Welcome to my white collar Fanfic. If you have anything you want to see happen, tell me now or suffer through the wrath know as my imagination as it goes WILD on this story.

Neal doodled mindlessly on a piece of paper while the two FBI agents in front of him bickered endlessly. Seriously, the two had been going at it for a good twenty minutes. And Neal was getting sick of it. Mostly because he was the object of their argument.

"He doesn't have a choice in the matter! He's property of the Burough* and as such he has to do as I say!"

"This is suicide and you know it! Wilkins is an extremely dangerous man and he knows Neal! There's no way you-"

"Neal belongs to me on this one. There's nothing you can do about it."

"Your going to get him killed!"

"That's a chance I'm willing to take. He belongs to me; you can have him back when I'm finished with him." Tired of the arguing Neal tossed his penciled onto the table and stood up, leaning forward he placed both hands on the table and addressed the two people in the room.

"Don't I get a say in this?" He asked looking at Peter. Peter shot him a look that said, 'stay out of it,' but Neal, being Neal, ignored the warning. "Besides, Peters right. Wilkins knows me. He will defiantly recognize me if you make me go threw with this." The other man in the room, agent Jordan glared at Neal, his face turning slightly red. Stalking forward he pointed his finger at Neal menacingly. Neal lifted up his hands defensively, slightly shocked at the mans reaction.

"You. Do not get to talk. You do not get an opinion. You get to stay quiet and do as I tell you. You are nothing more then a dog awaiting MY orders. Do I make my self CLEAR?" The man snarled poking Neal in the chest with his finger. Neal glanced over a Peter, not really sure how to handle the situation. Peter looked just as shocked at Neal.

"You can't treat him like a dog, Jordan" Peter spat, jumping to his partner's aide. "He may be a criminal but-"Jordan cut Peter off.

"Exactly. He's a criminal. And that's all he will ever be." Shoving Neal with enough force to send the man into the wall, Jordan turned his attention back onto Peter. "Don't try and stop me Burke. Hughe's has already given me the OK to be Caffrey's handler on this one." Without waiting for a response, the man stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him and making the glass walls rattle as if they were about to shatter. Sliding down the wall he was now leaning on, Neal sat on the floor and ran a hand threw his hair.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked looking over at his partner. Neal blew out a puff of air and looked up at Peter, worry clear on his face.

"That guy is going to get me killed."

"I know." Peter said, glancing at the door the man had left through.

"He doesn't care if he gets me killed." Neal added. Peter didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"I know." He admitted. Neal pushed himself up off the floor, dusting off his bottom he walked over to the table and reclaimed the seat he had been previously occupying.

"I really don't want to work with that guy." Neal continued, picking up his pencil he continued drawing. Peter silently watched Neal doodle, his mind on other things. He furrowed his brow suddenly, as if a thought had just occurred to him.

"What are you drawing on?" he asked stepping forward to get a better look. Neal glanced up at him like he was stupid.

"Um, paper?" He said gesturing to the piece of paper with his hand.

"Where did you get it?" Peter clarified in exasperation. When Neal didn't answer, Peter reached over and grabbed the paper electing an indignant, 'hey!' from the artistic young con man. Flipping the paper over Peter scrutinized its front. His mouth dropped open in shock.

"This is an arrest warrant!" Peter exclaimed flipping the paper over to look at what Neil had been drawing. It was a very lovely picture of Kate at a fair of some sort. The girl was holding a huge stuffed animal and was staring up at something in the sky. Flipping the paper back over, Peter looked at the contents of the warrant once again. "And its Jordan's…" He mumbled looking up at Neal. The con man shrugged innocently.

"It is? I just thought it was a normal piece of paper."

"You took it when he tossed his files onto the desk, didn't you." Peter asked a small smile touching his features. Neil shrugged.

"It must have slipped out of his folders." Peter gave him a pointed look.

"All right, fine. So I took it when you two were arguing. But I was going to give it back." Neal confessed tapping the end of the pencil on the table.

"Until?" Peter asked putting the arrest warrant on the table.

"Until he called me a dog and pushed me into the wall." Neal stated matter of factly. Peter's eyes rolled skyward.

"You are unbelievable." Neil smiled brightly at Peter. The smile disappeared as soon as it had appeared.

"I just wanted to see who he was planning on arresting for the Wilkins case. What's that guy's problem with me anyway?" The con man asked taking his drawing back from Peter.

"Other then the fact that you're a criminal and he's a cop?" Peter asked. Neal glared half heartedly at Peter and went back to drawing his picture of Kate. Peter sighed tiredly.

"Jordan's been on your case almost as long as I have." The FBI agent admitted. Neal looked up, his interest officially piqued.

"I've never heard of him." Neal pointed out. Peter nodded.

"Do you remember when you stole those four paintings? The ones that belonged in the same set, or something?" Peter asked.

"Nope." Neal responded immediately. Peter rolled his eyes again.

"Right, Well Jordan was working on that case with me. Jordan believed that you were going to take a boat, and run with the three paintings that you already had in your possession. I, on the other hand, knew that was only a smoke screen that you had set up. I told him to put all of his men on the fourth painting. He, of course, didn't listen to me and sent all of his men to the harbor to catch you. And you weren't there. When he realized he had been tricked, he took all of his men to the fourth painting, only to find it had already been stolen." Peter explained watching Neal's reaction to the story. Neal smiled widely once again.

"Ohhh, that explains so much!" The con man laughed his pencil making quick little strokes on the paper. Peter fixed Neal with an unhappy look.

"After the fourth painting had been stolen, Jordan was transferred to a lower position in a different department, and I was put on your case, full time."

"Why such a harsh punishment?" Neal asked, looking away from his picture, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Peter, noticing the look was reminded that this was Neal he was speaking too. Not Neal his friend or FBI agent, but Neal the world renowned art thief and forger. Sometimes Peter forgot that little tidbit of information about his friend and partner.

"Because, you stole those paintings from a very important, wealthy government official! Someone needed to be punished for the loss of his most prized possessions."

"So Jordan became a scapegoat." Neal mumbled, understanding.

"Exactly. Which is why I don't want you to be working with him." Peter said. Before Neil could respond, Jordan stormed back into the office. His face bright red. Pointing an accusatory finger at Neal he stormed over the con man. Neal jumped up and held his hands in front of him defensively.

"Where is it?" Jordan snapped. His glare could have wilted plants. Neal glanced down at the table; Jordan followed his eyes and spotted the piece of paper.

"You little shit." Jordan hissed grabbing his arrest warrant. Sending Neal a heated glare once more, Jordan stalked off to the door. Reaching it he yanked it open with more force then was necessary, but instead of leavening he turned to face Neal.

"You stay here. The rest of my team will be here soon and when I get back we can begin the briefing. Am I clear?" Jordan's voice grew louder and louder until he was practically yelling by the end of his sentence.

"Crystal." Neal responded, shoving his hands into his pockets unhappily.

Jordan grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, 'arrogant little bastard' before he walked out the door, slamming it harshly behind him. Once again the glass wall's rattled ominously. The room was filled with silence at its two occupants digested what had just happened.

"I really don't want to work with him." Neal finally muttered.

"I know." Peter added unhelpfully.

*I couldnt figure out how to spell that stupid word. I hope I got it write. Please correct me if im wrong.

Seriously im not gunna let anything stop me when I write this. Things that would reallyhappen wont matter, FBI protocol, people that seem crazier then they should be, and deep twisted unbelivible plots. The only thing I will remain true to is the characters. I will try and keep them all IC as much as I can.

Other then that, just disregard reality.