I want to apologize for a mistake I have been making. I just re-watched the pilot episode of White Collar and found out that the twenty-two-year-old art student Granddaughter of June is actually named Cindy and not Sara. I have no idea where I got the name Sara. Since this story is already wrote, I'm leaving her name as Sara in it. But future stories will have her name as Cindy.
I want to thank everyone for the kid reviews and alert, I glad people are enjoying this story. I plan on writing several more and hope you enjoy them as well.
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An hour later, Peter and Neal were once again in Peter's office. They had been researching Mitchell, trying to find out about the man and find out where he was.
"He got out of prison two months ago." Peter said. "Has not reported to his parole officer since his release."
"No family." Neal said. "No known friends. So we have nothing." He tossed the file he was reading onto the desk in frustration.
"Remember Neal." Peter said, seeing the anger in the young man's eyes. "Clear head. You won't be of any help if you lose your cool."
"I know, Peter." Neal sighed.
Just then, his phone rung and he quickly pulled it out. "Unknown number." He said. "Nick Holden." He said into the phone.
"An odd little man who called himself a broker has been asking around about a certain item that your daughter needs." A deep voice said. "How much are you willing to pay for that item?"
"Anything you want." Neal said. "Name it."
"One million."
"Done."
"Meet me in an hour at Joe's Coffee Shop on Tenth Street."
"I will be there; will you have the item with you? Time is running out."
"I will, just be sure you have the money." Then the line went dead.
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"Listen up people." Hughes said, forty five minutes later. The FBI were in an abandoned building across the street of the coffee shop. "The main focus is getting the kidney. Caffrey will make the exchange, we don't move in until Caffrey has the kidney." He looked at Neal. "Once it's clear, we'll call in the helicopter. As soon as it lands, jump in and the pilot will fly you to the hospital."
Neal nodded, grabbed the suitcase containing a million dollars, and walked out of the building. Hughes and Peter were standing at a window and saw him walking across the street towards the coffee shop.
"We just gave a million dollars to the best con artist I've ever met." Hughes said. "One that can disappear easily and quickly if he truly wanted to." Peter was about to say something, but Hughes stopped him. "I know he won't try running with it. A little girl's life is at stake. But if it was just a painting or a diamond that Caffrey was exchanging the money for, I'd be a nervous man right now."
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"Holden." A deep voice said. Neal turned to see a rather large man standing there, he was holding a cooler.
"Ready to make a trade?" Neal asked, resisting the urge to attack the man. The urge surprised Neal, he hardly ever resorted to violence. Especially when the other guy was go big. But Neal thought it would be very satisfying to knock the smug look off of his face.
Mitchell nodded to an outside table and they both sat what they carrying on top of the table.
"Two million bucks is a nice payday." Mitchell smirked.
"I thought we agreed on one million." Neal said.
"Oh, we did. And you get the kidney. But I'm collecting an addition million, plus a little revenge."
"That's none of my business." Neal said. "Let's make the exchange now."
Mitchell grabbed the briefcase, and then walked off with a huge smile on his face. The smile vanished when several armed FBI agent surrounded him with their guns drawn.
Neal grabbed the cooler and ran into the street, where to the shock of several people, a helicopter landed on the street. Neal jumped in and the helicopter immediately flew off.
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Five hours later, several people were sitting in the waiting room.
"What is taking so long?" June asked, standing up and starting to pace.
"Hey, you want them to do it right." Neal said, trying to comfort her.
"I researched this place." Mozzie said. "And Doctor Stevens. Samantha is in great hands."
Just then, they saw the doctor walking towards him.
"The surgery went even better then we expected." He said, as everyone stood up and surrounded him. "Samantha is already getting stronger. Barred any complications, we expect a full recovery. Samantha will lead the normal life of a healthy child. She'll still need to see me, but over time the visits will decrease dramatically."
"Thank you so much." June said, as the others all cheered.
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Samantha opened her eyes, a few hours later, and smiled at the sight of her Grandmother and sister standing over her bed.
"How are you feeling, Honey?" June asked, as she gently ran a hand down the little girl's cheek.
"Sleepy."
"That'll wear off." Sara said.
"Did everything go okay?" Samantha asked.
"It went just fine." June said. "You are going to be just fine."
The door opened slightly and Neal poked his head in. "Is Sammy up for some company?"
"Come on in Neal." June smiled.
The door opened all the way and Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, and Mozzie walked in. Elizabeth was carrying a colorful bouquet of flowers in a smiley face vase. She laid it on a table.
"Those are pretty, thank you." Samantha said.
"You are welcome, Honey." She said.
Peter laid a bag on the bed beside the little girl. "It's some coloring books and stuff to keep you occupied." He said. "I know how boring hospitals can be."
"Thank you, Peter." She said. "Hospitals are boring."
"I brought you a word puzzle book." Mozzie said, handing her the book. "It'll keep your mind sharp."
"Thank you Mozzie." She said. "I love these."
Neal, who had had his hands behind his back since entering, pulled out a large stuffed bear from behind his back. "Thought you'd like some company."
"Thank you Neal." She said, her smile getting bigger. "He can join our next tea party."
"Tea party?" Peter asked, smirking at Neal.
"Yeah." Samantha said. "Neal and me have fun tea parties."
"Really?" Peter asked.
Neal smiled back at the young girl, but moaned inwardly. Peter was not going to let this go.
"Do you get to wear a big floppy hat?" Peter asked the younger man with a straight and serious face.
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THE END
What do you think? I will have another story started as soon as I can.