May 28, 2014
Could it Be Any Harder—The Calling (4:42)
White Collar
Peter, Jones, El and Neal
Peter
He knew it was a set up the second he saw OPR sitting in Hughes' office. Neal wouldn't have done anything to screw up the chance he had. Well not unless it had to do with Kate. But…the doubts assailed him. Neal was a thief. A gentleman thief but still a thief and a liar and a conman. He would have stolen that diamond if he had the chance. Maybe.
Fowler showed him the signature and all of his hard won faith and trust in Neal crashed around his feet. He couldn't believe the kid had screwed this up. Why? What did Neal have to gain?
Peter shook his head at himself. Neal was bad news. He had allowed himself to forget that. Neal wasn't going to change. Not ever.
But the betrayal and fury in those blue eyes haunted him. He knew Neal was a conman, a good one. But some emotions couldn't be faked and the fury, the hurt they seemed so real. Was it possible?
Jones
He would admit to himself that he was a Caffrey fan. Always had been. There was just something so engaging about the man. Even when they had been chasing him across the world he'd been polite and charming. The man had sent them beer and pizza during stakeouts or champagne and caviar. Jones was no fool. Neal had been really taunting them he'd been…well, sharing was the closest he could think of. Neal was just like a little kid. Delighted by the chase and eager to make friends.
So he wouldn't believe that Neal had stolen the damn diamond. Wasn't really his style anyway. Sure taking the diamond might be but the way it was done? Yeah not a Neal Caffrey move. But he'd run the forgeries anyway and he'd try to keep Neal as safe as he could.
God he hated OPR so very much. And Fowler was a damn bastard that he'd love to take down. He really wished Diana was around. She'd bitch with him. Cruz was way too much of a company man and she didn't really like Caffrey either. Cruz wasn't gonna last long here. Even after only a few months Caffrey was more a part of the team than she was.
El
She bit at her lip. She refused to side with Peter on this one. She hated being at odds with him and she'd be at his side but she wouldn't lie this at Neal's feet. Neal didn't take that stupid diamond. It just wasn't possible.
She'd sit back and encourage Peter to find the truth. Then she'd pick up the pieces of Neal's broken heart and try to put them back into some semblance of order. Peter had broken his trust and Neal had only just begun to trust him, them. She really hoped Neal didn't lump her in with Peter on this one. She didn't think she could fix it if he did. And she would fix it. Her men were stupid but she loved them anyway. One day they'd see what was so obvious and she'd get them together and they'd all live happily ever after.
She'd fix it.
Neal
Neal felt the fury pounding through his blood. Peter really thought he'd done it. Peter. And Peter had tossed him back in jail without even trying to find the truth. That hurt. Good, strong Peter had just accepted Fowler's so called evidence and sent him away.
He should have known better. He should never have trusted Peter. He should have kept his distance.
He should just chuck it all and get the Hell out of New York. This city was obviously toxic. Find Kate and retire on an island somewhere. Moz could come too.
He knew even as he thought it that he wouldn't do it. He had to prove that he hadn't taken the diamond. He hadn't even known it was in the city which was embarrassing really but oh, well. He'd prove to Peter that he hadn't done it and then he'd blow town. He couldn't stay here and see that traitor every day.
He'd miss El. He'd miss her a lot. But she'd take Peter's side and believe he'd stolen the diamond. She was Peter's wife and she was loyal so she'd believe Peter and Fowler and forget that they were even friends.
Neal let the anger grow. Furious was better than heartbroken and betrayed. It always had been and this was a lesson that he should have remembered. Trust was never a good thing for him. People always threw it back in his face. Always.
