Elizabeth Burke didn’t want to see Neal Caffrey. Initially, right after they rescued her from Keller, Peter said she wasn’t up for visitors. She spent a day and a half in the hospital. Longer than typical for the broken arm and bruises she’d gotten trying to fight off Keller. It was probably mostly so the FBI could clean up her ransacked home and ( Read more... )

A lot of people assumed Neal had been horribly abused in prison. They usually guessed his good looks and youth would have made him a target. Neal rarely corrected them. No one needed to know that the Caffrey charm worked on inmates, too, or that the prison staff had been attentive to their jobs and didn’t tolerate much violence of any kind. Prison ( Read more... )

( Balk No Call Safe )

Title: The Trouble We Make Vs. The Trouble We Take
Author: vain_glorious
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: ~9,500
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Gen
Warning(s): Mild violence
Prompt(s): I am pretty sure this came from a prompt at CollarCorner, but now I can't find it.
Notes: Set some time after Point Blank.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: El looks a lot like Kate. Kate's enemies ( Read more... )

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Title: Prodigal and True
Author: vain_glorious    vain_glorious

Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount :~5,000
Rating: PG-13 ( Read more... )

“You are suicidal.”

“C’mon, Moz. I need a utility van. Some paint decals would be nice, but plain’ll do.”

“No.”

“And I need it by Wednesday.”

“I said no. Hell no, Neal. Are you listening to me at all?”

“Are you helping me at all?”

“No,” Mozzie snapped. “I am not helping you infiltrate the home of the FBI agent chasing you just for shits and ( Read more... )

Neal Caffrey slipped through the warehouse door, holding the handle as it swung shut. It made a whispery sound as it closed, but no one else was there to hear it. The lights were on, which was kind of strange.

The entire interior stood illuminated before him.

It was very, very shiny.

Neal had to force himself to move and get to work.

He’d ( Read more... )

“Package for Agent Peter Burke,” the pockmarked bike messenger said.

The real Peter Burke was in the conference room, at a meeting Hughes had barred Neal from attending with a cranky “Out, Caffrey!”

So Neal had taken up residence at Peter’s desk, snacking on pistachios and accumulating a passive aggressive pile of shells he was going to store ( Read more... )