A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys. I have had no White Collar inpiration at ALL for a really long time. BUT! ALAS! The show is back and decided to write just a little. Maybe to jumpstart this again. *crosses fingers* Let's hope. R&R, you know the drill. Sorry its so short, I still kind of forced myself to write this. XD So...sorry, also, if its terrible.
"Neal! Neal!" The three year old wandered around an empty house searching for any sign of her older brother. "Where are you?"
She glanced casually around doorways just checking his usual spots. He was nowhere to be seen. Lydia looked up at the staircase and wondered if he'd gone up there. But she dismissed that thought; she would've heard the steps creak if he'd gone upstairs. Moving back to where she'd started her search she began to grow more and more scared.
"What if he actually left?" she thought, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes.
"Neal?" She whimpered. "Please come out..." Her voice echoed in the vault ceiling of the living room. Standing in the center, she began to cry, tears streaking her cheeks. "Neal?"
Neal crouched behind the door to the dining room, smirking when he heard the little girl pass by for the eighth time. He had to remind her later that she shouldn't call out 'Where are you?' during a game of hide-and-seek; no one wants to be found.
He listened hard as the footsteps retreated toward the living room. Her voice echoed down the halls, calling his name. "Neal?" The tone had changed one she'd said, and he could tell she was upset. Then her wails reached his ears and he bolted out of his hiding spot. His socks slid on the hardwood floor as he expertly flew out of the hall.
"Lydia?" He rounded the corner to see her standing in the middle of the living room, bawling her eyes out. "Lydia!"
At the sound of his voice she looked up to meet his eyes. "Lydia, what happened?" he said, concern filling his words.
"I was scared..." she said through tears.
Neal lifted her into his arms. She laced her tiny arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. "Scared? Of what?"
"That I wouldn't find you. Or that you left." Neal chuckled a bit.
"Lydia, look at me." She lifted her tear stained face to his. "I will always find you, and I will never, ever leave you alone. Understand?" She nodded.
"I love you, Neal."
He sighed. "I love you, too, Lydia."
Neal scanned through the files and information spread out on the glass conference table.
"Where are you, Lydia?"