White Collar owns em all! -except Jamie :P-
Just letting you guys know, thanks for the feedback! I have fixed the layout!
"So what's your radius right now?" Jamie asked as they walked hand-in-hand down the street.
Neal stopped, "Well, it was probably back at the FBI building doors, but I can stretch it."
Jamie looked at Neal, "I don't want you getting in trouble..."
"I won't! I promise, besides this is the happiest I've been in a while, Peter really shouldn't complain."
Jamie raised her eyebrows, "I make you happy?"
Neal leaned in and kissed Jamie softly, "Yes, you do make me happy. Its so easy with you, I don't feel like I have to put up any kind of mask, or play a certain part. Its different then it was with..."
Neal's eyes glazed over, brought back to the day at the airport, "Neal? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."
"You miss her, don't you?"
"Jamie..."
"Neal, I want to know, talking about it helps, I promise."
"Yeah, I miss her, but it gets a little easier everyday, its just hard not to think about her with the nightmares..."
"Do they happen a lot?"
"Once a week, maybe more, its not as bad as it was right after it happened, Mozzie would have to stay and make sure I didn't scream too loudly..."
"Oh Neal, if you want me to...I could stay..."
"Jamie...you really don't have to, biting a pillow works for me..." Neal laughed bitterly, but Jamie looked at Neal worriedly, for the first time noticing the bags under his eyes.
"I'm coming tonight."
"But you don't know if I'll have a nightmare..."
"You're right, I don't, but its better safe than sorry."
Neal sighed, defeated, it would feel good to fall asleep one night knowing some would be there to hold you when you woke up from a nightmare. He nodded, "Okay, I'll see you tonight, but you better bring a movie."
Jamie hugged Neal and walked down the street, "You know it! Actually, I think I'll bring more than one."
Later...
"Checkmate," Neal said as he made his final move on the chessboard.
Mozzie groaned, "How do you always come back from behind?"
Neal flashed a smile, "Mozzie you need the skill I have to always win."
"You don't always win..."
"Oh really? And when was the last time you won?"
"I...uh..." Mozzie was about to answer when the doorbell rang.
Neal jumped up, "Thats her! Mozzie, please be good okay?"
Moz stood up, "Neal, when am I never good?"
Neal rolled his eyes and looked around the room making sure everything looked fine.
"Neal!" Jamie said as she walked in the door, and walked over to Neal
"Hey," he said, smiling, and taking Jamie's hand.
Mozzie looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head, rolling his eyes, his friend was becoming such a softie, "You must be Jamie, I'm Mozzie."
"Its nice to meet you, Neal has told me a little about you."
"Ah, I see...I do hope it was all good."
Jamie laughed, "Of course it was, you sound like a great friend."
Mozzie smiled and shot Neal a look, he approved, "Well I would love to stay and chat, but I really must be going. Neal we will have another game soon, and I will win."
Neal laughed, "Okay, Moz, see you later."
"It was nice meeting you!" Jamie called after Mozzie.
"So," Neal said after shutting the door, "what shall we do now?"
"Well, as promised, I brought two movies, but we can do whatever you want."
"I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you're staying...all night."
"Neal...get used to it," she said smiling.
After they had finished the first movie and moved on to the second, Jamie took out her sketchbook. Neal looked at her quizzically.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just don't understand how you can sketch and watch the movie at the same time. I've always needed complete silence when I'm working."
"I've always found it easier to concentrate on something if there was at least a little background noise. When I was kid, I used to play music while I did my homework, or read when the TV was on. It drove my parents crazy."
"Thats interesting, I've always needed quiet, or at least no deliberate background noise."
"Well, our minds all work differently, but its how they connect is important."
"You sound like Mozzie."
"I'm allowed to be philosophical sometimes, too."
Neal leaned forward and reached for the remote, pausing the movie. "Can I see your sketches?"
Jamie smiled, "Sure," and she flipped to the first page of the sketchbook. "You know this sketch book goes back to my freshman year in high school. My teacher said I should sketch at least once a week, and I have ever since. Whenever I fill up all the blank pages, I add more. I always buy bags big enough to hold my sketchbook because I can't go anywhere without it." Jamie preceded to flip slowly through the pages, pointing out a few important ones along the way.
"This one looks like me."
Jamie smiled at the final drawing, a man in a suit and hat was standing on the street with his head down. "Yeah, it is...you. I drew it the morning after we met."
"Oh, did you now," Neal said, leaning forward and placing Jamie's sketchbook on the coffee table. Neal continued leaning in and so did Jamie, until their lips finally connected. They kissed for a little, but when Neal deepened it Jamie pulled away. Confusion and hurt crossed Neal's face."Neal, no, it's not that. I want to kiss you more, a lot, but you're not ready for...for..."
Neal sighed, "Your right. How do...how do you know me better than I know myself and we've only known each other for a week?"
Jamie smiled, "I know you've had a broken heart for the past year, and its only started mending recently. It won't be good for either of us if we move too quickly."
Neal nodded and rubbed his eyes.
"Neal? Do you want to go to bed?"
He shook his head, "Why don't you show me you're sketches some more?"
AN: Thanks for the help with the set-up! Hopefully this is easier to read and I will hopefully fix the previous chapters eventually too!
Chapter 7 up soon! Please R&R! Thanks! :)