White Collar
Chapter One: Callen
(Aug 22nd 1994 - Miami Hope Hosptial - Miami, Flordia.)
"Congrations, Neal! It's a girl!" The mother of his new born child said when he walked into the room.
Neal noticed the new born was in a glass crib feet away from the mother. "What's her name?" Neal asked.
"I don't know." She anwsered. "I don't care, Neal. It's your choice." She looked away from Neal.
Neal walked towards the new born. She was smiling. "She's beatiful." He whispered. "Hi, little sweetheart. Little angel." Neal saw himself in the little girl.
A male nurse came in. "You must be the father." He said. "Did you two name her yet?"
Neal looked back at the little baby and she smiled back, the she giggled. Neal thought about names before this, and now he was doing it again. "Her name is Callen Hope. Callen Hope Caffery."
"Orginal." The nurse said.
"Can I hold her?" Neal asked. She looked so fragile, he didn't know if he could hold her or not.
The nurse laughed. "Of course, you can hold her." He ent by the crib and picked up baby Callen up. She started to cry. "I think she wants her father." He handed Callen to Neal.
"I don't even know how to do this." Neal said looking at tiny Callen. "I am going to love this little girl forever."
"I'll be right back and bring you a bottle."
"A bottle?"
(Sep 2nd 2010 - Rome, Italy - 11:21 pm)
The American teenager sat in a dark house alone. She wasn't scared or at least that's what her face said.
She stood up when she heard four group of foot steps. coming her way. "Hope!" An Italian guard screamed.
She stood at the cell doors; four people stood on the other side of it. There was one Italian Marshall, who caught her from pure luck, one Italian guard and two very flimar American Marshalls. Marshall Mann and Mary O'Connell. "I wish I knew you were coming." She said to the Marshalls. "I would of brought some ine. Red, right, Mary?"
Mary took a step behind Marshall.
"Callen. I'm surpised. Your in trouble again. But stealing. Tobbing a bank for almost two billion dollars." Marshall said.
"What's going to happen to me?"
"I'm bringing you back to New York." He said. "Your father is out of prision. I think it will be best for you stay with him. He's the only person, I think you can stay with."
"Really?" She smirked. "What do I have to do, Marshall?"
"Well, you can tel me where the money is and you are free to leave to New York."
"What's the catch?"
"The catch is...you can't come back to Italy. That means you can't see your mom, Callen."
"So my choice is New York or prision?" She asked and Marshall shooke his head no. "Alright. New York here I come." She laughed.
"First thing first, Callen, where's the money?" Marshall asked. "If I get the money today. You walk out of here, today with Mary and I."
"Ok." She said, folding her hands together.
(New York City, New York - Sep 4th 2010 - 11:00 am - Neal Caffery's 'Apartment')
"I got your mail." Mozzie said walking into Neal's apartment. "You have two new post cards."
"Where from?" Neal asked.
"Ravenna, Italy and Rome, Italy."
"Let me see."
Mozzie handed them over. "Same handwritting. What does it say? Do you know?"
"One's empty but the one from Ravenna says, 'Ciao. Tutta la stampa ha parlato molto di quel fatto, mio e tu. Ho tanta nostalglia dell' United States, Con la massima stima." Neal red in Italian.
"I don't speak Italian, Neal. What does it mean?" Mozzie aked.
"Hi. All the newspapers have repoted this matter, me and you. I am homesick for the US. singerly yours." Neal translauted. "I don't get these post cards."
"Maybe that's the point, Neal. Who ever is sending them, wants to confuse you."
"Maybe." Neal hung up the lastest post cards along with the others he had. Then he took a seta arcoos from Mozzie. "I wish I knew who has ben sending the post cards. This has been going on for almost three and half years. All these post cards are from Eupore. I wish this mystery was such a mystrey anymore."
Neal's cellphone rang. It was Peter. "Hey, Peter." Neal anwsered and he saw from the corner of his eyes, Mozzie rolling his eyes mentioning Peter's name. "Ok. I'll be there in ten." Neal hung up the phone. "Ok, Mozzie. I have to go."
(FBI Offices - White Collar Unit - 11:32 am)
"Hey." Neal said to Peter. He handed Peter a cup of coffee. "Good moring, Peter."
"Moring. Late start today?" Peter asked.
"Yes. Sorry." Neal replied.
"OK...well, we're running late. The Historical Museum needs our help. They think they have a forgiey from Italy. Let's go. Now." Peter said.
"Ummm...OK. Let's go now." Neal said follwing Peter out of the White Collar Offices. He took one drink of his coffee and threw it out in the trash.
"Are you ok?" Peter asked Neal, after seeing him throw away a prefect cup of coffee.
"I'm alright, Peter. I just can't drink anymore caffiene. I already had three cups this moring."
"Are the nightmares back?" Peter asked.
Neal didn't want to say yes out lound, so he shooke his head yes.
Peter felt bad for the younger man. He couldn't imange waht he was going thourgh. He had nightmares, too. But they were simple compared to the one's Neal discribed to him.
Peter's nightmares were just him and his wife, Elizabeth. She was in the plane and he was feets away from her before the plane blew up in flames.
But Peter would wake up, his wife would be laying next to him and Peterknew that everything would be ok.
But for Neal, that was different. He would wake up and hoped, wished that but he would wake up alone. It broke Neal's heart even more, everytime.
Neal couldn't explain how he felt. The sadness, and the madness didn't even cover it.
(White Collar Offices - 8:27 pm)
Neal yawned as Peter and him walked in the bullpen. He stopped as his desk, looking for a piece of candy and Peter walked to his office. "Agent Burke?" A young Agent said behind him.
"Yes." He anwsered. Peter had a long day, a hard day and he wanted to grab his stuff and go home to his wife.
"There's a teenage girl in your office waiting for you."
"Ummm...thanks, Agent Smith." The young Agent walked away and Peter walked into his office.
Agent Smith was right, a young teenager sat in his office. The teenager was a darkish blondish-brownish hair with big blue eyes. She smirked and stood up. "You must be Agent Burke." She said.
"I am." Peter said. "Who are you? And why are you in my office?"
"I'm looking for someone and I know you can help me."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Him." She pointed to Neal, who was standing behind Peter. "Hi." She waved.
"You know her?" Peter asked Neal, who had a surpise look on his face. "Who is she?"
"She's..." Neal started to say.
She interuppted him. "I'm Neal's daughter."
Peter looked at her like she was crazy, then to Neal for some anwsers.