Written: 25.07.17
Words: 710
White Collar, General
“I can’t believe you would do this.” Peter was shaking his head, hands on his hips as he failed to take in some calming breathes, “We were this close to getting him!”
Neal’s hands were up in mock surrender, despite facing the agent’s back, “You’re the one who told me to go left.”
“Oh, don’t even-” Peter spun around and cut himself off. He stalked a few steps over to where his CI was standing – much too calm considering the circumstances, “Why? Why do you continue to do these things?” He studied the con-man’s face for a moment, “It can’t just be about the thrill anymore. You’ve built a life here! I don’t understand why you keep jeopardizing it!”
Neal shifted his weight, glancing down to the ground and sinking his hands into his pockets as he did so – the kind of movement the agent had come to know as the ‘before I lie to Peter’ stance – before he gave a half-shrug,“I never said I was working with him.”
“Right, it’s just a coincidence we found two of the best forged paintings in his apartment that’ve ever been discovered.”
Neal gave another half-shrug, “There’s tons of forgers in New York.”
Peter scoffed at that, “I’m not stupid, Neal.” At the twitch of the CI’s eyebrow, the agent let out a huff, “If you are helping him, I will catch you. And all this? June’s house, the 2 mile freedom, Kate? It’ll all be over. Forever.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
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