Title: James Bonds

Author: mavjade

Challenge: Written for the Mod's Shuffle Challenge on TF.N in the NSWFF (Non-Star Wars Fan Fiction)forum. You had to put your play list on shuffle and write a fic based around the song title.

Notes: I just recently started watching White Collar and it hooked me immediately. I watched all 3 seasons in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

This is my first attempt at these characters, so let me know how I did. Each one is a drabble-ish fic, most between 150 and 250 words. I hope to write more of them very soon. I really couldn't think of a title since these really aren't connected other than they are about Neal. I'm sure there are a million fics with this title, so I apologize for the cliche-ness of it . :p

Song: Hold me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me - U2

Characters: Sara, Peter

Word Count: ~300

"You do know what you are getting into, right?" Peter asked Sara as he met her in the elevator, both on their way up to the New York FBI headquarters.

Sara gave Peter a look like he had just grown two heads. "I testified at his trial, of course I know who Neal Caffrey is. But other than all of that, he's fun."

"Yes," Peter agreed, "Yes he is, but..." he trailed off not really wanting to say any more.

"I'm a big girl, Peter and I'm in this with my eyes wide open. We're just having some fun, nothing more."

Peter nodded. He had said what he wanted and anything else was down to her. She was right, she was a big girl and she knew who Neal was and what he had done. If she wanted to have a relationship with his CI, he was not going to say anything more. But he couldn't help to hope she would be an influence on Neal and not the other way around.

"It's the hat isn't it?" Peter asked jokingly making it clear he was done with the third degree. "Woman always love the hat."

"Of course," Sara smiled as the elevator arrived at the 21st floor. "And his brains, his charm, the excitement..." She walked off the elevator and then turned back just before Peter could step out, "Not to mention the thrill when he pulls me to him and kisses me like no one has before." She turned and walked confidently through the glass doors and into the FBI offices.

Peter shook his head as the elevator closed without him getting out, "That was something I really didn't need to know."

...

Song: Lasagna- Weird Al

Characters: Neal, Mozzie

Word Count: 150

"Are you making lasagna?" Mozzie asked as he shut the oven door, confused as to his friend's uncharacteristic dinner choice. "How domestic."

Neal smiled as pulled a bottle of wine out of his wine rack. "I am, and this-" he lifted the bottle so Mozzie could see it, "-is not for you."

"So who's the lucky girl?"

Neal did not say a word, waiting on his old friend to come up with his own conclusions. Mozzie's conclusions to unanswered questions were often farfetched and amusing.

"Please tell me it's not the suit," Moz said plopping into a chair at the table. "Why would you be cooking for the suit?"

"Not just Peter," Neal defended a little disappointed that Moz figured him out so quick.

"Mrs. Suit?" Mozzie asked. "Is this some strange domestic situation of which I have been previously unaware?"

Laughing, Neal shook his head, "It's just dinner, Moz, nothing more. I promise."

"Alright, but why lasagna?"

...

Song: So They Say - Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Characters: Neal, Peter

Word Count: 150

Neal spent quite some time sitting at the conference room table studying the piece of art; it was clear the artist knew what they were doing. The colors and brush strokes were almost perfect but, there was a mistake and it would lead them to the person who was doing their best to pass it off as the real artwork.

"It's almost like one of yours," Peter said coming in the door. "So close, almost anyone would mistake it for the real thing."

Neal looked up appearing slightly offended, "Mine would be better."

Peter tilted his head, "Is that right?"

"I said 'would be', not that it was," Neal said leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "I'm fully reformed, remember?"

Peter could not help but laugh. Neal was getting a lot of mileage out of Peter stretching the truth when he was speaking with the US Marshals the week before. "So they say, Neal. So they say."

...

Song: Take the A Train - Maynard Ferguson

Characters: Peter, Neal

Word Count: 250

"You want me to what?" Neal asked, the disdain clearly evident in his tone and facial expressions.

Peter shook his head, "Yes, the A train, you know, the subway."

"Thank you, Peter. I knew what you meant, but this is a Sy Devore," he said pulling on a lapel of his suit jacket. "Have you seen the subway?"

"It won't kill you this once-"

"It might. Can't I just take a cab?"

Peter smiled, "With all that money we pay you for your services. Oh, that's right, your payment is being out of jail."

"Are you in trouble with El again?"

"What?" Peter asked as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "Why would you say that?"

"You're awfully sarcastic this morning," Neal said with a grin.

"We're fine. Stop trying to deflect."

"You know, I think the A train goes out of my radius..."

"Oh fine," Peter said pulling out his money clip, handing Neal a small wad of cash. "But when I pull up your anklet info you better have gone straight there."

"I will, don't worry," Neal said he slid into the backseat of the cab he had hailed while he and Peter were discussing the situation.

"Why is it that every time you say that, you get into something I really don't want to know about?"

"Because it works and we solve the case?"

"I was afraid you were going to say that."

...

Song: Waiting for the Lights- Tangled

Characters: Neal

Word Count: 200

It was one of the things he missed the most while he was in jail. If you asked anyone that knew him now: Peter, Jones, Diana, they would have probably said he missed wearing suits. It was true, he did love a good suit, a nice Italian silk tie, but there was something else he missed even more.

Ever since he first came to New York City he had been enamored with the way the city looked at night. How no matter where you were, you could see the lights and would never be in the dark, never be alone, like he had been for so many years. Even if you did not know anyone, there was someone, somewhere in the city, with their lights on.

Even now, he would stand on the balcony at June's place and watch as the sun set, waiting as the lights would start to appear.

So no, it wasn't the suits or the food or the thrill of the con, but the lights that he missed. It was the lights he now took time to appreciate because he never knew when they would be taken from him again.