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s2309Title: Late Night Phone Call
Characters (Pairings): Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 exactly
Spoilers: Vague for the episode where they mention the late night phone calls from international numbers (ha-ha).
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: A late night phone call from an international number.
Author’s Note: Written for the prompt "Desert" over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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This the last part of a four part series. It can also be read as a standalone.
Part 3: Soothing Ocean, Restless Heart
Neal selected an unused burner phone from his Venice collection and dialed a number.
“Burke,” sounded the voice, sleep-clogged and bleary.
“Hey, Peter!” he said, in a voice that was far too excited for 3:52 a.m.
It took barely ten seconds to trace a call. The Feds would be here in ten minutes, which gave him eight to enjoy the rather annoyed voice of a rather annoyed Burke and two to get the hell out.
Neal smiled. This was going to be fun.
The truth, the wretched fear, was carefully hidden behind a mirage like an oasis in a desert.
The end.
Characters (Pairings): Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 exactly
Spoilers: Vague for the episode where they mention the late night phone calls from international numbers (ha-ha).
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: A late night phone call from an international number.
Author’s Note: Written for the prompt "Desert" over at
whitecollar100This the last part of a four part series. It can also be read as a standalone.
Part 3: Soothing Ocean, Restless Heart
Neal selected an unused burner phone from his Venice collection and dialed a number.
“Burke,” sounded the voice, sleep-clogged and bleary.
“Hey, Peter!” he said, in a voice that was far too excited for 3:52 a.m.
It took barely ten seconds to trace a call. The Feds would be here in ten minutes, which gave him eight to enjoy the rather annoyed voice of a rather annoyed Burke and two to get the hell out.
Neal smiled. This was going to be fun.
The truth, the wretched fear, was carefully hidden behind a mirage like an oasis in a desert.
The end.
