Hi everyone…. Thank you all those super rare 3 kind souls that reviewed.
To NyahReidWhumper xD… I AM SO SORRY! I know that all the tense are wrong… I will do my best to make it more accurate? Ya I'll do my best to clear all my mistakes… No guarantee though… This is my biggest weakness in English. Or so my teachers say T_T.
Now Kudos to the writers of White Collar, Man, it sure is hard to figure all the character out.
I overlap Neal's and Anastasia's POV… I don't know if it was good or not…
Kindly review
(Do you guys even read the authors note?)
Peter was pissed. He glared at the landlord before looking at his watch, "The warrant will be here any minute."
"Well, I won't let you in even if the warrant will be here in any second. Get it and show it to my face, Agent." The landlord rolled his eyes and continued reading his newspaper, ignoring him, an FBI agent.
Peter clenched his fist and walked out of the building to wait for the warrant, if not he might be sued for attacking a civilian.
Peter sometimes wished he was Neal.
If he was Neal, he would not have to obey rules... Well not really but at least he could have conned his way in and get everything over with. If he was Neal, he would have smiled his way into the room and still leave with a smile still on his face.
Sure his badge is useful sometimes… But when it comes to dealing stubborn fat assholes like the landlord, a badge is like waste paper.
But he was not Neal… And Neal was not with him.
He sighed heavily. He remembered asking Jones to find out who had stayed in the room opposite of Neal. Jones came back with horrible news.
The room was rented to a Russian Mob leader, Surgei. He knew Keller had some dealings with the Russian Mob and had owed them a lot of money, and if Keller somehow managed to implicate Neal into it then Neal would be in grave danger.
Peter sighed again.
Theory, theory… he had nothing but theories. Where was the evidence? If he had not enough evidence then everyone would believe that Neal had run… Or they wanted to believe that he had run than to admit that someone had managed to hack into their 'invincible' system. Peter gritted his teeth; the higher ups had always pissed him off with their biasness.
"Boss! The warrant is here!" Jones called out, snapping Peter out of his thought.
"Finally! I waited two days for it." Peter muttered.
"There was not enough evidence. Not to mention the higher up wants to believe that Neal ran." Jones said with disgust.
Peter grabbed the warrant and marched into the building, nearly throwing it at the landlord's face.
"There! Now may I enter?" Peter glared.
"Ah…eh hem… Here you go." The owner cleared his throat and stood up, holding up the keys; his fats started leaking out of his tiny singlet. Wait even when he was sitting down it was already leaking. Peter snatched the key out of the landlord's hand and marched up to the room. His guts seem to tell him that something was wrong with the landlord but he decided to deal with it later.
"Is Diana coming?" Peter asked, trying to distract himself from his own thoughts.
"Yea. She is on her way." Jones replied.
"I may just investigate about this place and its dealings when this is all over." Peter muttered, as he slipped the key into the keyhole, giving it a gentle twist, pushed the door open.
"I'll be damn…." Jones whispered.
Peter stood frozen at the doorway.
"Boss!" Diana called out as she walked towards them, "Oh god!" she exclaimed when saw the room
Neal was painting,
Neal was playing chess,
Neal was reading,
Neal was forging a bottle,
Neal was drinking coffee,
Neal was changing,
Neal was sleeping,
Everything was Neal.
In the middle of a room was a table and on the table was a letter.
The was for him.
He picked up the letter with trembling fingers,
Dear Agent Peter Burke. Thank you for helping me obtained my beloved art piece. Please do not worry; the art piece will be safe in my care.
Love,
A
"Well they sure are devoted…" Jones commented.
"Well at least now we have the evidence that Neal definitely did not run." Peter responded, "Let's get our people here to get prints… And in the meanwhile, let's have a little chat with the landlord."
Neal finally knew why Anastasia wanted him to wear cloth and nothing else. Whatever country he was in, was cold like hell, not to mention he would stick out like a sore thumb. He had tried to leave the room only to retreat back; the whole corridor was like an ice kingdom.
He once again explored the room, only this time he made sure he checked every tiny little detail and he found out that parts of the wall could be removed, it revealed a window. They had covered all of the windows with wooden boards...Not a smart way of hiding a window. He figured that he was at the third floor considering the height and there was nothing soft to fall on so there was no way he could simply jump down...for now.
He studied the scenery; there was a long empty snowy path before reaching a road. There was a forest at the right side of the house. He closed his eyes and started planning an escape if he ever reached outside of the house.
When he opened his eyes he saw a black car was parked in front of the house, Anastasia stepped out of the car and practically ran into the house. Neal had a pretty good idea where she was headed.
He immediately fixed the board back to its original place and poured himself a cup of coffee before gulping down half of it. He then took out a piece of paper and drew a picture as fast as he could before sitting in a relaxed position. He lifted the cup and waited.
The door flew open as Anastasia came running in.
"Neal! I miss you!" She hugged him tightly, nearly causing him to spill the coffee.
"I see you made yourself comfortable." She commented flashing him a smile and inspected him.
He too flashed a smile, "You did say I could do anything I want in this room." He took the cup and sipped the coffee, "The maid… Sasha I believe, she did a great job in making the coffee."
He saw her thoughts flashed across her face before she decided to lie, "Of course… I did teach her how to make the coffee."
"Ah… No wonder the coffee taste so wonderful." He chuckled, "So what made you leave for two day?"
It was light but he saw it, a flash of anger on her face before it returned back to a smiling face, "Nothing much… it is just that Keller escaped and the FBI hunting for you like crazy."
"Wow… That's interesting." He gave an amused look. He was glad that Keller had escape… now he only can hope that Keller managed survive the cold and somehow leave the country.
"Did I mention that one of the Agents is extremely amazing when it comes to hunting me down?" Neal asked, giving her an innocent smile.
She rolled her eyes, "I have no idea why everyone kept on harping that Agent Peter Burke caught you not once but TWICE! I mean he caught you twice because of Kate." She shrugged, "Now she's gone… How is he going to find you?"
Neal paused for awhile to register her words and to take in the pain of remembering Kate before giving her a nod, "You know what… You are absolutely right."
He drank more of the coffee to calm himself down.
"So… what did the FBI found out about me?" Experience made his voice cool and calm, though he was rather hopeful and excited that Peter might had found some clues to his whereabouts.
"Let's see…" She rubbed her chin before smirking, "They think you ran."
"What?"
"Yes… they all believe you ran. You did manage to get out of your tracking anklet once." She gave him a sympathetic look, "Even Peter Burke-"
Neal cut in, "That is a lie. Peter is too smart; he would know I did not run."
She nodded, "Alright… Your trust in him is strong… Well you're correct about Peter Burke then. He found the room where I hid when spying on you today. So he knows for sure you did not run."
He silently thank the Gods that Peter really believed in him
She sighed, her face devastated, "Actually… I left the evidence…I cannot stand it when people bad mouth you. You are so exquisite, an art! Yet they call you criminal, a tool, trash… So I gave them evidence that you are taken…"
Neal gulped, "That's rather nice of you…"
"I'm all for you." And she kissed him.
Loneliness and boredom was Anastasia's feeling for the past two days. She never had wanted to leave such a priceless treasure alone. But she had to… Life just isn't fair.
She had to clear their tracks and hunt for Keller. Though Surgei said he would handle it himself but if things could proceed faster with more people, why not help?
As always life never goes as planned, Keller's trail went cold and they gave up searching for him, praying that he would somehow make a blunder that allowed them to catch hold of his location or the cold would be too much for him to handle and he would just freeze to death.
She sighed.
"Miss Anastasia." One of her men, Akim, whispered into her ears.
"Yes?" Anastasia asked, giving him a small smile.
"We just received news that Agent Burke had found the room. Our man could only delay them for two days, he coming back here now." He reported.
"That's good." She mumbled. She was actually not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. She knew that Agent Peter Burke was a smart man and would definitely notice the location where she hid when she was spying on Neal. She could have cleared all the evidence but she did not. She had heard that the police were claiming that Neal had run and she did not like it. She liked to have the credit for her hard work and she never liked anyone tarnishing Neal's name. So she left them a letter.
All that was left is to pray that she did not leave anything else behind.
She thought of Neal and once again missed him.
"I wanna go home." She whined like a five year old kid.
"Yes of course Miss Anastasia." Akim opened the car door for her giving her a wide smile.
"Thank you, and next time just call me Anastasia." She slid into the car; her thoughts were full of Neal. He always had a mask on; there was always more to him. So complicated, so interesting.
She smiled to herself, thanking the Gods for bestowing such a beautiful art to her. Well she had to work hard to get it but if he had never…
The car stopped, and Surgei entered the car.
"Surgei!" Anastasia exclaimed, giving him a hug.
"Anastasia… About Keller…" He started.
"It is fine. Don't talk about it." She waved the topic away.
"Then about the boy you got back?"
"Neal?" She raised a brow.
"Yea… Of all the con men…Why him? He is unlike others… His disappearance attracts a lot of attention."
"I know… But he is what I always wanted… We did not manage to get him when he was not caught. We could not get him when he was in jail so that is the price we had to pay for getting him now."
"Miss… Anastasia… We have arrived." Akim announced.
She immediately ran to Neal's room.
When she opened the door, she saw a Greek God. He was there sitting, relaxing with a cup of coffee and a drawing at his side.
"Neal! I miss you!" She hugged him, taking a whiff of his smell. He smelled of paint, wood and soap. She then touched half drank cup. It was still warm, and the pot of Coffee was rather full which meant that he had just started drinking the coffee. The drawing he did look more like a sketch… So he could have done it in less than a minute. So what was he doing?
"I see you made yourself comfortable." She flashed a smile and took a good look at him; the cloth that she had given him had become an art itself. He even made a belt to secure the clothes from falling.
He mirrored her smile, "You did say I could do anything I want in this room." He then took the cup and sipped the coffee, "The maid… Sasha I believe, she did a great job in making the coffee."
She froze, feeling a little jealous, she would later find out how that maid made his coffee. If he was to praise someone, it must be directed towards her so she lied. "Of course… I did teach her how to make the coffee."
"Ah… No wonder the coffee taste so wonderful." He chuckled, which is an indication that he knew she was lying, "So what made you leave for two day?"
The stupid FBI, irritating Keller and no Neal flashed through her mind, and it made her a little pissed. She quickly calmed herself down and put back her own mask, "Nothing much… it is just that Keller escaped and the FBI hunting for you like crazy."
"Wow… That's interesting." His voice sounded amused,
"Did I mention that one of the Agents is extremely amazing when it comes to hunting me down?" Neal asked, looking like a little boy.
She could never understand why people always praised that agent to the skies so she rolled her eyes, "I have no idea why everyone kept on harping that Agent Peter Burke caught you not once but TWICE! I mean he caught you twice because of Kate." She shrugged, "Now she's gone… How is he going to find you?"
Neal froze for awhile before giving her a nod, "You know what… You are absolutely right."
He started drinking more coffee. She must had said something that unnerved him.
"So… what did the FBI found out about me?" His voice cool and calm, yet something in his eyes don't add up. It looked hopeful… and she wanted to smash it to smithereens.
"Let's see…" She rubbed her chin giving him a smirk, "They think you ran."
"What?" He looked horrified.
"Yes… they all believe you ran. You did manage to get out of your tracking anklet once." She wanted to know just how much does Neal trusted that Agent so she pushed her lie, "Even Peter Burke-"
Neal broke her sentence, "That is a lie. Peter is too smart; he would know I did not run."
His trust in Peter was strong and she liked strong, cause strong means more fun to break.
She gave him a nod to acknowledge her lie, "Alright… Your trust in him is strong… Well you're correct about Peter Burke then. He found the room where I hid when spying on you today. So he knows for sure you did not run."
He showed the hopeful look again, so she believes that it was fine for her to claim credit for that agents finding.
She gave a sighed, forcing her face to look devastated, "Actually… I left the evidence…I cannot stand it when people bad mouth you. You are so exquisite, an art! Yet they call you criminal, a tool, trash… So I gave them evidence that you are taken…"
"That's rather nice of you…" He gulped, looking so vulnerable; it made him looked ten years younger.
So she took the chance to kiss him "I'm all for you."
Well…She would not give him the world but she would do anything in the world to get him…
Okay… I don't know if this is good or not… TT Please review.