[Dead Poets Society] The power of a barbaric yawp
Title: Operation: Screw the
Which Series: White Collar
Rating: PG
Genre: comedies
Character: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Diana Lancing, Clinton Jones
Pairing: PeterxElizabeth (implicit )
Warning: SPOILER (mild)
Word Count: 903
Notes: This show is giving me the head and the end of episode 2 of the second series killed me. Neal starts jumping with the offending photo is a must XD humming. The fic still stands more or less in the second set, at the right time, in a random in the city of New York. Clear, eh *_*"?
However this time the slash is not really ... even if it is implied that these two love each other and stuff *_*".
Disclaimers: The characters in White Collar are the rightholders.
Flashfic based on the episode 2x02 - Need to know
Tic-tac.
Time passed, and relentless bastard.
lungs demanded air and legs were becoming increasingly heavy.
did not know how much longer he could keep that pace, but she was young damn it!, Had managed to get away for three whole years close to chase the FBI (at the insistence of Peter!) And was convinced to have enough breath to do it the last few kilometers away from the place designated for the operation "Which the Screw." Squeeze
While the suitcase and tried to find the strength to move forward. He thought of Peter, the fact that everyone was waiting and could not disappoint the Bureau. Not when, by the success of the operation would depend on the approval of Peter.
had to endure just another few minutes.
Then everything would be over.
the place designated, the feds had already prepared the first preparation, but without the briefcase he was carrying all that Neal was useless.
Jones shook his head, resigned, bringing his hands to his neck almost entirely shaved.
"It will in time ..." he muttered through clenched teeth.
Curse.
But when the agents were about to throw in the towel, the voice of the forger echoed in the room and showed her figure at the door: "There, there!"
Diana was the first to run in counter.
'Neal, finally! Is it possible that you always get the last moment? "
joined him in his eyes and tried a test that would allow her to understand that he was able to follow the plan.
"Just in time, eh?" Neal was panting, but this did not prevent him to show a smile full of arrogant satisfaction. He had it made, did not count anything else.
"Hurry, time is short."
few minutes later, all the pieces that were used to complete the operation were going to their place thanks to the pieces of an enormous photograph that Neal had hidden in my briefcase. Every detail matched like a puzzle-even Mozzie would have approved the perfection with which all the pieces were by joining-up and approached the tricky part: the end.
flattened against the wall and hid behind the door, trying to pick up any noise from the stairs, Jones was on alert. Before long, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the room. The man who had been waiting
had arrived.
"In Position."
gave the signal and the staff held their breath, instinctively bringing his hands to holster guns, even though they knew perfectly well that, this time for joy-of-Neal, was not necessary for any weapons.
When the man came out of hiding agents surrounding it to prevent any escape.
Feeling trapped, drew the pistol pointing in order ahead of him, with the barrel pointed straight-straight between the eyes and swallowed a Neal: "I swear that was not my idea!"
front of him , pistol in hand, the special agent Peter Burke stared in disbelief and his colleagues behind them, the huge photography that cover almost the entire wall and withdrew with those awful mustache that the forger had defined the Mario Bros .
and colored in red letters, below the photo, the phrase stood out: Happy Bday, Boss.
"What are you thinking?" Was the only thing that Peter was able to gasp, before a wave of "Happy Birthday" to overwhelm him in full, leaving him stunned for a moment, bit by bit, however, her lips began to curl in his typical smile that would also bring the right eye to shrink, the head to recline a few degrees and thin lips to open.
"Okay, it was a nice surprise." granted, thanking those present with a single look, then go back to look at the shameful blow. Began to have a nasty feeling that at any moment, the ceiling would fall to defeat dozens of mushrooms by jumping on them, but pretended to nothing.
"So who do I thank for the photo, eh?" He asked and, simultaneously, all the agents found themselves agreed to take a step back and give the young forger, the only one that stood still, smiling nervously, on wonder where were the emergency exits.
"Neal." Peter spoke, enunciating the letters one by one.
"Peter." Blew the younger.
"I had to guess."
"You say that you need is a" hundred of these days, "to make you forgive me?" The Federal
paused, pretending to think about it, but when you look found that rascal of a counterfeiter, the answer was obvious.
No. "
" I was afraid. In my defense, I can say that Diana was to propose to have it printed so big. "He lied and it earned him a silent threat to the woman as Peter sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling, finding that even covered with horrific photographs Bros! Peter.
"When you tell him to El, as a minimum I will ride, too."
"Oh Peter, do not worry, I'm already I think. "purred slyly Neal, focusing of the camera phone to the man and then making a brief overview of the place," Take care, Elizabeth, you can just turn up. "chuckled the woman who finally had to respond with video and a laugh and a "Peter, I do not understand why you wanted to burn all of the other photos in which you had a mustache, you were so ... ♥ cute! "
" What? What ... Ma .. and that when you pulled out? Neal! And stop back! Elizabeth, stop answering calls to Neal and you stop to call my wife! I just said! No, no pictures! Caffrey, "
There was no doubt the operation the Screw Which was a complete success.
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