|Knockin on Heaven's Door
Author: Six-Helix PM
When someone from Neal's past shows up, Neal finds himself knocking on the door he isn't ready to see yet.Rated: Fiction M - English - Suspense/Hurt/Comfort - Neal C. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 8,591 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 05-18-10 - Published: 03-19-10 - id: 5828727
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Knockin' on Heaven's Door
I do not own White Collar.
It had started just as any day should start, pretty calm. Well except for the nagging at the back of Peter's mind, usually that nagging was given by Neal but there was something else lurking back there. He was biting his lip as he waited for Caffrey to show up, he was late not something that the young con usually was. Peter sighed and stood up moving out of his office and over to the rail of the small platform that overlooked the bullpen of the white collar crime offices. Everything seemed in place, everyone was moving in the rhythm associated with working in close proximity with the same people for a while. It was smooth, easy, it was completely right but why then did it feel so wrong?
The vibrating of his phone in his pocket brought him from his thoughts and he looked at the caller id long enough to know it was Neal, "Caffrey you better get your ass…" There was no response on the other end of the line, no witty remark, no breathing, nothing. "Neal?" He waited a second before leaning over the rail, "Jones pull up Caffrey's tracking data." Now he was going back to the phone, "Neal? Are you alright?" Still nothing and then there was a grunt, then what sounded like a pop and the phone had gone dead.
Now he knew why he'd felt so wrong, something was wrong. He leaned into his office, grabbed his shoulder holster with his gun and his jacket and slipped them on as he moved to Jones' desk. "Let's see it already." The tracking data pulled up, the GPS dot that represented Neal was moving slowly in the direction of his own home. "Get a unit out to my house, we'll move to intercept on the way there. Let's go, something isn't right." Peter grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed his wife.
"Hey honey, I was just thinking about you."
"El, are you home?"
"Yeah, what's wrong Peter?"
"Something isn't right with Neal, we're following his anklet and it shows he's going to the house. If he comes to the door, just wait until the unit rolls up. I don't want you taking any chances."
"What do you mean taking any chances, Peter its Neal he wouldn't do anything to…"
"I know, just trust me alright?"
"Alright, I'll call you if he comes to the door."
He let out a breath and disconnected the call; this wasn't a good day after all.