Threads of Trust || Neal Caffrey

Pilot - Part 3

CLOTHING REMINDER – Read the last chapter's note. The clothing that Ava wears is up on my Polyvore profile!

ALSO – Near the end of this chapter you might get a little confused. I'll explain in the end-of-chapter note.

White Collar Fanfic | Threads of Trust | Pilot – Part 3

The next morning came along quickly and in no time, Peter found himself at the Motel he had left Avery at yesterday. A styrofoam cup of coffee in hand brewed from a café just down the street. He walked up to the man he talked to yesterday, the large man who was again, eating away at his weight. "Hey," He shortly greeted, "I'm looking for Avery Daniels. Room 243." Assuming the man would just call up to the room and let her know he had arrived to pick her up.

It took a moment for the man to even register what was said, "Oh ... oh, yeah." His body jumped up in the seat with remembrance, swallowing the last of his mouthful. "Sweetcheeks." Remembering the gorgeous brunette that the man left here yesterday. He twisted around to the small cubby hole where the room key was, sitting there after the woman had given it back - he grabbed the small slip of paper that was given along with it. He was instructed to give it to the Fed the moment he arrived to come and collect her.

"A nice gal she was. Left you a note too." The man continued before turning back around, giving the note over to the Fed.

Peter had paused at first before accepting the piece of paper, opening it up to reveal the words inside. The hotel manager began playing with a Rubix cube as he read what Ava had left him.

Dear Peter,

I have moved 1.6 miles.

86 Riverside Drive

XoXo

Avery

Although Peter completely remembered saying to her that if another place was found, she could take it for the same amount of money, but he couldn't help but sigh in frustration. Peter shook his head before mumbling thanks to the Manager, walking out of the Motel and towards his car.

He had a sister to find.

...

It didn't take long to find the new residence that Ava was apparently living at. The words, 'You've gotta be kidding me.' Running around in his head were the only ones that were able to slip out of his mouth. The place he had found with the same address was pretty much a town-side mansion; a place where many of the richest of New York would live. It was a three-story building made out of white stone and it was clear that it wasn't an apartment setting, more of a home one.

From the moment he rang the loud dong of the doorbell, he couldn't help but feel significantly small, surely Ava wasn't actually living here? He was standing outside a large glass door with decorative black bars attached, little designs featured on them. Along with the bell, he knocked a few times on the outside of the door and soon enough, a traditional looking maid answered the door. She wore the black dress, white hat and other white garments that would make her look like the usual would.

The maid smiled politely at his arrival, a woman in her early fifties and spectacles on the bridge of her nose. "Good day." She said, opening the door enough for him to walk in with an invitation.

"Thank you." Peter responded, doing so but again looked down at the note in his hand, still wondering if he had the right place to begin with. Maybe Ava was just messing with him? As the maid slowly closed the door, he stated out loud, "I think I have the wrong address."