White Collar Fic - Leather, No Lace
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Leather, No Lace
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Christie, Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Clinton Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Yet another undercover assignment for the intrepid Diana Berrigan.
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A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
“So you’re saying that I have to go undercover as a photographer’s model?” She tried very hard to keep the aggravation out of her voice. Since she came back to New York to work for Peter, she had to pose as a high-end call girl, a runway model and secretary. At least she got some respect from her “boss” for that last assignment.
Clinton rubbed the back of his neck and didn’t meet her eyes. Peter just smiled sheepishly. “There’s been a rash of counterfeit securities – all recent issues with very specific security features. Treasury had traced it to this fashion photographer’s studio in the East Village – but we need direct proof.
“Photographer? Why would the Treasure Department think a photographer was counterfeiting bonds?”
“Remember Andrew Lang?”
How could she forget – he was the bastard that had kidnapped Peter. “Of course.”
“This guy – Emil Arraveoux – was Lang’s mentor – he was the one who taught Lang all about creating holograms and forging U.S. Passport stock. Lang flipped him in exchange for a few years off of his sentence.” Peter called up his picture on the conference room display.
Arraveoux was in his mid-forties, good looking if you liked guys. Okay – he was downright gorgeous, and you didn’t have to like guys to appreciate that.
“He’s fairly well known in Europe, and for the past five years, whenever he comes to New York for Fashion Week, Treasury sees a small uptick in the number of counterfeit bearer bonds and negotiable securities. He’s been a person of interest, but we’ve never had enough to arrest him.
Neal interrupted. “If Lang’s flipped on him, why not arrest him now?”
“Neal – you should know by now that accomplice testimony won’t be enough for a conviction.” Peter answered with a hint of annoyance.
Diana looked at the file. “So you want me to go undercover, and see if I can find out if this guy is making his counterfeits and forgeries here in New York.”
“That pretty much sums it up.”
“As a model – someone who will be there for a few hours. A day at most? You really think I’m going to be able to get the goods on this guy?” Diana didn’t bother to disguise either her skepticism or her annoyance with the assignment.
“That’s why we’re not sending you in alone.” There wasn’t any sheepishness in Peter’s expression. In fact, he was almost demonically gleeful. And he was looking straight at Neal.
“Oh, no. No – Peter.” Neal threw his hands up, as if they’d ward away this assignment.
“Oh, yes, Neal. I can’t think of a better undercover role for you.”
“Peter, please.”
“Now Neal – stop begging. It’s a little demeaning.” Diana could barely contain her laugher. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just think of all of the lovely clothes you’ll get to wear.”
“Diana – they didn’t tell you what you’ll – what we’ll be modeling.”
Her head whipped around to stare at Peter and Clinton. Now neither of them would meet her eyes. She got a sinking feeling.
“Peter?”
“Hmmm – I’m going to let Jones fill you in. I’ve got another meeting.” Peter gathered up his papers and fled.
Clinton was just as much of a coward. “Ummm – Neal can tell you - I’ve just remember I’ve got to go water my cat, feed my plants. I mean feed my cat – water my plants.” Diana watched in shock as her normally unflappable colleague scrambled out of the room.
She turned back to Neal, who had buried his head in his hands. “Jones doesn’t have a cat, and I’ve seen what happens to plastic philodendron in his care. What gives?”
“Do you want to take a guess?”
“Don’t tell me. Lingerie?”
“Nope – not quite.” Neal slid a portfolio across the table and Diana flipped through it. She was glad her blush didn’t show. And then she had to laugh.
“Good thing Christie likes me in leather.”
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Christie, Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Clinton Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Yet another undercover assignment for the intrepid Diana Berrigan.
A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
“So you’re saying that I have to go undercover as a photographer’s model?” She tried very hard to keep the aggravation out of her voice. Since she came back to New York to work for Peter, she had to pose as a high-end call girl, a runway model and secretary. At least she got some respect from her “boss” for that last assignment.
Clinton rubbed the back of his neck and didn’t meet her eyes. Peter just smiled sheepishly. “There’s been a rash of counterfeit securities – all recent issues with very specific security features. Treasury had traced it to this fashion photographer’s studio in the East Village – but we need direct proof.
“Photographer? Why would the Treasure Department think a photographer was counterfeiting bonds?”
“Remember Andrew Lang?”
How could she forget – he was the bastard that had kidnapped Peter. “Of course.”
“This guy – Emil Arraveoux – was Lang’s mentor – he was the one who taught Lang all about creating holograms and forging U.S. Passport stock. Lang flipped him in exchange for a few years off of his sentence.” Peter called up his picture on the conference room display.
Arraveoux was in his mid-forties, good looking if you liked guys. Okay – he was downright gorgeous, and you didn’t have to like guys to appreciate that.
“He’s fairly well known in Europe, and for the past five years, whenever he comes to New York for Fashion Week, Treasury sees a small uptick in the number of counterfeit bearer bonds and negotiable securities. He’s been a person of interest, but we’ve never had enough to arrest him.
Neal interrupted. “If Lang’s flipped on him, why not arrest him now?”
“Neal – you should know by now that accomplice testimony won’t be enough for a conviction.” Peter answered with a hint of annoyance.
Diana looked at the file. “So you want me to go undercover, and see if I can find out if this guy is making his counterfeits and forgeries here in New York.”
“That pretty much sums it up.”
“As a model – someone who will be there for a few hours. A day at most? You really think I’m going to be able to get the goods on this guy?” Diana didn’t bother to disguise either her skepticism or her annoyance with the assignment.
“That’s why we’re not sending you in alone.” There wasn’t any sheepishness in Peter’s expression. In fact, he was almost demonically gleeful. And he was looking straight at Neal.
“Oh, no. No – Peter.” Neal threw his hands up, as if they’d ward away this assignment.
“Oh, yes, Neal. I can’t think of a better undercover role for you.”
“Peter, please.”
“Now Neal – stop begging. It’s a little demeaning.” Diana could barely contain her laugher. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just think of all of the lovely clothes you’ll get to wear.”
“Diana – they didn’t tell you what you’ll – what we’ll be modeling.”
Her head whipped around to stare at Peter and Clinton. Now neither of them would meet her eyes. She got a sinking feeling.
“Peter?”
“Hmmm – I’m going to let Jones fill you in. I’ve got another meeting.” Peter gathered up his papers and fled.
Clinton was just as much of a coward. “Ummm – Neal can tell you - I’ve just remember I’ve got to go water my cat, feed my plants. I mean feed my cat – water my plants.” Diana watched in shock as her normally unflappable colleague scrambled out of the room.
She turned back to Neal, who had buried his head in his hands. “Jones doesn’t have a cat, and I’ve seen what happens to plastic philodendron in his care. What gives?”
“Do you want to take a guess?”
“Don’t tell me. Lingerie?”
“Nope – not quite.” Neal slid a portfolio across the table and Diana flipped through it. She was glad her blush didn’t show. And then she had to laugh.
“Good thing Christie likes me in leather.”
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Date: 2012-01-06 09:06 pm (UTC)~pt
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Date: 2012-01-06 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-07 02:26 am (UTC)Hee hee hee...
Such a cute fic! I'm gonna toddle off now and imagine what this photoshoot is going to be like...
IS THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL?
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Date: 2012-01-06 09:09 pm (UTC)Perfect last line!
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Date: 2012-01-06 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-07 12:11 am (UTC)I'll have to think about that!
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Date: 2012-01-07 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-07 12:45 am (UTC)But it's almost there...maybe even tonight or tomorrow.
And why are you still awake, darling?
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Date: 2012-01-07 09:19 am (UTC)It's jet lag, of course! I always have it bad flying east. The 6-hour delay getting back didn't help - by the time we actually left, I was so exhausted that I slept on the plane (for a given meaning of "slept" - still, unheard of, for me), and I think it threw off my bioclock even more than usual.
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Date: 2012-01-07 01:13 am (UTC)I will be gleefully anticipating a sequel. Thanks muchly! :D
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Date: 2012-01-19 03:23 pm (UTC)Post birthday blues?
(And thank you)
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Date: 2012-01-19 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-19 04:45 pm (UTC)Thank you!
DOn't know about a sequel, but I will de a picspam for this.
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Date: 2012-04-09 11:30 pm (UTC)