This is a short one shot that I hope you guys like! While I don't have the time to write a multi-chapter one from White Collar, I can however write a few one-shots. Hope you like it.

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Anklet Memories

"Hey Dad?" twelve year old, Nicholas Caffrey called, holding in his hands a familiar device.

"Yes, Nicholas?" Neal answered not raising his eyes from the book he was currently reading.

"Is this the tracking device Uncle Peter talk so much?"

Neal closed the book with a loud noise (it was a big book!) and looked at the anklet. "Yes, it is. What were you doing going through my stuff?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I was looking for a brush to finish my arts project," Nick shrugged. "Why do you keep this?"

"Oh yeah, how's the Monet replica going?"

"Very well, I am after all your son, but don't change the topic," Nick smirked. "I want to know why you still keep the famous tracking device!"

Neal rolled his eyes and patted the seat next to his. Nick smiled and sat next to his Dad passing him the anklet. "Alright, buddy, what do you want to know?"

"Why do you keep it? If it was such a prison to live only in a two mile radius…why keep it?"

"Sentimental value," Neal replied. "Yes, those were frustrating times with the two mile radius, but a lot of good stuff happened!"

"Like what?"

"My relationship with your Mom was built on those four years. We had our dates and little schemes, we got marry twelve hours before I had to take this thing off…I caught a lot of bad guys wearing this too. Besides, Uncle Peter and Aunt El…you can only call them that because I was stuck with them for four years," Neal smirked and Nick laughed. "It reminds me of the journey to the man that I've became. Before this…"

"…you were a con man. Art thief," Nick interrupted.

"You're spending way too much time with Peter," Neal said amused.

"He says it in a bad way. I'm just proud of you Dad, you did some really cool stuff," Nick said.

"I allegedly did some really cool stuff," Neal corrected with a grin.

"Oh right, how could I forget," Nick rolled his eyes. "Uncle Moz is always telling me that! Always tell that you allegedly did something, do not admit anything," Nick quoted and Neal chuckled.

"Exactly!"

"Ok, then, I allegedly broke Mom's vase," Nick shrugged. "While I allegedly played soccer in the house when she told me not to."

"What did you do to the glass?" Neal asked looking around.

"Allegedly…it's under your bed…"Nick said.

Neal rolled his eyes. "The allegedly, doesn't work in this family buddy," he said and Nick face dropped. "But we can see if we can replace that vase. Don't feel like listening to one of your Mother's lectures about following rules," Neal said and Nick grinned. "Let's go, we'll do that but we need to pick up your sister from ballet first."

Nick jumped off his seat and picked his coat. "Hey Dad?"

"Yes, Nicholas?" Neal asked opening he front door while putting his fedora on.

"Does Uncle Peter knows who kept the anklet?"

"Nope!"

"Yeah, didn't think so!"

Father and son chuckled and left the house.