A Teenage Con

by Rebel-with-a-clue

Nick Halden is a simple, everyday kid. Except for the fact that his real name is Neal Caffery, he is the most wanted art forger in the world, he's a brillant mathematician, and he is 15. Peter/Neal father/son type of thing.

1. Chapter 1

All rights go to the creators of White Collar and all that stuff. I own none of it, and if I did Neal would be MINE! Enjoy!

"Mr. Halden!" A shout from the math teacher pulled Neal Caffery from his day dream. He looked up at the teacher, becoming his alias, Nick Halden.

"Yes Mr. Elric?" Neal asked innocently. The teacher was not fooled by that act.

"If you have time to day dream, then you must already know the answer to the problem on the board." Mr. Elric said. "Why don't you come up here and show the class?"

Neal sighed and went up to the board, picking up a marker. He completed the problem easily, it was simple compared the other problems Mozzie had him do.

When he finished, he looked up at the teacher with a bored expression on his face. Mr. Elric on the other hand was turning red. "Go back to your seat Mr. Halden, and don't let me catch you day dreaming again."

Neal nodded and returned to his seat. He wasn't day dreaming, he was thinking about the art heist he was pulling next week. He was nearly done with the forgery, and was thinking about the best escape route from the museum.

When the bell rang, Neal got up and hurried to his next and favorite class: art. They were working on copying paintings, and Neal was working on a rather famous Raphael.

"That's the guy who cashed those bonds?" Peter said, staring at the back of a guy who was no older than 16. He looked between Jones and the bank manager. "He's just a kid!"

"Who makes a damn good forgery." Jones said, watching the tape some more. "And rather good at remaining unseen. Look! He avoids all camera angles so we can't get a shot of his face. Kid's got skill."

"Well, keep searching, see if you can get anything from these bonds." Peter said, gesturing to the perfect looking papers in evidence bags. "And see if you can get anything, a reflection, eye, mouth, ANYTHING on James Bonds!"

Jones nodded and left the conference room with the bank manager. Peter looked the forged bonds. Hell, even he couldn't tell they weren't real. Everything was perfect, right down to the tri-colored seal. Whoever this kid was, he was going to make his job a hell of a lot harder.