Okay so this is a story that will probably have 30 chapters, I will thy to post every other day as this year I took a leap year so I have some time on my hands. I haven't written in a long time so I may be a little rusty. I would like feedback of all sorts, especially reviews. So, enjoy!

I never thought it would ever come to this, I always thought that when I would be 30 I would be married to an amazing man and have 2 kids already but, here I am, in front of the FBI building, ready to do the most horrible think I have ever done. I enter the tall building and head to the elevator, the place is crowded, packed with agents that don't even realize what I am going to do. My hands started sweating as I get in the elevator along with 4 other people and head to the 21st floor, the White Collar division, where my target is. I finally get there and the doors open and through those glass panel I can see him. He never changed, his blue eyes sparkling as he laughed with some colleagues. My heart gave a painful jerk as I entered the office space, see him noticing me and taking his hat off smiling. I pulled out my gun, point it, close my eyes and shoot.

24 HOURS EARLIER

"Ariana, why does it take you so long to get ready every morning? For Christ's sake, you get up at 5 am and you still aren't ready at 8?" My roommate and best friend, Abigail said, well, more like yelled at me from the living room.

"Well, what can I say, I like to eat my breakfast and drink my coffee peacefully before starting another hectic day. Now, quit bickering and let's go!" I replied as I straightened my jacket and putting my fedora hat on.

"Now, look who is giving me orders! I waited for you for an hour and now you…"

"Abigail, if you don't get out that door right now I am going to rip your head off." I replied sweetly, my British accent kicking in full force.

"Okay, okay… who are we meeting again and why?"

"We are meeting Mozzley at Deco Café. He asked for my advice regarding something and I am going to help him. You don't have to come if you don't want to…" I replied seeing the slight distaste on her face when I mentioned Mozzley.

"Don't mind if I don't, Mozz is a sweetheart but he annoys the life out of me with his OCD and lack of modesty." Abigail replied while putting on her converse shoes.

"Then, where do you plan on going? Don't tell me you are running the con with the Irish mob, Abs, they are dangerous and if something would happen to you, I'd be out of my mind with worry. Please be careful!"

"Yes, mom, of course I will be careful. I just can't stay away, they said something yesterday about Neal and getting revenge and stuff so, I have to find out what this is all about."

"Okay, Abs and if you get anything good give me a call so I can pass the info to Mozz. Bye, bye!"

As I got to the café I saw Mozz seating at a table, sitting in front a cup of coffee and arranging by height everything on the table. I smile to myself as I approached him, thinking how odd of a man he is but still a really good friend. Reaching the table, I sat myself down on the chair in front of him.

"Heya, Mozzley! How have you been?" I asked seeing that he had bags under his eyes and he also looked a bit pale.

"I am fine, thank you! The problem is that a supposed friend of mine allegedly took something from someone and now they are looking for revenge. The only problem is that this friend of mine did not take that something but a friend of my friend took it. And now, that friend of my friend doesn't know what to do to keep himself and his friend out of danger." Mozzley said, looking at the table and finding a crack in it particularly interesting.

"God, Moz, what did you do? What did you steal?"

"I allegedly stole a painting worth 800.000 dollars from the Irish mob. Now they think that Neal took it but they also know about his ties with me, you and Abigail so we need to keep an eye open."

As he finished saying that, my heart went cold, shivers coursing all over my body making the hair at the back of my neck stand up, Abigail was there with them, she was in the hands of the mob and they knew who she was, she was in grave danger. Then, suddenly, my phone rang, it was Abigail.

"Abs, hey, you need to get out of there, now! You are in so much danger!" I said, not waiting to hear from the other end but, when I heard it wasn't the voice I hoped.

"Yes, we quite know about your little friend here. Here is the deal, we want our paintings by tomorrow at 12 pm or your roommate dies. We also want you to kill Neal Caffrey if you want me to let your friend leave without the body bag. Do I make myself clear?" A menacing voice came from the other end, making me weak in the knees at the thought of my best friend who now was in the hands of these ruthless men.

"Crystal, sir. Can you please put her on the phone to know that she is alive, please?" I said my voice cracking, tears threatening to spill onto my pale cheeks.

"Ariana, Ariana! Oh, God, help me!" Abigail screamed from the other end, she sounded like she has been crying and I could only imagine in what state she was.

"Don't forget, you have 24 hours, starting now." The man said as he hung up.

"Mozz, we need a plan and we need it now! I need to give them back the painting and also do something that would prove difficult for both of us, I have to kill Neal."

"You need to what?"

5 HOURS LATER, Neal Caffrey's Apartment

"Ok, I got the painting, now we wait for Neal to finish his working hours with the Suit and then we can plan." Mozz said while sipping from a glass filled with Bordeaux.

"Mozz, do you think we can pull this off? I mean, conning the Irish mob isn't the easiest feat. What if we fail? Abigail will be killed…" I said drawing a deep breath and drowning my glass of wine.

"Don't worry, it will work, I promise."

Just as he finished his sentence, the door opened and Neal entered, taking off his hat and smiling.

"Hey, Mozz! You broke into my apartment again and this time you brought a guest. Who is our lovely friend here?" Neal asked raising an eyebrow but keeping his charming smile on.

"Oh, right, you don't know each other in person. Neal, this is Ariana Dale, a.k.a. The Lioness, she is the one that keeps tabs on any rumours that spring up on you and threat your life or my get you in jail. For short, she keeps us safe and sound. Ariana, this is Neal Caffrey, the one you know everything about, well, all except his face."

"Nice to meet you, Neal. It is wonderful to put a face to the info." I said shaking his hand, noticing how soft and warm his hand was.

"The feeling is mutual, never knew The Lioness would be so charming and so benign looking." Neal said while taking my hand and putting it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

"Well, we all have our secrets. Did you know that in Romania we say that a person that has warm hands is a very good liar? But that is not what I came here for, we have a problem. My best friend, Abigail Kaine, was digging into rumours that concerned you. We traced the rumours back to the Irish mob. They think you stole this painting, a lost Klimt, from them so, they wanted revenge. Then, before I know it, Abigail is undercover and neck deep into the Irish mob. Today, I received a phone call, somehow they found who Abs really was, they traced her back to me and then they found out about you. They thought they could kill two birds with one stone, get the painting and get rid of you, permanently. The Irish mob leader, Andrew Stanfield, wants you dead. He ordered me to recover the painting and put a bullet between your eyes or Abigail dies." I said looking him in the eye, giving a sigh at the end of my story.

"Well, I guess we have to form a plan, don't we?" he said, his blue eyes sparkling.

That was the moment when I knew it was going to be alright, Abs was going to be okay and that that sparkle in Neal's eyes was the thing that gave me hope.

Okay, so this is the first chapter, you can call it a pilot chapter. I will be continuing this story based on the feedback I get. Hopefully you liked it but, please, tell me what you think.