My new WC fic
Title: Watching
Author: ckll
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Summary: Neal and Peter are watching each other since the day they met.
Beta by kajmere
WATCHING
Before…
Neal had watched Peter since that very first day outside the bank. Peter wasn’t aware because Neal knew how to stay hidden in the shadows.
The young con had managed to slip out of the grasp of the FBI agent on more than one occasion.
Just like back then… When Neal had stolen a very valuable artifact and had left Peter searching for clues.
Neal watched him from high above on a terrace over looking the street. He was mesmerized at the way Peter worked.
He thought this man would be just another dumb agent running around in circles trying to catch him. But Peter Burke wasn’t like that. Not at all.
He was smart. Neal would give him that; Peter didn’t look for the obvious. Instead he searched out the tiniest details, little things that would one way or another lead him right to Neal’s door step.
If Neal ever wanted to surrender himself, he would do it just to look Peter in the eye and shake his hand.
Peters body composure reminded him of his father, but he was most certain that this man's character had nothing to do with his father’s cruelty.
Lost in thought, Neal didn’t notice Peter’s eyes on him from the ground. Hearing his loud voice and ordering his agents to surround the buildings exits, Neal knew it was time to run again
“See you, Peter Burke.”
Peter was watching Neal since the day he caught him.
Neal wasn’t aware of it because Peter didn’t want him to know.
The agent arrested the young con and locked him away for four years.
But during this time, Peter made it part of his routine to stop by the prison to ask how Neal was doing.
The supervisor always said the same thing.
“He’s doing well.”
“He’s isn’t a trouble maker.”
“He’s quiet and he prefers to draw alone in his cell.”
Peter didn’t think that Neal being “quiet” was a good thing. Because Neal Caffrey’s mind was never quiet. Maybe he was thinking up a new job for when he was released. Peter vowed he would catch Neal again and again, if that’s what it took.
He stood by the supervisor’s office window when he saw Neal walking alone in the courtyard.
Even though he was dressed in one of those ugly orange jumpsuit like every other prisoner, Neal Caffrey was different.
He had raised his head to feel the warmth of the sun on his beautiful face.
Neal’s body composure had grace, almost fragile, like a beautiful bird with gracious wings that wanted to soar high and far.
Peter was certain that Neal wanted to fly away from that place like he didn’t belong here, or there or anywhere.
Lost in his thoughts Peter didn’t notice Neal’s eyes on him. He stepped back from the window almost panicked that Neal spotted him.
“See you Neal Caffrey.”
After…
Neal was watching Peter taking his breakfast with his wife. The glass window of their dinning room over looked the street where Neal was standing, feeling hesitant to step inside that house.
The young con had invaded several homes in his time, but he didn’t want to do that again. Not here.
He had a respect for this FBI agent. Maybe even a little more than that now.
Peter had both put him in and pulled him out of his personal jail of solitude. Before they met he felt lonely, now he was just alone.
Watching this intimacy between Peter and Elizabeth made his heart ache. He knew he would never have that.
He admired and envied it.
Maybe he wanted Peter to give him what he had lost in his life.
A father figure, an older brother, a wise friend… or a lover.
Peter’s hands on his wife’s face made Neal close he eyes and imagine that soft touch and sweet whispers in his ear.
Lost in his thoughts Neal didn’t notice Peter looking through the window at him standing there on the step.
Neal gave his best smile and opened the door.
“I’m here Peter.”
Peter was watching Neal sleeping in his big double bed.
The door was unlocked like an open invitation to him alone.
The agent was smart enough to know now how to decipher hidden messages when the two of them talked on the phone.
Neal told him he was bored. Peter translated it into loneliness.
The young con was a irresistible charmer and could have anyone his heart desired. A woman or a man.
Peter couldn’t understand why he felt this… unusual attraction to see Neal every minute of every day.
He admired Neal’s carefree attitude and envied it too.
Maybe he was a piece in his life.
A son, a younger brother, a smart friend or… a lover.
Neal’s naked arms wrapped around the silk and his velvet sleepy face make Peter close his eyes and imagine a soft kiss and a sweet whisper in his ear.
Lost in his thoughts, Peter didn’t notice Neal was awake and staring at him.
Peter smiled and stroked Neal’s hair.
“I’m here Neal.”
THE END
Author: ckll
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Summary: Neal and Peter are watching each other since the day they met.
Beta by kajmere
WATCHING
Before…
Neal had watched Peter since that very first day outside the bank. Peter wasn’t aware because Neal knew how to stay hidden in the shadows.
The young con had managed to slip out of the grasp of the FBI agent on more than one occasion.
Just like back then… When Neal had stolen a very valuable artifact and had left Peter searching for clues.
Neal watched him from high above on a terrace over looking the street. He was mesmerized at the way Peter worked.
He thought this man would be just another dumb agent running around in circles trying to catch him. But Peter Burke wasn’t like that. Not at all.
He was smart. Neal would give him that; Peter didn’t look for the obvious. Instead he searched out the tiniest details, little things that would one way or another lead him right to Neal’s door step.
If Neal ever wanted to surrender himself, he would do it just to look Peter in the eye and shake his hand.
Peters body composure reminded him of his father, but he was most certain that this man's character had nothing to do with his father’s cruelty.
Lost in thought, Neal didn’t notice Peter’s eyes on him from the ground. Hearing his loud voice and ordering his agents to surround the buildings exits, Neal knew it was time to run again
“See you, Peter Burke.”
Peter was watching Neal since the day he caught him.
Neal wasn’t aware of it because Peter didn’t want him to know.
The agent arrested the young con and locked him away for four years.
But during this time, Peter made it part of his routine to stop by the prison to ask how Neal was doing.
The supervisor always said the same thing.
“He’s doing well.”
“He’s isn’t a trouble maker.”
“He’s quiet and he prefers to draw alone in his cell.”
Peter didn’t think that Neal being “quiet” was a good thing. Because Neal Caffrey’s mind was never quiet. Maybe he was thinking up a new job for when he was released. Peter vowed he would catch Neal again and again, if that’s what it took.
He stood by the supervisor’s office window when he saw Neal walking alone in the courtyard.
Even though he was dressed in one of those ugly orange jumpsuit like every other prisoner, Neal Caffrey was different.
He had raised his head to feel the warmth of the sun on his beautiful face.
Neal’s body composure had grace, almost fragile, like a beautiful bird with gracious wings that wanted to soar high and far.
Peter was certain that Neal wanted to fly away from that place like he didn’t belong here, or there or anywhere.
Lost in his thoughts Peter didn’t notice Neal’s eyes on him. He stepped back from the window almost panicked that Neal spotted him.
“See you Neal Caffrey.”
After…
Neal was watching Peter taking his breakfast with his wife. The glass window of their dinning room over looked the street where Neal was standing, feeling hesitant to step inside that house.
The young con had invaded several homes in his time, but he didn’t want to do that again. Not here.
He had a respect for this FBI agent. Maybe even a little more than that now.
Peter had both put him in and pulled him out of his personal jail of solitude. Before they met he felt lonely, now he was just alone.
Watching this intimacy between Peter and Elizabeth made his heart ache. He knew he would never have that.
He admired and envied it.
Maybe he wanted Peter to give him what he had lost in his life.
A father figure, an older brother, a wise friend… or a lover.
Peter’s hands on his wife’s face made Neal close he eyes and imagine that soft touch and sweet whispers in his ear.
Lost in his thoughts Neal didn’t notice Peter looking through the window at him standing there on the step.
Neal gave his best smile and opened the door.
“I’m here Peter.”
Peter was watching Neal sleeping in his big double bed.
The door was unlocked like an open invitation to him alone.
The agent was smart enough to know now how to decipher hidden messages when the two of them talked on the phone.
Neal told him he was bored. Peter translated it into loneliness.
The young con was a irresistible charmer and could have anyone his heart desired. A woman or a man.
Peter couldn’t understand why he felt this… unusual attraction to see Neal every minute of every day.
He admired Neal’s carefree attitude and envied it too.
Maybe he was a piece in his life.
A son, a younger brother, a smart friend or… a lover.
Neal’s naked arms wrapped around the silk and his velvet sleepy face make Peter close his eyes and imagine a soft kiss and a sweet whisper in his ear.
Lost in his thoughts, Peter didn’t notice Neal was awake and staring at him.
Peter smiled and stroked Neal’s hair.
“I’m here Neal.”
THE END