AN: I am thoroughly finished with whumpage so this story will not contain any. My goal for this story is humor, expect a lot of that. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar, USA, Neal Caffrey, or anything else in this story. Sigh, I can only wish.

"Wonderful as usual Elizabeth." Neal said. He scooped the remaining pieces of scrambled eggs onto his fork and ate them happily. "You're the only person who can make eggs and bacon gourmet."

Elizabeth laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Hon', don't encourage him." Peter said. He took a sip of coffee as he flipped to the sports section.

"Don't be rude just because you had to eat the turkey bacon instead." Neal said.

Peter glared at his consultant through the newspaper but refused to give Neal the triumph of saying anything to him. Elizabeth laid a gentle kiss on his cheek. "The doctor said you had to cut back on the sodium."

"I know." Peter said but as soon as her back was turned he snatched a slice of bacon off Neal's plate.

Neal grinned and said. "Elizabeth…"

"Yes Neal?" She called from the kitchen. Peter mouthed the word 'prison' to Neal.

"Never mind." Neal called back. To Peter's annoyance he was still smiling.

Peter's phone went off; it was Jones. "This is Burke."

As the conversation went on Peter grinned wider and wider. He hung up saying, "Neal's gonna love that."

"I'm going to love what?" Neal asked. Peter's eye glinted a little…maniacally. "I don't like the look on your face."

"We need to be at the office in ten." Peter said.

Neal frowned, "It's a twenty minute drive."

"Guess we'll just have to drive fast." Peter said.

Just before they left Elizabeth kissed her husband and said, "If you ever steal salty food off of Neal's plate again I'll have to break your fingers."

Peter glared at Neal who held his hands up. "I didn't say anything."

There were a few things that Neal had grown accustomed to while working with Peter at the FBI: the coffee was bad, Hughes never had good news, and if the whole of the White Collar department was gathered in one place it was around HIM. Therefore, Neal was a little surprised to find the entire floor around a singular point that wasn't him.

He gently nudged his way through the laughing crowd till he found the center. It was a woman, early twenties at most, with straight red hair and pearly white skin. She had green eyes like emerald gems and the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. She wore a pair of designer flip flops, designer jeans, a tight designer jacket over a designer tank top. Definitely not short on money. She was drawing near to the end of her story, "So there I am impersonating Vienna Root, while talking to the real Vienna Root, and all of the sudden the FBI comes bursting through the doors!"

Peter had fought his way to the center of the crowd to join Neal. "Who is she Peter?"

"Miss Eve Carmichael." Peter replied.

"And who exactly is Miss Carmichael?" Neal asked.

Peter smiled. "Let's go to my office. We need to talk."

Peter took a seat at his desk and motioned for Neal to sit down across from him. Neal shook his head. "Who is Eve Carmichael?"

"I really think you should sit." Peter urged.

Neal hesitated but eventually took a seat. "So…"

"Eve is a con artist, like you." Peter said. "About a month ago we convicted her of hacking."

"What is she doing here?" Neal asked.

Peter fought a smile and failed. "She's your new apprentice. You're going to teach her how to be a White Collar consultant."

"I'm what?" Neal asked.

Peter smiled wider. It wasn't often the cool confidence man was thrown off, Peter had learned to enjoy the moments as they came. "You're going to teach her to be a White Collar consultant."

"This wasn't part of the agreement Peter." Neal said.

Peter laughed. "Actually it is. The FBI own you for four years. They have the right to send you to prison any time they see fit. They aren't negotiating on this."

"You mean…" Neal said shocked.

"If you don't train her, you're new wardrobe will consist of orange." Peter said.

Neal sulked. "You have got to be kidding."

"Nope." Peter said. "Believe me, the last thing I want for the FBI is another you."

In spite of his feelings that made Neal smile. "There can never be another me."

"Don't be so sure." Peter said. He picked up a blue file and tossed it to Neal.

Neal flipped through. "Impressive. You suspect her for What was her nickname?"

Peter lost his smile and looked down. "What?"

"Her nickname? I was James Bonds. Curtis Hagen was the Dutchman. What was her nickname?" Neal asked.

Peter nearly answered but a female voice interrupted saying, "Caffrey 2.0."

Neal turned to look at the door where Eve stood. "I'm sorry?"

"My nickname was Caffrey 2.0." She said. "It was a real compliment to be compared to my biggest role model."

Neal stood and flashed her his signature smile. "I was your role model? You know, we're going to be spending a lot of time together. Maybe we should get to know each other off the books."

"Down Neal, she's a minor." Peter said.

Eve smiled sweetly at Peter. "That's not what my ID says."

"But it is what your file says." Peter replied.

Eve leaned against the doorway like she was striking a pose. "I turn eighteen in four days."

"You're still a minor." Peter said. He gave a pointed look at Neal. "Four days."

Neal held up his hands in surrender. "I have no interest in going back to prison."

"So…Caffrey 2.0 huh?" Neal asked Peter.

"In computers the 2.0 version is the better version." Eve supplied.

Neal arched an eyebrow at Peter who said. "I didn't come up with the nickname."

"Sure you didn't." Neal said.

Peter smiled, "Okay, so maybe I helped."

Neal looked into her file again. "Suspected of racketeering, counterfeiting, bond forgery, art forgery, art theft…"

"A lot like your file I've heard." Eve said.

Peter sighed. "A real meeting of minds."

Eve shifted poses. "Is it possible for us to go for food? I know a wonderful Italian restaurant just down the street…"

"Sure." Peter said. He brushed past Eve. As he walked down the hall he said, "Since it's your first day I'll pay I–Where's my wallet? Neal!"

Eve smiled and pulled it out of her jacket pocket. She tossed it to the speechless consultant. "Sounds like you're in trouble Caffrey."

Neal prepared a story in his head and smiled. He and Eve might just get along after all.

AN: Begin White Collar Intro! I know we don't exactly like Eve right now but just wait...she gets better I promise. Please feel free to review!