively. "Now, did you get us into the prison?"
"Yes and here is your temporary ID. Before you say you don't need one, we know the one you had on you was fake." Peter handed me the card he had been carrying, and I saw that it had my picture and the name 'Rebecca Caffrey' printed on it.
"You sure I should have the same last name as him? It'll let them know he's alive." I raised my eyebrows questioningly at the FBI agent, but he shrugged the question off.
"They'll figure it out eventually." Peter turned to walk out the door, gesturing for Neal and me to follow him. "Come on, we're going to the prison to visit your co-workers." Peter walked out the door, not bothering to check if we were following. Neal held the door for me, grinning.
"Thank you, my chivalrous knight," I smiled back at him. I walked out, waiting for him, so I could talk to him. Neal came out, instantly recognizing my expression. I guess it's a brother-sister thing.
"You want to say something?"
"Er... yah. I just wanted to thank you. And apologize"
"For what?"
"Well for one, getting me out of that stupid bank, and also, making me laugh. I really haven't truly laughed in years."
"In that case, you're welcome." Neal and I walked down the stairs as we spoke, trying to catch up with Peter, since he seemed to be getting annoyed because we weren't right behind him. "And, as for apologizing, I don't see any reason for you to need to..."
I laughed bitterly at the last statement. "I do. So many other things could have happened had I left when I wanted to, or I hadn't... well, I don't know. I've just always felt guilty."
"Don't blame yourself, it couldn't be predicted that you would be kidnapped."
By this time we had reached the elevator, where Peter was waiting. "Are you two done?" Peter asked, pretending to be annoyed.
"Yes, Peter. Just catching up on fifteen missed years. If it's all right with you, that is." A cocky grin appeared on Neal's face.
Peter rolled his eyes in response to the con man's antics. "I'll allow it, but only if it's quiet." The elevator finally dinged softly and the doors slid open. The three of us entered the elevator, Neal and Peter continuously swapping friendly gibes as they stood across the elevator from each other. I leaned against the back, content to watch-slash-study the two men in front of me. Neal was grinning softly in response to a witty comment, lending to his cocky, spoiled look. He had a smiled hidden in his eyes, a barely concealed need for the thrill of a con. He had a look about him that screamed, 'don't mess with me.' Peter, on the other hand, had a stern, fatherly appearance, making it hard not to trust him. He was open, yet the way he carried himself was enough to deter anyone looking to take advantage of Peter. It was obvious that he had power and knew how to use it. He could be a dangerous enemy, or a powerful ally. This had been evident in Neal's life, in how Peter had caught him multiple times, then protected him from having to face jail again. I smiled softly to myself, imagining how everything the Circle had worked for could come crashing down because of the unlikely bond of a criminal and an FBI agent.
Too soon, the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby, bringing my musings to an end. Peter led the way toward the parking garage. Peter led the way to the parking garage (even though I know the way). "Hey, Rebecca," Peter dropped back to walk on my right, a slightly confused look on his face.
"Yah?"
"I was thinking, and started wondering, how did you manage to get the doctor's approval to leave, considering you were shot three times in the last 24 hours? My strongest agents would have been out for at least a week... and you're walking around like nothing happened."
"Your best agents didn't go through Circle training. And it helps if the doctor is a Circle agent." I shrugged slightly, and was surprised to feel Neal stiffen slightly. Sneaking a glance at him, I noticed that his fists were clenched and his eyes were narrowed in anger. I had to wait a moment for it to compute. Neal was worried about me. It felt strange to have someone other than the people in my team genuinely worried for my safety. "You ok?" I whispered.
Neal nodded tensely, eyes locked on something in front of us. I followed his gaze and saw Diana's car, or more correctly, the three bullet holes and spider web of cracked glass in the back window.
"Eh, it happens. No one got hurt, and it shouldn't happen again, so don't worry about it." I flashed a smile at Neal.
Neal smiled back, ever so slightly, but enough for me. We stopped beside a small black Toyota and climbed in with no further conversation. Neal and Peter were in the front, leaving me to lounge in the back seat. On the way to the prison, Peter asked me questions, mostly about the Circle and my plan once Neal and I were in, but a few were about Neal and I's past. I quickly deflected those questions, not wanting to dredge up painful memories for myself or Neal. About a half hour later, we arrived at the maximum security prison where my 'companions' were being kept. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the (no doubt) heated conversation/discussion to come. All the light-heartedness in me left, and I was once again a Circle agent, ready for a mission.
Neal/Peter/...Everyone Else...
The moment Neal saw Rebecca's face; he knew something had shifted in her. His caring younger sister was gone, replaced by the woman in the bank, a hardened Circle agent once more. If Peter had noticed, he didn't mention anything, just led the way. They showed their ID's at the gate and were immediately shown through, due to the fact that 2 of the 3 cards said FBI. After a few minutes of winding through the surprisingly large prison, they arrived in the room on the interrogation observation room. Rebecca stared through the dark glass at the two men sitting chained to a table in the interrogation room. Her eyes were narrowed, as if trying to read the angry-looking men's expressions. "So... what's your plan?" Peter asked Rebecca.
Without looking away from the window, she answered, "I'll convince them it was part of the plan. Play the 'I know more than you' part." She grabbed a notepad off of a nearby table and jotted down a few things. "Here are some of the Circle code words I'll be sure to use, so you understand. One more thing. No matter what is said in there, no matter how I act, remember, I'm on your side." Rebecca stared Neal and Peter in the eyes, making sure that understood. Both nodded, assuring her that she was trusted. "Well then, I guess it's time to go in" Rebecca smiled thinly, though there was no joy in her face.
I will be updating as frequently as I can, and will try to get the next chapter up soon. Sorry for the lame ending, please review!
