White Collar Fan-fiction
Warning: Major Character Death

"Neal, are you sure this is the best idea?" Elizabeth whispered hesitantly.

"No. But I don't know how else to explain it to her. Besides, she doesn't have to know I'm the thief."

"That's not my only concern. And why are you using thief anyway?"

"Do you really want me to explain a confidence man to ( Read more... )

White Collar Fanfiction
Warning: Major Character Death

"Daddy, look," Hannah started tugging on the end of Neal's suit. Neal looked helplessly at Mozzie who had been babysitting while he and Elizabeth had been at work.

"Hannah, show Neal your drawing," Mozzie said.

"I knew this would happen," he said, closing his eyes. Mozzie started to attempt to ( Read more... )

 This is several short stories with Neal and Elizabeth after Peter's death ( Read more... )

Summary:  It had been several months since Elizabeth had asked if there were any new leads, and Peter had all but given up on finding the whereabouts of Neal Caffrey, when he receives something mysterious.

Elizabeth walked in the door holding Satchmo’s leash in one hand and an oblong tube in the other. Peter glanced up from the case file he had ( Read more... )

 Chapter 6:

Peter sat in the armchair in his family room with a newspaper partially open in front of him. He was half asleep and had given up the pretense of reading a long time ago. He kept surreptitiously glancing over at Neal, who was still sound asleep on the couch.
“Hon, you can’t wake him up to yell at him,” Elizabeth said, kissing Peter ( Read more... )

 “Boss, look at this.” Diana motioned for Peter to come over to her desk. Peter and Jones both followed and looked at the blue print she had laid out “This apartment building has been for sale for several months. It looks like the upkeep was too much for the landlord. And it is directly across the street from one of the two shops.”
“Let’s go then ( Read more... )

 Chapter 4:
“Neal, just set those on the table there,” Agent Matthews said coolly, walking deeper into the apartment complex.
Neal set the paintings down, trying to hone in on where they were. She had blindfolded him before driving, seemingly, across town.
The building was obviously older judging by the narrow hallways and thick wooden smell that ( Read more... )