Hey guys! Sorry this chapter/prologue thing really stinks. I promise the story will get SO MUCH better. I just need to get into it a bit and I wanted some feedback first. I'll be working on the next chapter and should be up soon, maybe tonight, but I'll be MIA this week so…no new updates until Saturday at the soonest. R&R please and…don't judge too harsh yet. I'm kinda going through writer's block a bit and this is also me getting into the story…so…READ :DD

9:00 a.m.

The rain pattered on the road and pooled on the sidewalk as a man in a suit and fedora entered the FBI building.

Neal Caffrey nodded to the secretary at the front desk and flashed one of his dazzling smiles to her and she smiled back and waved to him, like every morning. He continued to the elevator that would take him up to the White Collar Division of the FBI where, no doubt, Agent Peter Burke would be waiting in his office with his cup of coffee and a stack of files on his desk. Like everyday.

The elevator came to a halt with a slight jerk and the doors slid silently open to reveal a bustling FBI floor. Neal didn't know what was going on, but he'd soon find out as he pulled open the glass doors and entered the office.

He walked over to his desk, put his coffee down, and hung his jacket and hat on the back of his chair. With a few swift clicks the computer whirred to life and began to boot up. Neal glanced up to Peter's office expecting to see him looking over a folder with his coffee in his hand, but instead the office was vacant. But the conference room next to it was full of people and Neal suspected that's where he would find him.


Neal walked into the glass conference room and spotted his friend on the other side of the long table. He maneuvered his way through the people bustling about with papers and files.

Peter had a look of distress and weariness plaguing his face. A multitude of files were open in front of him and he was looking at them over and over again. Diana was next to him, at the head of the table, on a laptop with headphones. She pressed them to her ears trying to drown out the din of the small conference room.

What is going on here? Neal thought.

"What is going on here?" He may as well put his questions into words. He'd get no answers if he didn't inquire. He knew that from experience. Peter glanced up from his files to greet Neal.

"Good. I'm glad you're here. You can help," Peter said, turning his attention back to the open folders.

"Well….I might be able to, if somebody told me what is going on." Neal motioned to the over-crowded room. Peter rubbed his eyes with one hand.

"It would be absolutely wonderful if you went and got me a cup of coffee," he pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down. "You know how I like it." He looked up and Neal.

"Really? Something important is going on and you want me to help…by getting you a coffee?"

"I'll tell you all about the case when you get back."

"Fine." And Neal began to weave his way back through the throng of agents and researchers. Finally, he reached the door and made his way downstairs to the machine. Thoughts raced through his head as he brewed Peter's coffee.

What is going on up there? I've never really seen the floor this busy over one case. It's gotta be something big. Maybe… Neal thought of what could send the office running around like this, but nothing came to mind. He continued to think about the whole situation while he returned to the conference room.

He had just about reached the door when he noticed something was much different than before. Neal pulled the door open and he realized that nobody was talking. Everyone in the room had stopped dead and was looking at Peter. He had a phone held up to his ear.

"No. Adler. You will talk to me," Peter said in a calm yet forceful tone. Neal tensed at the sound of Adler's name. Peter paused as he listened to the demands on the other line. The tension in the air was palpable and everyone seemed to lean in, as if they wanted to listen in on their conversation. Peter's face contorted into one of surprise mixed with a bit of suspicion.

"Why do you want to talk to Neal?" Suspicion laced his voice. Every eye in the room turned to look at Neal Caffrey who stood halfway in the door. He was so shocked by Peter's words he almost dropped the coffee in his hand.