Chapter one

"So, Pete, how long is this going to take? Why can't you just have a criminal do it since they're better at it," I complained throwing my hands in the air.

"Quiet, Libby," Peter shushed me. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes as I walked away from him. "Wait!" that was the last thing I heard before a small gas tank exploded.

I kept on coughing and coughing. I felt like I had dust in my lungs and I couldn't get it out. "I said wait. You didn't wait. Ten thousand man hours to get this close to the Dutchman and you blow my evidence!" Peter yelled frustrated.

"Agent Burke, how did you know that this was going to happen?" an African-American agent asked.

"324. Look at your phones. What it spells?"

"Oh. FBI."

I chuckled to myself as Peter became more annoyed. "Libby, stop laughing!"

"I'm sorry but it's just too funny," I replied as soon as I stopped laughing; however, I started laughing again when my brother found out that the famous Neal Caffrey escaped from prison. Neal was always a sore subject for him. Diana, my brother, and I walked outside and drove to jail.

I studied the jail while Peter did all the talking. I was never the talker in the family. We walked into Neal's room. It was a small room with many drawings. Neal is a really good artist. If he wasn't a con man then I might have been friends with him. Peter and I then looked at the video recordings.

Neal was tall with slightly long, dark hair with a bushy beard. He reminded me a little bit of Santa Claus. I giggled softy at my weird imagination until I saw Neal when he started his four years at prison. He was gorgeous. My mouth was agape with shock and amazement. He was a god, absolutely perfect from his feet to his hair. His chocolate colored, messy hair, his sapphire eyes that hid all of his pain, and that radiant, sexy smile was what made my heart skip a beat. My thoughts were solely focus on him.

"Libby, I need your help. I don't know what's going on in this video."

The video was of a pretty, dark hair woman visiting Neal. "She's breaking up with him," I said simply and went back to playing with my yo-yo.

"And how do you know this?" The Marshall inquired.

"Her eyebrows are slightly down at a 30 degree angle, her head is tilted, and she shrugged her shoulders while shaking her head. Also once she stood up, he placed his hand on the window as if trying to convince her to stay."

"She's right. Kate hasn't visited him after that," Peter announced as he laughed at the Marshall's appalled face. "I know where he is."

I went home after that. Peter didn't need me to arrest Neal again so I left. Once I opened my house door, I was tackled to the ground by a petite five year old girl and a big seven year old boy. "Aidan, Arianna, let your Auntie Libby come in and sit down. She must be tired from work," Savannah said.

Savannah is 52 years old woman who lost her daughter two years ago. Since I was named as the guardian of her grandchildren, we've decide to have her move in with me to take care of the children while I'm at work. She's like a second mother to me, and I'm like a second daughter to her. Some people do believe that she's my mother with our matching brown hair and hazel eyes. Her daughter was my best friend since we were both 10. It was sad to lose her, but we all had to move on. I don't think I've completely moved on yet, I'm getting there, but I always see her face in her children which slowly tears open the wounds of losing her.

Aidan is a smart, hyper little boy. He loves sharks and dinosaurs and skateboards. He loves to draw and play videogames. He has short dark brown hair and brown eyes

Arianna is a sweet little angel. She loves to dance and sing. She is so cute and adorable. She looks just like her brother; they match in hair and eye color.

"It's fine, Savannah. I need some excitement today," I sighed, sitting on the couch.

"So work was boring?" Savannah asked.

"Well boring isn't the exacted word I would use. The work is too easy. It's never changeling enough." Savannah laughed as she put in a movie for the kids and me to watch. We were watching Cinderella before I fell asleep.

The next day I had the day off. I went shopping with El, Peter's wife.

"Did Neal really propose that? No wonder why Pete has been acting a little off. He's going to accepted the offer right?" I said looking at a red dress.

"I hate how you know what people are thinking and what they're going to do," El said. "You should try on that dress. That color will look great on you."

I snorted. "Well, it's my job to know all those things, El. And plus I know that you love it when Peter tells you stories about what I did."

El chuckled as I went to try on the dress. It was a small, tight blood red dress. It was short with a black bow on the back around the waist. I put it on and walked out.

"That looks amazing on you! I didn't think you could get any prettier!" she exclaimed, giddy.

"Ha-ha. It's pretty but I don't know where I'm going to wear it to, it's not like I go out or anything," I responded changing back to my blue skirt and white blouse

"You should get it, trust me. I know you'll need it sometime really soon."

I sighed. "Okay, fine I'll get it." My phone began singing Move likes Jagger by my favorite band, Maroon Five. "This is Burke."

"Hey, Libby, We have something. Meet me at the airport now please," Peter ordered.

"Hey, Pete, is Neal coming?" I inquired.

"I'm on my way to get him now."

"I finally get to meet him! Well, I'll see you there, Pete. Oh, your wife says to make sure that you're home for dinner! Bye, love you!" I turned to El.

"You have to go. I understand. Just be careful, okay?" I nodded.

"Thanks for everything, El. I'll stop by for dinner someday this week." I left in my black Mercedes. There was a lot of traffic but I made it on time to the airport. Once I arrived inside, I noticed that Peter was here talking to Diana with Neal. I began to feel a little bit nervous. Today I, Olivia Burke, am going to meet the wonderful, sexy Neal Caffery. I'm going to make sure that I make a nice, noticeable introduction.

"Blanca Nieve y los siete chicos," I heard Pete say once he opened the briefcases.

"Snow White and her seven little men," Neal answered in English.

"Oh, Pete, I love that story," I said once I came near them.

Peter and Diana laughed as Neal looked confused. "Yeah, I think we all know that," said Diana.

"I remember, ever since we were little, you would always be Snow White for Halloween," laughed Peter.

I giggled softly, "Well, Snow White is just amazing. Everyone wants to be her."

"Snow White is also my favorite Princess," I turned to Neal, "One Song. I have but one song. One song only for you," Neal sang the "One Song" that was in the movie Snow White.

I giggled again. "That's cute."

"I'm Neal, and what is the name of the beautiful lady standing in front of me," He took his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Olivia or Libby for short. I'm the team's psychologist. Nice to meet you, Neal," I shook his hand, smiling.

"Well, now that we all know each other, let's get back to the case," Peter interrupted our beautiful moment. "What do we know about this guy?"

"He says he's a rare book dealer," responded Diana.

"Well, he's not so much of a rare book dealer if he has about 600 of them," I stated bored. I picked up a book. "Hey, Peter, do you think he'll mind if I take one? I've wanted to teach the kids some Spanish."

Neal's laughter was like bells ringing to my ears. "I'm sure he won't notice; he does have a lot. Are you married, Libby?" For some reason, having Neal ask me that question bothered me.

Before I was able to answer, Peter responded, "No, she's not married, she has a girl and a boy. Now if you two keep talking while we have to work then I'm gonna have to separate you two."

My responses were to laugh and to get back to work while Neal's was to send me a charming smile and a wink. I just continued to laugh.

"Hey, Libby, come with me to interview this rare book dealer," Peter asked after we worked for a little bit.

"Sure, Pete. Maybe I can ask him for some books while I'm there." I listened to Neal's laugh as I slowly followed and I entered a pale white room and the supposed 'rare book dealer' sat, waiting.

"Peter and Olivia Bruke, F.B.I. So you are a book dealer?" Pete asked.

"Yes, well, as I told everyone here, repeatedly, my business is the import and sale of rare books," the book dealer responded, handing Peter his card.

"How rare can they be? You have 600 of them. And by the way, do you mind if I took two home with me? I want to teach my kids Spanish." I smiled at him as Peter sighed.

He stood up and shouted, "Of Course not! We need them!" I almost laugh. He fell into my trap and now his breathing is uneven and he's sweating, which means that he's getting nervous.

He was going to tell us what the books were for before a door opened and in came a chubby bald man with a suit case. "I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to my client. The constitution and all," he stated, gesturing with his hand for Peter and I to leave. The man didn't look or act likes a lawyer. Most lawyers wore fancy and expensive suites, and he was wearing a suit that looked like maybe 30 dollars. There's something odd about him.

"Let's go, Libs." I followed Peter out.

"No dance, huh?" Neal asked when Peter and I were near.

"Not for you." Diana turns to us. "The books don't cost much."

Peter then screamed at someone for not letting him know that the book dealer had called for a lawyer.

"He didn't call anybody," the man said.

He didn't call anyone. Oh, shit! I ran back into room before Peter, Diana, and Neal noticed. When I came into the room, I found the book dealer died. I left the body and laid my head against the wall. "Dam it! How did I not notice it?" I mutter.

I soon felt a hand on my arm. I thought it was Peter trying to make me feel better until I heard his voice. "It's fine. Peter didn't notice anything either, so please calm down." I turned to look at him and gave him a small smile.

I muttered, "Thanks," as he smiled back. I sat thinking over in my head possible reason why a rare book dealer would have 600 of the same book, and why would someone kill him because of that. Finally, this job is getting exciting but annoying at the same time!