* I don't own White Collar, just Rebecca (not revealing last name at this point)*

This is my first fanfic on a TV show, so let's see how it goes :) Please review and tell me how I did or give me hints or suggestions. (If you don't like it and think it's horrible, you don't have to read it, so please nothing mean) Now, be free! (Releases people to read)

White Collar Chapter 1

"Hey, Peter, is it ok if I take an early lunch break? I mean, it's not like we're really doing anything right now." Neal Caffrey flashed a smile at Peter, hoping to convince him.

Peter looked at him for a minute, trying to tell if he should be worried or not. Finally, he nodded. "Sure, but make sure you're back by noon."

Neal smiled at him before turning and walking out, grabbing his infamous hat as he passed his desk. When the doors of the elevator Neal had gotten in closed, Peter called Jones into his office. "Jones, pull up Caffrey's tracking info," he said when the young agent was in his office.

"You don't trust him?" Jones asked.

"It's not that I don't trust him, he just seemed... nervous." Peter watched the elevator, as if trying to imagine what the con-man was up to. Jones nodded and walked back to his own desk, immediately pulling up Neal's tracking information. A half hour later Peter's cell phone rang, displaying Neal's face on the caller ID. Sighing, Peter flipped the phone open. "What is it, Neal?"

"Peter, I can't make it back by noon. There's been an explosion at the bank a couple blocks down and I'm trapped in the rubble with another person." Peter heard a woman's voice in the background and then Neal spoke again, this time in an urgent whisper. "Peter, some of the bombers are coming so I have to go." The line went dead just after a gun could be heard going off in the background. Peter bolted to his feet. Grabbing his gun and badge, Peter ran out of his office and down the stairs.

"Diana, Jones, come with me." Peter kept walking as the two agents scrambled for their guns and badges.

"What's wrong, Boss?" Diana asked as she and Jones caught up with him and waited impatiently for the elevator.

"Neal needs help," Peter answered shortly, slipping into the elevator the moment the doors were open wide enough.

Rebecca's POV

I walked into the bank, outwardly ready to rob and destroy it, but inwardly ready to do my best to stop my companions and save innocent lives. I could feel the cold metal of the gun in my jacket pocket. Glancing around, I saw that there were about 20 people, including tellers, in the bank. Nodding to myself, I thought, 'Ok, only 20 people. I can take care of that many people. So, first I'll-"

I broke off my train of thoughts as I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me. This is probably really rude but... you look really familiar." I turned to face the man who was speaking and felt a chill go down my spine at the sight of his face.

"I... um..." I cleared my throat, giving me a chance to gather my thoughts again. "I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. I don't believe I've ever met you before." I lied with a shrug and a faint smile.

"Thank you anyway," he smiled and then walked over to lean against one of the large stone pillars that ringed the room. I slid my phone out of my pocket and read the screen. It was from Marco, my 'eye in the sky' in this operation. He had hacked into the bank's security cameras to keep an eye on how the op was going and keep it running like clockwork. The text read, 'Eyes on the prize, Rebecca. Time to rattle the teller. Keep the people at gunpoint, and then get out of there before it blows.' I smiled, trying to keep up appearances. I nodded, knowing Marco was watching. I headed toward a friendly young teller, a friendly smile plastered on my face.

"Hello," the teller smiled at me. I slid a note out from behind the gun in my pocket and set it on the counter. In my mind, I read it along with her, having committed it to memory. 'It this moment, your vault is being emptied by robbers. I am supposed to hold you and everyone in her at gunpoint and leave you to die when the bomb in the basement goes off. I will not do this. When I get everyone together, get them to run for the door. The bomb may be manually detonated, but you should make it safely. Now do as I say and you will live.' The teller looked up, horror written on her face. I pulled the gun out of my pocket and pointed it at her.

I then backed up and shouted, "Ok, everybody! This is what you call a bank robbery! I want everybody to gather by that pillar." I pointed to a pillar in the corner opposite the door with my gun, and then continued. "No harm will come to you if you do as I say. Listen to what my friend Jessica, tells you and follow what she says immediately and you will keep your lives." The people ran to the pillar and gathered around it, glancing at me fearfully. The tellers came out from behind the counters and joined the rest of my captives. Jessica, the teller I had shown the note to, gathered everyone around her and began to talk to them. A few looked skeptical and others argued in hushed tones, gesturing to my gun. A few more words from Jessica shut them up. I felt a buzz in my pocket and pulled out my phone out of my pocket. 'The last guys are out with the money. Time to ditch.' Marco had texted, signaling that we had less than two minutes until the bombs exploded. I ran towards the captives, abandoning all pretence of wanting to be part of the robbery. "Everybody out! The bomb's going to go off in less than two minutes! Go!" The captives backed away, skeptical and afraid.

Suddenly there was a loud BANG! and stone exploded in the pillar sending people scattering to the sides. I spun around and saw Dan and Leon, two of the robbers, standing on the other side of the room, guns trained on me. "Trying to escape the Circle, are you?" Dan sneered.

"Never! I just don't think it's necessary to kill these people. You know my stance on killing innocents!" I lied, carefully stepping away from the captives, just in case Dan or Leon decided to shoot. Dan smirked, unbelieving. I raised my gun so that it was pointing at them, ready to protect the innocent people. "Caffrey, get there people out of here," I whispered to the man who had moved to stand just behind me, the same man who had thought he knew me before. I didn't need to see his face to know that he was surprised I knew his name. "Go! There can't be more than a minute left before the bombs blow!" He nodded and moved away from me to stand with the other captives. I heard him say a few words to the others but was too concentrated on watching Don and Leon to understand what he said. A moment later all of the people took off running towards the doors, Jessica leading the way and Caffrey urging them on in the back. They were almost to the doors when Don and Leon realized what was happening. They pointed their guns at the escaping captives, but Leon muttered something and they turned back to point their guns at me. Simultaneously, our three guns went off, my shot hitting Don in the right shoulder just as one bullet slammed into my left leg and the other into my left arm. I shouted in pain and painfully dragged myself behind the pillar. I head more shots being fired, wondering vaguely if the captives had escaped. A moment later, someone slid behind the pillar, ducking bullets. "Caffrey!" I exclaimed, glad and mad that he came back.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, and I nodded.

"They got my leg and arm. We need to-" Suddenly the bomb exploded, and we were thrown against the wall. Chunks of stone showered the area, burying us under rubble. The pillars groaned, large chunks blown from them. One by one, they toppled, trapping us in the collapsing building. I gasped for air as dust filled the atmosphere. "Caffrey! Neal, where are you?" I coughed. I heard a groan nearby and dragged myself towards it. A minute later, I spotted a dark spot through the dust and reached out toward it. My hand brushed cloth and I gripped it in my hand, pulling Caffrey toward me. "Neal!" I exclaimed and he jerked awake.

"I'm ok, just bruised. How about you... um..."

"Rebecca." I said, answering his unasked question. "And I'm still shot in the arm and leg. Do you have anyone you can call for help?"

Neal nodded and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and waited impatiently for someone to pick up. Finally someone picked up and he started talking to someone called Peter. I started to hear voices, but they didn't sound like Neal or the person he was talking to.

"Where's that good-for-nothing traitor?" I faintly made out what the person said.

Turning to Neal, I whispered, "Neal, Don and Leon, the other robbers, are coming!" His eyes widened and he whispered a few last word to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up just as a bullet exploded into the stone mere inches above our heads.

"Ah, look who I found, a little traitor girl and her boyfriend." Leon grinned evilly while Don glared at me. I allowed myself a small smug grin when I noticed that he was clutching his shoulder with one hand, a hastily wrapped bandage on his shoulder wound. I slowly staggered to my feet, and leaned against a huge chunk of stone, painfully aware of how pitiful I looked with an arm and leg useless, but still glaring defiantly at my two former companions. Neal followed my example and stood up, positioning himself in front of me, obviously in a foolish attempt to protect me.

"Neal, get back. Leon has no values and will shoot you where you stand." I muttered, trying not to give Leon a reason to shoot Neal or me with the gun he had pointed at us. Don thankfully wasn't holding a gun, both hands being immobilized in one way or another. Neal stepped carefully to my right, pressing something into my hand as he passed. I didn't need to look down, immediately recognizing it as my gun. Leon took a step forward and I brought my gun up, automatically aimed at his head. "One more step and you'll be dead," I threatened evenly. Leon glared daggers at me but didn't more, knowing my reputation with a gun. Everyone was still and quiet for a couple minutes, each person waiting for another to move. Suddenly Len rolled to the side, pulling the trigger as he went. I aimed instinctively and fired a millisecond before pain erupted in my side. I stumbled backwards, spots dancing in my vision. M y left leg crumpled, followed by my right leg and I fell to the ground. My side was quickly growing wet with blood and my vision faded. Slowly, I sank into the comforting nothingness of unconsciousness.

Omniscient POV (not sure what to call it)

Neal ran over to where Rebecca lay unconscious and pulled her behind a fallen pillar. He glanced in the direction of the other robbers to make sure they weren't coming, but everything was quiet. He tore a strip of his jacket off and pressed it against the wound of Rebecca's side. "Peter, where are you?" he muttered, but knew he was on his own, at least for a little while longer. Neal peeked around the corner, trying to see what had happened to the two men. All that could be seen was a trail of blood that disappeared after 20 feet. Finding no other signs of where the robbers had disappeared to, Neal returned to Rebecca, not surprised to find her still unconscious. Neal debated trying to find the entrance and leave Rebecca or try and carry her out.

As he was trying to decide, he heard a voice faintly call, "Neal! Neal, where are you!" Other voices joined in and Neal started shouting in response.

"I'm here! Peter! I'm here!"

"Stay where you are, we'll find you! Are you hurt?" Neal heard Peter's voice drifting from the front of the huge room.

"No, but the person I'm with is unconscious. She was shot by one of the robbers," Neal glanced nervously at Rebecca. Her breathing seemed fine, but she had gotten a lot paler from loss of blood.

A few minutes later, there was a small shower of stone as someone jumped down from on top of one of the fallen pillars, followed by two others. "Neal? Where are you?" Neal walked out from their hiding place grinning.

"It took you long enough!" he exclaimed when he recognized Peter, Jones, and Diana.

"That's very gracious of you, Neal, considering you were trapped." Peter smirked at him. "So, where is the other person?"

Neal led them to where Rebecca lay and watch watched nervously as Peter knelt next to her. After a moment, he scooped up her limp body and walked back toward the way they had come from. "We need to get her to a hospital," he said simply in response to the other three's unasked questions. Jones scrambled onto the pillar they had climbed over and Peter handed Rebecca up to him. The other three scrambled up after him and they continued this way. "Who is she, anyway?" Peter asked at one point.

"Well, actually, she was the one that held the people in the bank hostage while the vaults were emptied." Peter's eyebrows rose, but he stayed silent as Neal continued. "When she was supposed to leave us to behind to be killed by the bomb, she told us to run. Most of the people didn't believe her, thinking she would shoot them, and the 2 other robbers came. I helped the others escape and while we were escaping, the robbers shot Rebecca for being a traitor. I went back to help her and the bomb went off. The robbers found us the rubble and shot her again. I'm pretty sure she hit both of them at least once, but they got away."

"The police caught them outside," Peter replied shortly, shocked that a bank robber would risk her life to stop the very robbery she was part of. By this time, they had finally reached the doors. The glass had been blown out by the force of the explosion, allowing quick and easy access to a waiting ambulance.

As Jones hurried to the ambulance, shouts could be heard of escaped victims shouting, "There she is!" "That's her! That's the one!" "She held us captive!" Some shouted it with excitement, some with anger. Rebecca was set on a gurney, paler than ever and the doors of the ambulance slammed shut. Siren wiling, it raced towards the nearest hospital.

"Well. I think we just found ourselves something to do," Peter said, turning back towards the crowd reporters and police waiting to talk to him.