A/N: Alright, so I'm diving into a new fandom for the first time. Just started getting into White Collar and adore it. Hope you guys enjoy the journey we're about to take. Remember, Reviews are wonderful but con crit is love. Thank you.

"Alright guys, you got me," she admitted, putting her hands up. Then she smirked. "Can't imagine why you're after me, though."

One of the cops glared at her. "Don't play cute, Caffrey. Your classmates told us all about your operation."

"Operation?" She gave him her best wide eyed innocent look. "Can't a girl walk down the street without getting in trouble?" She looked down at the man frisking her. "Careful where you touch, my dad is going to read the write up about this."

The older of the pair sighed. "Juliette, you know how this goes. Can't you just cooperate for once?"

"Not likely, her father's nothing but a low down con," the younger cop muttered.

Juliette had been peaceful up until now when she began to struggle against the cop trying to cuff her. "You shut your mouth about my father!" she snapped. "He's a good man."

"O'Malley, shut up and check her book bag. Juliette, stop squirming. Last time there were bruises your dad threatened me with an IAB investigation."

"He's protective," she agreed as she settled down. "But you've got nothing to hold me on."

"What about this?" O'Malley asked holding up a driver's license.

"That's my license," she replied. "Nothing illegal about that."

O'Malley handed to his partner who looked at it closely. "Except this reads Kate Halden and your name is Juliette June Caffrey," he corrected.

"Oh dear, you caught me," she sighed dramatically. "Fine. Downtown I guess?"

"You've got this down now, Juliette. We have to call your father and see what he wants to do."

Juliette gave a real sigh this time. "I'm eighteen. Do we really need to call daddy in on this?"

"You're seventeen," he replied. "Still a minor. Your birthday is next week. I'd wish you an early happy birthday but I don't doubt I'll see you before then."

Juliette didn't sigh or struggle as they led her to the squad car. She was well used to this part of the game. And it was a game to her anyway. A game she learned from her father. To the cops that caught her, it was either a game or a way to taunt her. It depended on who found her. New guys like this O'Malley didn't get the game. But the older cop, Vince Hitler, just rolled his eyes and allowed her to go on her way. They knew stern words wouldn't change her from her past.

Out of all her frequent arresting officers, Hitler was her favorite, mostly because of his last name. She once asked him why he kept the name when it reminded people of the crazy German. He replied that his grandfather told him not to be ashamed of his name just because one whack job screwed it up-that made Juliette respect him. 'Be true to your roots,' he informed her. Juliette tried to live up to that.

She looked out at the passing scenery as she thought about her roots. Her roots began with her name, Juliette June Caffrey; Juliette because her mother, Kate, loved the classics; June for her adoptive grandmother- her father had said there needed to be more women willing to give honest con men like him a chance- Caffrey because it tied her back to her father.

Her roots were also her brother. Nicholas Peter Caffrey. Nicholas because it was the name her father had been going by when her parents first met. Peter for her father's FBI handler. Her father and his best friend weren't talking when the kids first came around and apparently Peter wasn't so bad for a Fed. Caffrey, once again, to tie back to her father.

Her father… Neal Caffrey, gentleman thief, a criminal consultant to the FBI who always had dreams of making one last big score. Until a woman claiming to be a friend of Kate's showed up at his door and dumped him with kids. Then she vanished like rain in the desert. Suddenly the gentleman thief found himself in charge of a pair of twins that had been popped out during his search for his girlfriend who never even mentioned she was pregnant. Neal chose to do what some would call the selfish thing rather than the right thing. He confessed to his FBI handler about both the children and some stolen Nazi art. Then he set about the task of raising twin children with nothing but a tracking anklet and love.

Their first few years as a family were spent in an apartment that belonged to a woman who insisted the twins call her Grandma June. A very sweet woman but clearly not her grandmother. Still Juliette had adored the old woman just like her father and brother had. Eventually her father married ex number three, also known as Sara. They moved out of the apartment and had two kids of their own. Once her father's sentence was up, he decided to continue consulting for the FBI. It paid better than jumping back into the world of conmen would. Or so he often said.

"Wake up Julie," Vince called. "We're here."

"My favorite place," Juliette sighed.

"I was starting to wonder since you spend so much time here," the officer replied. "Thought your daddy told you good cons don't get caught."

"Actually what he taught me was that they don't get caught unless they want to."

"You wanted to get caught?"

Juliette gave a careless shrug. "I didn't have a ride home and I didn't' feel like walking."

"You are one of a kind, Miss Caffrey."

Juliette gave her standard answer-one that would have made her father smile. "Nope, just a really good forgery."

They took her to a holding cell; one that she was pretty sure was permanently reserved for her. A quick phone call to her father was all that was needed to set up arrangements for the young girl. Hitler came by and told her that her father's friend Haversham would be picking her up soon. "He's going to be ticked," Juliette sighed.

"Doesn't like it here, does he?"

"You work here. Do you like it?"

"No. But I can go home at night."

Juliette smiled at him. "So can I."

It wasn't long before they came back to her cell. They led her out to where her uncle Mozzie was waiting next to a car. "Steal that?" she asked.

"I borrowed it from your mother," he snapped. "And can we leave the cuffs on? She'll try to escape without out them."

"Promise I'll have them back by the end of shift," Juliette smiled.

O'Malley looked at his partner who nodded. "Put her in the car. The cuffs will come back soon enough."

Juliette ducked her head as they put her in the front seat. "Good to you again, Vince. Tell the wife I said hi." She leaned back in her seat and glanced at her uncle. "My mother is dead, Uncle Mozzie. I thought you knew that."

"I do know that," Moz objected. "I meant Sara."

"Sara isn't my mother."

"She raised you."

"She still isn't my mother." Juliette sighed and decided to switch topics. "I didn't know you had a driver's license."

"I have seven of them. And why were you flashing your fake one?"

"I needed a ride home, which doesn't seem to be the way we're going."

"Your dad asked me to take you to his office."

Juliette twisted to stare at him. "You're actually going into FBI headquarters?"

"It's a favor to your father. Why were you out on the streets today?"

"It was a favor for my brother." Juliette would do anything for her brother. Everyone knew that.

As the twins grew up, it was apparent that Neal's gifts had been divided between them. Both twins got his blacker than black hair and their mother's bluer than blue eyes. Juliette also got Neal's charming smile and way with words. Her father had said that she was a natural con from the moment she was born. Names and aliases slipped on like second skins and words could make any door open to her. She could blend in or stand out as she chose.

Nicholas was a different story. Her brother was sweet, sensitive and could reproduce a perfect Van Gogh in less than fifteen minutes. He was also afflicted with Asperger's. Social situations were horrible for him and he could only talk about literature (the classic heavy tome kind) or art with any degree of authority. Even those were hard because he would just keep talking without realizing that people were bored. The only people he could look in the eye were his twin and his father.

Juliette adored her poor awkward brother. Every time bullies picked on him, they had to deal with his twin. And it wasn't her fiery temper that got them. It was her clever mind. Her father once told her it was scarier that way. If scary got Nicholas some quiet moments to paint then scary was what she did best.

"Here we are," Juliette noted cheerfully.

"Let's get going," Mozzie said. "The sooner you're with your father the sooner I can leave."

"Uncle Mozzie, you can just drop me off at the door."

"No, because last time I did that you ran away."

"I knew dad was going to be ticked."

"Well this time I'm supposed to escort you all the way up to his office. And don't pick the handcuffs yet. I don't want to use my Taser."

"You own a Taser?"

"I don't like guns."

"Too easy to track?"

"Among other things," Mozzie opened the door for her. "After you, madam."

"Such a gentleman, Moz."