I don't own White Collar.
It was a hot summer day. New York streets were the usual multitude. Splashes of fountains and multinational hubbub filled the heavy air.
Time has stopped in a hangar in the city outskirts. A little plane was ready to take off. Only two male voices disturbed the silence:
You said goodbye to everyone but me. Why?
I dunno.
Yeah, you do. Tell me.
I don't know. Okay?
Why?
You know why.
Tell me!
'Cause you're the only one who could change my mind.
Younger man's eyes turned either to one of the plane windows, where a woman's profile outlined, or to his interlocutor. He threw the sac over his shoulder and went to the plane. The older one looked worried… His friend's dream to be happy with the girl that he loved was about to come true. A dream about which he had broken all rules and had stolen a priceless music box…
Neal Caffrey, that was the name of elegant man, entered the plane. His blue eyes pierced the girl reading a book on a seat. The way he was looking at her showed that she could have only one name – Kate Moreau…
We take off? – asked she cheerfully.
Kate, look – even before he had finished the sentence Neal knew that this conversation would be difficult - I began to build a life here.
A life fragile as a tower of cards – the brief comment was
A tower of cards about which you have an important role…
As its destroyer – inserted the woman angrily.
No …. As its top – its ace.
Do you really turn down to set off on an amazing exotic island?
And while we are relaxing on the beach enjoying the azure sea, we suddenly hear "FBI! Don't move!"
You know they cannot find or catch us!
They no. But Peter can.
Are you afraid?
No, of course. I just got fed up with the game of cat and mouse.
Neal Caffrey… A model citizen – Kate's laughter was nervous – a FBI's puppy…
The best cons could be done near the lair of the leon… Kate, I don't have the money of Nick Halden, the only thing I own is the day- dreaming of Neal Caffrey…
The day-dreaming is what has always fascinated me! Well… I've never loved Nick Halden… I wanted fun and would have stayed with him only a year or two… But Neal Caffrey is…. Different!
With?
None of my ex-boyfriends has ever made me a declaration of love while he is breaking a safe…
What are you reading? – Neal asked.
The life of Neal CaffreyAn interesting novel! You never know what is going to happen…
How does the next chapter begin?
With a kiss in a hangar – the smile has returned.
Mademoiselle Moreau – said the conman offering gallantly a hand.
Oui, Monsieur Caffrey…
Peter paced the hangar nervously. It has been five minutes … and he saw the couple walking toward him gracefully. Then there were flames… The plane exploded. The most intelligent man he has ever seen was dead with his loved one… Peter rushed forward without thinking that he could get injured. He hardly noticed them through the smoke-screen – sitting on the ground..
You both ok? – asked he worriedly.
The question was left without answer because they were busy exchanging a passionate kiss…
A… Peter. A result of too much love chemistry – Neal joked pointing with eyes the smoke spiral dashing towards the sky…
Agent Burke would you pick us at home – begged Kate innocently.
Such kids – muttered Peter walking to the car.
Fallen in love – the cheerful answer was
Their clothes might be damaged, they might have minor injuries but the birds in love didn't stop chatting the whole way. Listening them, the FBI agent thought what calm relationship he had had with Elizabeth.
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I have come up with some other stories with Kate. Do you want them?