Yet another White Collar/Glee crossover. This time, Cooper and Neal won't be related. ;) Anyway, this will kind of be like The Lying Game, Ringer, Model Behavior, and It Takes Two (The Olsen Twins film). I do not own Glee or White Collar. They belong to Fox and USA network respectively.

Also, this takes place in late winter 2013. Kurt and Blaine have been broken up, but they are back together in this fic.

1/23 EDIT: Okay, so I saw the spring premire (winter premire?). Some of this content has been edited accordingly.

Stand at window

Sip drink

Stare out window

Get lost in thought

Sip

Stare

Think

Make fun at how boring this routine is all you want, but, Neal finds it therapeutic. He usually does this after or during some big drama like chasing down unrequited romances and avoiding Kramer. This particular drama happened to be that Neal found out that "Sam" is his real father.

Or should he even call him that?

Neal sighed deeply and raised his glass to no one in particular. "Here's to family." He muttered under his breath. "Real and surrogate. Who knew surrogate families were better?" He took a drink. "Here's to friendship. Probably the most sane of relationships. And here's to love. Kate, Sara, and Maya should know something about that. Hmm." Neal finished off his glass, stripped to his underwear, and flopped on his bed. Sleep sounds welcoming after these tiring three weeks.

Sam...or James- whatever his name is- is now living in the safe house Mozzie provided outside of New York. Peter was cordial, but, he still worried about James being back in Neal's life. Will Neal go astray again? He couldn't let that happen. Neal is truly at his best when he's on the FBI's side.

XXX

The next morning, Neal woke up with a slight hangover. He quietly got dressed and ate his breakfast. The silence was broken when he heard his phone ring.

"Hello?" Neal tried to keep the depression out of his voice.

"Hello, is this Nick Holden?" The voice asked.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Yeah, this is Derek Williams from the Allen County, Ohio Storage Unit. You moved some 'treasures' you called it in here eight years ago."

Neal's mouth formed an "Oh." shape as he remembered. "Right. I paid for eight years."

"Yep. The eight-year date is up on Friday. I was just calling to remind you." Derek said.

"All right. Thanks so much for reminding me." Neal said sincerely.

"You're welcome. Have a good day."

"You, too. Bye." Neal hung up, exhaled sharply, and checked his account on his computer. Hmm. He didn't have enough to pay for one more month. Maybe he can borrow money from Peter? He'd probably hold it over his head for the rest of their lives, but...well, it's worth a shot.

XXX

Neal put a smile on his face as he walked through the FBI bullpen towards Peter's office. He was just finishing up a phone call when Neal knocked on his door. Peter gestured for him to come in.

"Morning, Neal." Peter greeted as he gathered up some papers.

"Morning." Neal sat down. "So...I have a problem."

Peter stopped what he was doing and studied Neal intently. He rarely came to him with problems. It must be big. "I'm listening."

"Four years ago, I told you I hid away some things Mozzie, Kate, and I stole and some personal items. I told Mozzie I hid it in Seattle. I told Kate I hid it in Vegas." Neal explained.

"So, where did you hide it?" Peter asked.

"In a smallish mid-western town called Lima. It's in Ohio." Neal revealed.

"Why there of all places?" Peter wondered.

"Because it's the last place anyone would look." Neal explained. "I only knew of the town because I studied a map of Ohio when I passed through. I'd never been there, so I stashed everything in a storage unit there. Paid the guy enough to hold the stuff for eight years."

"And now your eight years are up." Peter surmised. Neal nodded. "And...you don't have enough money to pay for a month longer." Neal nodded again. "Well, I'm happy to help." He opened up his checking account. "How much do you need?"

Neal was surprised. "As much as this pleasantly surprises me, I was actually thinking of just getting rid of it."

"Seriously? You don't want to keep anything?"

"No." Neal sighed. "I honestly would rather just leave the past behind."

Peter smiled at Neal and nodded in understanding. "You know, storage transactions are usually done in person."

"Okay, so...do we send one of our agents to go, or...I could send Mozzie." Neal suggested.

"I was actually thinking we could go." Peter replied.

Neal lifted up his anklet-clad ankle. "I think Lima's well outside my radius."

"I think if I can persuade Hughes long enough, I can convince him to let me take you there for a couple of days to get rid of your treasures." Peter said, smiling. "Come on. You need a vacation."

Well, he does have a point. Neal nodded slowly. "Okay. Sure. Thanks." He paused. "Have you ever... have you ever wished you lived a normal life? A wife and kids?"

Peter was surprised. That was random. What brought that up? "Well, I do like my job. I have thought about having kids, but...well...you saw what happened to Elizabeth. I don't want to take that risk with children. Why? Have you?"

Neal shrugged. "I toyed with the idea of starting a family with Kate and later, Sara. But...it's not in the cards. I mean, if I'm ashamed of my father, imagine what my child would think of me."

"You're not that bad, Neal." Peter assured him. "What matters is who you are now. I'm pretty sure if you did have a kid, that kid would be proud of you for at least changing your ways."

Neal smiled widely. "Aww, thanks." He stood up. "I'll get right on to my assignment. Talk to you later." He turned to leave, but turned back around. "Oh, by the way- this conversation never happened. You understand." He winked and left.

Peter just shook his head and chuckled quietly. Oh, Neal...

XXX

Cooper sighed as he sat down in his airplane seat. He was on his way to Lima, Ohio. Being an actor was fun and all, but lately...he's been having trouble finding a gig. The entertainment industry is very competitive (especially with the economy!), and there are lots more experienced actors out there ("But how am I supposed to get more experience if they won't give me the chance?" Cooper complained to his agent.). He was feeling down on his luck, so, he booked a flight to Ohio. Maybe his brother (although slightly insecure himself) can pick him up again. That thought cheered him up. A little.

"You know, you'd think after all these years they'd make airline food more edible." Said the passenger next to Cooper.

Cooper snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah. I mean, isn't that what food critics are for?" They both laughed.

"So what is bringing you to Ohio?"

"Family." Cooper replied. He smiled at the woman. "You probably recognize me. I'm pretty famous."

The woman stared at Cooper intently. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. "No. I'm afraid not. Are you an actor or something?"

"Yeah, actually." Cooper tried not to get too excited.

"Oh!" The woman raised her eyebrows. "What are you in?"

"A commercial series." Cooper grinned. "Free Credit Rating Today?"

The woman tried not to look too confused. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I haven't seen that."

"Oh." Cooper nodded, trying not to look disappointed. He's been trying to get into a big box office hit movie or TV series, but...well... he wanted everyone to know who he is. He wanted his name in lights.

The rest of the flight felt long. Once he got off the termanal, Cooper called Blaine.

"Hey, Big Brother." Blaine said cheerfully through his phone.

"Hey, Squirt. I just landed. I'll be home soon." Cooper replied, trying to sound happy.

"Okay. Well, I have Glee practice until five, so I'll pick up dinner." Blaine replied.

"Sounds great." Cooper smiled.

"Okay, well, I gotta go to class, but I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, bye." Cooper sighed and hung up. Blaine sounded happier than he was not three months ago after he and Kurt broke up. Now they're back together, and Blaine is back to being his happy self.

...Well, at least one of them is happy.

XXX

A tall, stocky man in his late sixties walked into a room occupied by three other men. "Bennet is back."

"And I'm guessing you're still pissed at him." One man nodded.

The first man raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you be, Clark? If he murdered your lifelong friend in cold blood, and ruined your life, wouldn't you want revenge?"

"All right, I understand, Phil." Clark raised his hands in surrender. "So, what's your plan?"

Phil walked to the window with his hands behind his back. "I want him to pay dearly. I want him to feel what he most likely felt. I want him to suffer."

"So...we kill him?"

"No. That would be taking the easy way out." Clark replied. He was in deep thought for a moment. "Look up his bio to see if he has any family."

Clark obeyed. After a few minutes, Bennet's bio was pulled up. "Let's see...his wife died fifteen years ago from drug overdose...but, he has a son." He pulled up the son's bio and his eyes widened. "Jesus Christ. It's Neal Caffrey."

Phil turned around in surprised. "Ex-con artist turned CI Neal Caffrey?"

Clark nodded. "Says here he currently lives in New York. He escaped arrest three times."

"Well...we'll make sure he doesn't this time." Phil smiled evilly.

Clark found a number to call. "Yes, I'm looking for Neal Caffrey. This is Jack Barnes calling. I'm an old friend of his from high school."

"He is actually out of town at the moment. May I take a message?" Asked the voice.

"Oh. Is he in Missouri? 'Cause that's where I live."

"No, actually, he's in Ohio. Can I take a message?"

"No thanks. I'll call back in a week or something. Thanks, anyway. Bye." He hung up and sighed. "He's in Ohio."

"Oh. That narrows it down to about...what- five hundred cities and towns?" Phil turned around and raised an eyebrow.

Clark got onto another socket. "Cross-referencing Ohio with all of Neal's aliases..." He sighed. "Well, he visited Lima eight years ago as Nick Holden."

"Check with the FAA to see if he landed there."

XXX

Neal and Peter watched as the worker opened up the storage garage. In it were about fifty boxes dusty and untouched.

"What is all this stuff?" Peter asked, looking around.

"Uh...household items, knicknacks, artwork...some jewelry...some personal pictures." Neal answered. He paused. "All right. Let's return some of this stuff to their respective owners, and sell the rest on Ebay. I bought some of it, so..." He shook his head.

"You don't want to keep any of it?" Peter asked.

"No. Too many memories of Kate." Neal nodded firmly.

"All right. Let's make an inventory of everything here, thenwe'll return what you stole to the FBI and ship your personal items to New York so you can sell it online."

"Sure."

XXX

A few hours later, they were done. They had the remaining boxes shipped to Neal's apartment in New York.

"Okay...since there's not a flight or train back to New York until tomorrow, I checked us into a hotel." Peter replied. "Do you wanna just head there, or...?"

"I wanna explore the town a bit. It's been a while since I've been here." Neal revealed.

Peter nodded. "Okay. Let's park somewhere downtown and explore."

"Great."

XXX

Cooper clutched a bag in one hand and a cell phone in the other. His jacket was slung over one arm. His luggage was lost, and he didn't have any clothes at home. Everything from home was taken to LA to his apartment. He dialed a number.

"Hey, you've reached Blaine Anderson. I'm sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Cooper sighed. 'Sure. Get mad at me for not answering...' "Hey, so, since you didn't answer I'm just going to find another little brother to hang out with. Nah, just kidding. Anyway, call me back. Bye." He hung up his phone, but wasn't watching where he was going. He collided with another man his height.

"Oof!" He dropped his bag, jacket, and phone.

"God. Sorry." The man said. He knelt down and set his jacket down to help pick up the fallen contents.

Cooper sighed. "This is just not my day." He stood up and picked up his jacket. Neal picked his jacket up and stood. The two men stared at each other in shock. They look almost exactly alike except that Cooper looks a little younger and his hair is darker and shorter than Neal's. "Whoa. Are we related?"

"I don't know. Does the names Bennet or Caffrey mean anything to you?" Neal asked.

Cooper shook his head. "Do the names Anderson and Mendoza mean anything to you?"

"Nope." Neal shook his head. "Weird. We look like twins. Are you in your thirties?"

"No. Late twenties." Cooper replied. "Okay, well, I gotta go. Namaste."

"See ya." Neal turned to walk back to where he left Peter, who was walking back to him.

"Make any new friends?" Peter joked.

Neal chuckled. "No, I don't think I did."

Peter nodded. He noticed something different. "That is not your jacket."

Neal checked the jacket. "Dammit. It's his jacket." He ran off towards where he met the other man.

"Neal!" Peter called after him.

Neal saw the other man walking towards the end of the street. Two men were carrying a long table out of a building in front of Neal. Two men jumped out of a black van and grabbed Neal's lookalike.

"It's me. We have Caffrey." One man said.

Neal's eyes widened. 'Oh, crap. They think that other guy is me!' He managed to get past the table and ran towards the black van as it drove off. "WAIT!" He yelled out helplessly.

I know a lot of things happened in this chapter, but, I just couldn't decide when to end it, so...I'm ending it here. Reviews are appreciated.