Okay, so I haven't seen a whole bunch of Neal/OC stories on here yet, so I am writing my own. Obviously, I don't own any of the characters from White Collar, but any characters you don't recognize from the show are mine. Any way, please enjoy chapter one, reviews are greatly apreciated!

Stolen sweets are always sweeter; Stolen kisses much completer; stolen looks are nice in chapels; Stolen, stolen be your apples-Thomas Randolph

"Peter!" I shouted excitedly, running towards the man in question as I entered the offices of the white collar crime unit.

"Annabelle, what are you doing in New York?" my older brother, Special Agent Peter Burke, asked after a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"What, can't a little sister fly from New Orleans to New York to visit her big brother?" Peter just raised his eyebrows in response. "Oh, okay, fine, I moved back here. The school I was working for was burned down, so I called one of my friends on the city school board and she said there were plenty of jobs open in the social studies department if I wanted one."

"That was your school? That was all over the news last week. Have you talked to Elle yet? You know she's gonna be all over you when she finds out," he pointed out as I followed him towards his office.

"I was going to go see her after I stopped by here," I said breathlessly as I took in the brown haired blue eyed god sitting in front of Peter's desk.

Not noticing my change in behavior, Peter gestured towards the man, "Annabelle, this is Neal Caffrey. Neal, this is my sister Annabelle." Neal Caffrey, the man my brother had spent three years chasing. And now, they were pretty much partners. Funny how things work out, isn't it?

"Hi," I fumbled out as he clasped my small, cold hand in his, which was significantly larger and warmer. God, I hope I wasn't blushing, but the heat in my face told a different story.

"Hi, Annabelle," my name sounded amazing coming from Neal's mouth. Why is it that the first guy I am actually attracted to in the past five years, is a criminal, one my brother spent years trying to arrest? He flashed me a wide grin before releasing my hand.

"So where are you staying?" Peter asked, beginning to type something on his computer.

"I got an apartment down in Queens, same building as before," I told him, fiddling with the hem of my blue sweater dress, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I felt like a teenager again, answering to my big brother while trying not to like one of his friends.

"Are you sure you want to go back there? You can always stay with me and Elle," he offered, looking up from the screen.

"Peter, you know how I feel about that," I warned, sitting in the chair next to Neal crossing my legs, which were covered by a pair of black cut off leggings, and resting my ratty old converses on Peter's desk. After receiving one of his infamous glares I moved my feet to the floor.

"Yeah, he doesn't like when people do that," Neal stage whispered to me.

"Tell me about it," I replied, shooting Peter a sassy smile after being the target of another glare. Slapping my hands on my thighs, I stood. "Well, I'm gonna go bug your wife now. Bye Peter, Neal."

"Bye, Annabelle," Peter said, turning his attention back to his computer screen.

"I'll walk you out," Neal said quickly as he jumped from his chair.

As we exited the unit and stepped inside the elevator I gave him a better look-over. "Oh my god," my eyes widened as I recognized his suit. "Is that a Devore? Where did you get one of those? It's classic Rat Pack!"

He looked taken aback as he responded, "You're into the Rat Pack?"

"Duh, how could I not be? They have to be like, the highlight of the fifties and sixties. Peter used to get mad at me because whenever he drove me places I refused to listen to anything but Sinatra."

"It's hard to believe you're related to Peter."

"Be nice, pain in the butt or not, he is still my brother," I gave him a playful shove as we reached the exit.

"And he's still arrested me on more than one occasion," Neal pointed out, but I could tell by the wide smile on his face, he wasn't even close to holding a grudge.

"Bye, Neal," I laughed at myself as instead of walking out the door as I had intended, I just ran into it after trying to push it open. "I always forget, you need to pull this one," I could feel the heat rushing to my face as I gave a half hearted wave and finally managed to get out the door and onto the streets of New York. As I started in the direction of my brother's home, I pulled out my mobile and called Elle.

"Hey, you! What are you doing?" Came my sister-in-law's cheerful answer.

"Oh, just walking to your place," I replied casually, "Are you at home?"

"Yes, I'm home! What are you doing in New York? You never told me you were coming to visit!"

"I'm not visiting. I'll explain when I get there, okay?" I held my purse closer to my body as I entered the subway and took the first seat available.

"You'd better explain short stuff," she teased, as usual picking on my rather small stature. Since I finished the sixth grade the only growth that has occurred on my part is in my breast and a slight widening of the hips. But I still stand at the same four feet eleven inches I did when I was twelve, and only weigh fifteen pounds more than I did then. Most girls are jealous when I tell them but I can't stand it. Could you imagine being this size and a high school teacher? Ninety-five percent of my students are bigger than me. And not to mention the trouble I have dating. Most guys my age think I'm in high school.

"Oh, shut it Lizzy," I retorted. When it came to Elle, I considered her to be more of a sister than just my brother's wife. And due to our closeness, we had decided I was the only one who was allowed to call her Lizzy, and only she could call me Anna-both of which were nick names we could never stand under normal circumstances. "My poor phone is ready to croak, so I'll see you when I get there, okay?"

"'Kay Anna, see you soon." And as predicted, less then thirty seconds after hanging up with Elle my phone flashed the words low-battery and then went black.

Ten minutes after getting on the subway I got off three blocks away from my brother's house. As I usually did when I came to visit, instead of knocking when I reached their door, I just walked right on in. "Oh, Lizzy!" I yelled.

"Anna!" Elle came running from the kitchen. Excitedly I threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly enough that I almost left the ground.

"I almost forgot how enthusiastic you are. Proof that you need to visit anymore," she declared as she dragged me to the couch.

"Oh I don't think that will be a problem anymore. I think I can handle the travel time from Queens to Manhattan."

Elle's blue eyes lit with excitement, "Really? Oh my god, that's awesome. But why are you leaving New Orleans? You loved it there."

"I needed a new job. There was a gas leak at the school and-"

"That was your school? Why didn't you call me?" She smacked my arm, giving me the 'you-know-better' look. She would be a great mom one day with facial expressions like that.

"I didn't want you guys worrying. Besides, nobody was inside when it happened. And I already have a new job and an apartment, so don't even bring up moving in here."

"Oh, but why not? It wouldn't be as expensive, and you wouldn't be all alone."

"Lizzy, you know I don't like people taking care of me. And I survived alone in New Orleans from my freshman year in college up until a few days ago. If I can handle it for ten years, I can handle living alone in New York less than an hour away from you and Peter.

"Fine," she pouted, knowing from past experience that I wouldn't give in. "Will you at least let me feed you, Skinny?"

I rolled my eyes and huffed, feigning annoyance, "I guess I could tolerate it since you begged me."

Laughing, she smacked me with a throw pillow, "Thanks for putting up with me; I know I'm so pushy."

"Come on, loser, I'll help you cook." I stood and pulled Lizzy to her feet. "Okay, is it just me, or is Neal much better looking than that mug shot?"

Elle stared at me in shock as she pulled a pot from the cabinet, "Tell me you aren't falling for Neal. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy. But I just don't want you getting hurt if he does go back to his old ways."

"You just don't want me to upset Peter. And no, Mom, I don't like him. I was simply making an observation." I couldn't look at her as I spoke, I knew the red dominating my face would be a dead give away.

"Whatever you say, liar," she sounded anything but convinced as she poked my side with the pot handle before setting it on the stove. "Start some spaghetti noodles for me while I get some sauce going. Maybe if you do a good job I can convince Peter to bring you new boyfriend to dinner," she added with a suggestive wink.

"Lizzy…shut up," I expertly defended myself as I filled a slightly larger pot with hot water and set it on the stove to boil. But part of me secretly hoped she was being serious. A spaghetti dinner looking at those electric blue eyes of his. Anyone else drool at the thought?

So what did you think? Feel free to supply constructive criticism, I know that I'm not perfect, so tell me what to fix. And I also need some help. For the life of me I can't remember the name of Peter and Elle's dog. I know they've said it in the show, but I haven't seen that episode in forever.

Much love, Kat