This is the first story I have ever really published and written in its entirety so be warned. :) I also proofread it a few times so hopefully I caught everything.

For the disclaimer, none of these characters are mine they belong to USA's show White Collar and their producers and creators. So thanks for the inspiration.

This is post season 3 finale. It's Sara's point of view on running with Neal and Mozzie.

Where do I begin? Oh yeah, Caffrey. The conman, who, as cheesy as it sounds, stole my heart the moment he set up our first date. That's why here we are sitting together on an island, god knows where because Mozzie won't give me an exact location, just enough to know that Neal couldn't be extradited from here even if the US tried.

I have to admit, when Neal barged into my office that day, a mere month ago, my life sure has gotten a lot more interesting. I don't know what possessed me to say yes when he asked me to run with him. I knew if I ran with him I would be breaking countless laws and essentially giving up my entire life that I built here at Sterling Bosh and in New York, but as he grabbed my hand and led the way, I could do nothing be trust that I belonged right by his side.

To say Mozzie was upset was an understatement for the years. When Neal showed up at my office with his half-cocked plan to just leave he hadn't taken the time to think of how I could even have gotten out of the city as under the radar as they would be able to and in all honestly needed to. I don't know all the details on how they did it but we are on an island for god sakes, I'm sure I will be able to persuade Neal to tell me one day. All I know is that two hours after Neal called Mozzie, I had a passport and a new identity. My first alias and what, Neal apologized profusely for, wouldn't be my last, not for a while at least, until Mozzie could contact his farmer and get me an identity as "real" as theirs.

The travel experience is something that I won't mind forgetting. We took four different planes and then a helicopter, plus countless boat exchanges. Just in that time I had changed my identity a total of six times. Four times with a passport to back up my claim to my ever changing identity and twice on a whim because Mozzie didn't like the dock boy's shirts or our captain's name. Mozzie was constantly busy and irritated, while having to change the plans at the last second to accommodate Neal's plus one. After about the third identity change, I asked to no one in particular if all of the switching was necessary because if running was tiring enough, changing personalities sure made it more tiring. Mozzie spat out a long explanation accompanied with his penchants for distrust and caution about me ruining their perfect untraceable getaway. That precise moment was the first time Neal spoke to us ever since we boarded the first plane.

"Leave Sara out of your blame game. If you want someone to blame, blame me, yell at me, rant to me about all of your annoyance but bottom line you're doing all of this to protect us both and most importantly me. You can board any other plane you want and leave us here. I can handle it Mozzie, if you want out, then go. You have the treasure and I can always find some assets for me and Sara, we'll be fine if you leave. So make your choice. It has to be this way, either you accept that this was my choice and you let go of any misgivings you have with Sara or we separate right now." After a short pause and a deep breath he continued with a much softer, vulnerable tone, "I left everything Mozzie, I was forced to leave my home, my best-friend, my job, my friends, my family… my life. I couldn't leave it all behind or I would be just a shell of Neal Caffrey with a different name. I apologize it had to be this way. Thank you, for everything, but I made my choice, now make yours."

After Neal's response, Mozzie took a few moments to gather his thoughts and apologized to me and Neal because I think he realized that Neal really didn't want this. He made it clear that his place was next to Neal and consequently so, me, now. I can fault him all I like and, oh, do I ever, but he has never been anything but faithful to his best friend. For one of the first times during our running, I felt bad for Mozzie. Neal had just essentially chosen me over Mozzie. Chosen us over the fortune of a lifetime. He decided what dream he wanted, not the living in the clouds dream but the one with a real home and someone to share it with. Both Mozzie and I understood what that meant for Neal, we made a silent vow between the two of us, in that moment, to always strive to give Neal his fighting shot at his dream, no matter what.

Neal was silent the rest of the trip. The only acknowledgement I received that he was still even functioning was when we all had to pass through an airport gate or as Mozzie referred to them as 'checkpoints' and were forced into conversation. Other than those occasions Mozzie did all of the talking for us three. Mozzie and I reached some common ground along the way, we aren't going to be making friendship bracelets anytime soon but we are learning to behave around one another. Small steps.

We arrived to the island, which in all honesty and for lack of better words, was simply amazing. The view was breath taking and it gave me such a stark contrast to New York. Yes, I have traveled to many beautiful places but it is like this place was kept secret from any type of paradise on earth travel book. I'm thinking that's why Mozzie chose such an island and of course as he keeps mentioning the lack of extradition laws. The villa, if you could call it that, more like a palace, was amazing as well. It was so open and airy. I felt truly free.

Neal finally came around a few days later and a few weeks in we all felt somewhat at ease. We all felt a little more like our regular selves. The island was completely ours. There was an island a short jaunt over where we would run into town for necessities and to keep up appearances but for the most part on our secluded island we were just plain old Mozzie, Neal, and Sara. Mozzie was in the process of talking to his farmer and news is, in a few days I'll finally have my "real" identity.

Currently, I'm not sure exactly how I feel about this change. I love it here and I really do enjoy the company and yes, the circumstances could be different but this is what I signed on for when I truly let myself fall for Neal on out first date. I just… I don't know what to do with my time or my life right now…

So where do I begin? Oh yeah,

"Caffrey…"

The end, TBC, I don't really know. We'll see. I hope you enjoyed it. I just wrote this in between classes today, so I agree it may not be well developed or as put together as most stories should be but I guess I always wanted that happy ending with Neal and Sara and I haven't read it yet so I made my attempt at it. Thanks for reading. If you have any suggestions, critiques, comments, whatever… reviews are most certainly welcome.

Much Appreciation,

~Alex~