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Summary: While working on a case involving a child trafficker, Peter gets an unexpected surprise on his door step. The adventures of our favourite little con as a child! :)
Disclaimer: Sorry folks, I do not own White Collar. So I don't own Neal. Which makes me sad.
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Peter stood there, rooted to the earth, shaking his head in disbelief. His eyes saw the little body sitting on his porch, but his brain had not yet registered how the hell this was possible. He quietly asked himself if he had gone insane. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, he even pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
"Neal?" He repeated, idiotically. His mouth remained opened after he had spoken.
The boy made a motion for Peter to close his mouth. "Momma says it's not nice."He added. When Peter did so, he continued.
The teenie child pointed an ittie-bittie finger to his white dress shirt, where his chest would be."I, Ne-el Caf-ery. "
He reached out and touched Peter's pajama clad leg. He patted it twice before stating, "You Pe-er. You gave me, my shiny li-te. " His tiny hand moved from Peter's leg and grasped the cuff of his pat leg, slowly pulling it up, in a surprisingly graceful fashion for a toddler. He turned his foot from left to right, to ensure that Peter would receive the full view of the tracking anklet.
"See?" He asked dragging out the final letter of the word. "I was not a good boy, so you gave me my shiny li-te. I like it, it helps me not be sca-red of bad guys at bed-time." He carefully rolled his pants back down.
Peter chuckled to himself. The child's speech was adorable.
Peter knelt and sat down next to the child on the stone step. He observed the child, who in turn watched him, as he prepared to ask Neal a question. "How'd you get here, buddy?" He asked softly.
Neal's eyes roamed the streets a head of them. He seemed to be thinking long and hard about this question, for his face contorted as if he was in pain. His tiny red tongue stuck out of his mouth as he pondered the question.
"I… I donno!" He said finally, his blue eyes filing with tears. He twisted his tie dejectedly. "Is all dark, and sca-ry. I don like it! " He reached out and grabbed Peter's leg, which caused Peter to wobble unsteadily. His little eyes were firmly shut behind their thick lashes in terror.
Peter sighed, worried that he had made him cry, so he quickly tried to comfort him. "It's okay, little guy." He patted the little boy's shoulder.
Neal reached out his arms again towards Peter in that wordless request to be held. This time, Peter complied. He scooped his mini-sized con into his strong arms, and swung open the heavy oak door.
"Come on, Let's see if Elle made us some breakfast." He said, stepping into his house. He gave Neal his index finger to hold onto while he made his way to the kitchen. Tiny fingers met a larger, rougher one in a silent bond.
His eyes lit up like a child in a candy shop. "Elle?" He repeated. "Does Elle have pan-cakes?" He asked, his face breaking into one of his signature Charming Caffrey Smiles.
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"Hon? Is that you? I have been calling you for the past twenty minutes." She said, her back turned to the pair. Instead, she was focused on the bacon, sizzling in the grease filled black pan.
"Yeah, sorry, it's me." He motioned for Neal to be quiet by putting a finger to his lips. Neal quickly imitated the motion, and slapped a hand over his tiny mouth, in compliance. "Hon, is it alright that I brought a plus one to breakfast?" He asked, barely containing the laugh that threatened to blow his cover.
Elle finally turned, her face full of confusion. Once her eyes took in Peter holding a baby in his arms, she understood. He could see his wife's heart melting inside her chest. Her face shone with happiness, and Peter knew at once his wife had fallen victim to the tiny boy adorable persona, just as he had.
"Oh, gosh! " She gasped, her blue eyes twinkling. "Who's this little cutie?" She asked, briskly walking past the counter to meet her husband. The bacon popped in protest behind her, seeing as though it had been abandoned for something far more interesting.
Neal, whom had been sitting quietly with a hand over his mouth, raised a hand.
"Yes?" Peter asked.
He took his hand off his mouth. "Can I speak now?" He questioned before slapping a hand back over his mouth, as if there was something in there that he did not want released.
"Yes, you may speak." He said, smiling. He patted the little boy's back again.
Neal turned, his face lit up with happiness again. He outstretched his arms towards Elizabeth. "Hi, Elle!" He said, practically shrieking. Neal all but jumped out of Peter's arms and bounced into hers.
She steadied the squirming child in her arms, before looking him over. Her husband laughed.
"Neal?" She asked, with the same disbelief in her voice that Peter's had.
His head bobbled in confirmation. "Yes, I Ne-el!" He wrapped his arms around Elle's neck and buried his face inside Elle's brown hair.
Elle looked at her husband with a smile on her face. She gently stroked the con's messy hair and giggled. "Hi, honey! Do you want breakfast?"
Neal pulled away to look at Elle, his face serious. "Do you have pan-cakes?"
She looked back at him. She put a finger the the side of her lips and said, "Well that depends. Is their a certain little boy that want's to help me?" She asked, grin spreading wider across her face.
Neal looked all around him. Then the answer hit him, his mouth forming an 'o' in realization. He raised his hand, flailing all around in Elle's embrace. "I do! I do!" He nearly shouted.
"Well alright then. Let's go little monkey!" She said, laughingly. She turned to smile at her husband before carrying the little boy over to the fridge to prepare his beloved pancakes.
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Alright so there is the premier chapter. In the next one you can definitely expect a chaos in the Burke kitchen and a bathtub fiasco. :) More to come soon, and it will come faster if you review! :)
Cheers, Neille! :)