A/N: Hello people! If you are a fan of my other fanfiction, I am sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I had a butt ton of school work and was unable to write. I know, I know, I just uploaded a fanfiction. This has been sitting around for a while, so I decided to post it. I will try and update my other one soon. Hope you enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar, and most likely never will. Otherwise, Neal would have a kid.
The young woman sat across from Peter, tapping angrily on the table and her legs crossed. She was no more than 16, with crystal blue eyes and dark chocolate hair streaked with turquoise. She was angry. Very angry.
"No." she said simply, staring the FBI agent down.
"C'mon Stephanie. It's just this one time."
"For the last time, it's Stevie. It's should be in my file. And no, it won't be this one time."
"Yes it will. I promise."
"Isn't that what you said the last 5 times you asked for my help?" Her lips pursed, she leaned forward, causing the agent to scoot back. He knew better than to entice her.
"This time it's different."
"Never heard that one before."
"Just answer the question."
"Fine."
She leaned back, crossed her arms, and took a deep breath. Peter leaned forward, looking very eager. "Go to hell." She stood up and stalked out of the room.