Siren Song, a White Collar fanfiction
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s2309Title: Siren Song
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke
Rating: G
Word Count: 155
Spoilers: For the series.
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: The siren song of fieldwork.
Author's Note: For the poem prompt Sea Fever by John Masefield for weekly quick fic #9 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse.
Now that he knows Neal's alive, everything changes.
He walks with a lighter, easier step. He smiles more. He doesn't see Neal-shaped shadows out of the corner of his eye.
And the field begins to call to him like a siren.
Since Neal's 'death', he hadn't set foot in the field once. Not even for a stakeout. He's been a good boy and stayed in his office and signed papers.
Until now.
It's a fairly standard case. The stakeout is targeting a suspect who may or may not have stolen diamonds worth half a million. They followed the trail to her before she could have had time to fence them, unless she had a buyer lined up.
There's every chance that they might find the gems.
There's every chance that he may lose track of time and leave late for home.
His hand wavers between his pen and his car key.
What should he do?
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke
Rating: G
Word Count: 155
Spoilers: For the series.
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: The siren song of fieldwork.
Author's Note: For the poem prompt Sea Fever by John Masefield for weekly quick fic #9 at
writerverse.Now that he knows Neal's alive, everything changes.
He walks with a lighter, easier step. He smiles more. He doesn't see Neal-shaped shadows out of the corner of his eye.
And the field begins to call to him like a siren.
Since Neal's 'death', he hadn't set foot in the field once. Not even for a stakeout. He's been a good boy and stayed in his office and signed papers.
Until now.
It's a fairly standard case. The stakeout is targeting a suspect who may or may not have stolen diamonds worth half a million. They followed the trail to her before she could have had time to fence them, unless she had a buyer lined up.
There's every chance that they might find the gems.
There's every chance that he may lose track of time and leave late for home.
His hand wavers between his pen and his car key.
What should he do?
