Chapter 1

Hi everyone! Ready, brace yourselves. I know everyone says this but this is my first ever fanfic. Although it is White collar mainly it drifts ito supernatural as, well there is no excuse but saying supernatural is awesome! Please comment and review to let me know what you think!

Do it. Do it right. Do it with a smile or don't bother. That's what Neal had been doing. Frank Devereaux was a paranoid bastard but he gave good advice and knew his stuff…When he didn't believe the whole government was out to get him. But Neal was done with faking it... Being professional, making himself smile because you're alive and it's your job, then doing it again the next week.

He sat, legs dangling off the edge of the building, blood from his slit wrist poetically draining from him, running down the face of the building like tears down cheeks. Ironically, as he was dying, he never felt more alive, fresh air flooding his lungs, no longer trapped by day to day routine. However, he didn't have long. He could already feel the deep allurement of the dark abyss, the nothingness calling him to just give in, no longer having to worry.

That's what he wanted. Yet, at the back of his mind, he knew he didn't have long till Peter and the team would inevitably track him down. He knew that if they got here to soon they would try to save him, no matter what they thought of him after the last few weeks. He didn't want their pity. He didn't want them saving him because of their misguided sense of doing what's right. He didn't want it, he didn't want them. He was done. No more faking. He made his choice. No more doing it with a smile.

Two weeks earlier...

Damn. Just damn. Neal slammed down to phone, throwing it across the room and running his fingers angrily through his rugged hair as he staring at his reflection in the mirror. An old contact had just called. Frank had been found, well not all of him, much of his blood splattered around his small portable home's walls. Police saying it was an animal attack. The door ripped off its hinges and being parked in grizzly bear territory. It was an open shut case.

But, to anyone in the "know", it was obvious. Frank had been pushing the Leviathans for a long time and now they pushed back, finding him through an alias HE created. HIM. But worst of all he could do nothing about it, stuck on what seemed to be a stupidly short leash. Stupid, stupid ankle monitor. Stupid. This is how he repaid Frank.

The phone started buzzing, pulling him from his chain of thoughts, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Even without looking he knew it would be Peter calling to move his ** along. He never called this early to urge him in. Obviously they had a case. He would deal with this later. Not that he could do anything. Turning around to leave, his eye caught his reflection in the mirror. Hatred raised its ugly head, staring deep into his eyes. Nothing. There was nothing. Numbness, making him even angrier he punched to mirror, shattering it but not completely falling out. Just showing him what he already saw. His broken reflection.

Neal straightened his suit and slicking back his hair. He observed his hand while composing his face. He would sort his hand later. He picked up his phone and walking to the door, remembering one of Frank's sayings. 'Do it right and do it with a smile.' But then again a thought crossed his mind. Only in death are we truly free.

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