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Title: Trust me
Series: White Collar
Rating: PG-14
Genre: Action
Character: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey
Pairing: PeterxNeal (pre-slash )
Prompt: White Collar, Peter Burke x Neal Caffrey, "Trust me."
Word Count: 965
Disclaimers: White Collar 's characters are the rightholders.
Fic written for Fanon! Fest @ FW.it

"Trust me."
He had said, with a mischievous smile and shining eyes and mischievous child, giving the impression that those eyes contain all existing shades of blue and know more about the unmentionable.
He had made simple.
Trapped like a rat, surrounded by a whole team of the FBI Violent Crimes division and that of the White Collar, the researcher pointed the gun at the head of a hostage, growling because "I want that bastard dressed as a dandy I return my fucking diamonds. "
But Neal had smiled as though there were nothing to worry about.
Although this time it was one of the bad guys that men usually hunted Burke, this was a real bad one that had killed and dismembered his victims after they swallow the jewelry stolen .
This was a monster.
A monster that we had a death in the young con man, he was able to scrub.
E Neal asked him to trust him.
"Okay."
He did.
had trusted.
It did not make it pleasant. The narrow shoulder
Neal, who had instinctively caught in his own hand, had slowly dissolved and the fingers were glides along the Italian suit, maintaining contact for longer than necessary, until the tip of his fingers had not found the back of the crook. Then the boy was advanced and Peter found himself only to tighten the gap with a lump in his throat, a bad feeling that wound in the head and the lips firmly to order him not to avoid bullshit, to go back and sit in the safely behind him, where the agent could protect him better. Instead
had left to go.
he always did, only to believe the words of Elizabeth.
Neal Trust for once, you may find that will not disappoint.
"Damn, Neal ..." was the last which had blown away, along with the breath, before hearing a single shot to shot that made his blood run cold.
front of their eyes, Neal's body fell to the ground, while a bullet reached him straight in the chest.
A lot would have done the same noise.
would fall the same way.
But would not hurt ...
not heard the second shot, exploded by the guns in order of the FBI, which had centered in the middle of the head of the person sought, too busy to get rid of the hassle of dandy that he had started talking to him to reason with him. Do not even heard the voices of the officers shouting "Man down! Man on the ground. " For a moment
world stopped turning.
Trivially. A moment
long time to do so trudging toward the body lying on the ground, while the smell of Ferruginous blood dripping from the head of the requested invaded smell.
'Neal ... Do not do this ... "Peter whispered through his teeth, putting on him, kneeling down beside her and opening his eyes to the dark hole that the bullet had opened in waistcoat gray boy. Fucked up one of his beloved Devore.
stretched hands, rushing to unbutton the garment and do the same with the shirt, with the fury of a desperate, blasting one button after another, getting lost along the sidewalks of a road blocked by cops and FBI. Until
a deep breath of the living world is not reported in the young con man, the exact moment when Peter's fingers touched the body armor.
The jacket! God, that was stupid to forget to put averglielo made by Jones!
"I hate guns, always find ways to hurt you ..." muttered the younger, groaning with the pain of the bullet that pushed strongly reinforced his jacket against his chest, shaking him.
He sat down, helped by the agent, naked, and then try to focus on the situation, note the figure of the woman taken hostage who marched unharmed and the FBI together with the men guilty on the ground, in a pool of blood.
wrinkled his nose, quickly averting his eyes, disgusted, encountering the frown of Peter. This was enough to revive a broad smile, roguish, gleaming white teeth and eyes of blue, the smile of a breath-taking.
"Since Peter? I told you he would win the hearts, "said proud to have guessed.
Peter nodded, more out of a conditioned reflex that the sentence of the crook.
continued to keep the frown and scowl turned to him and finally stood up, holding the youngest to help him do the same, while the other rested against his neck, pushed affectionately. Broke away soon after, with a pouting child buff who turned and gave him the air of having offended by something, maybe for being so stupid to worry about.
"I swear I'll never trust you more." He hissed, pointing the finger at Neal.
"Come on, everything went as expected, no?"
"As expected, my eye! First of all you should not have to exchange the diamond last night and, second, that could kill you. Do you know what? That I would lose ... "he stopped suddenly, realizing what he was saying.
"Me?" Ventured another.
perfectly centered point.
Peter shook his head.
"Work, Neal, spoke of the work. Then wait and hope that I trust more. "
Neal sighed, swallowing his disappointment.
"I'll talk about it next time." Uttered, pretending nothing.
"Oh, no-no-no-no-no. NO. I know that look and I can already tell you now that there will be no next time. "
" But I say yes. "Opened his eyes wide-Gods, was the world in those two eyes only! - Widening the smile until show your teeth white and straight "Trust me."
Damn, he had remade!
front of those eyes and that smile, that Peter could not capitulate. Again.