I do not own White Collar, nor do I own Highlander. Thus the term "fanfiction"
Neal had merely been amused at first, (it was not the first time the law had noticed him) and then become intrigued as he played prank after prank and committed crime after crime and still Agent Burke did not give up. Even better, this mortal was not only determined, he was intelligent. Sharp even, in a way that reminded Neal of Brother Seamus from all those years ago.
The game was on.
Then Peter (he was Peter by then, Neal wasn't one for standing on ceremony outside of a con.) caught him. In more than five hundred and sixty years, no one had ever caught Neal before. Not even Brother Seamus, and there had never been anyone else who cared enough to try for as long as it took. (Except the Chief of Clann Cárthaigh back in 1502, and that was different. The man wanted his mother's heirloom necklace back.)
It had completely bewildered him. If nothing else, prison gave him time to think. He had made up his mind to live this one out. He didn't want to give up Kate, and Peter fascinated him. Curiosity had always been his greatest weakness after all.
He needed to know more.
A/N: I actually do not (in my extensive mixing of 'verses) really like Neal being an immortal. I just don't like the way that works out. This little thing wouldn't leave me alone though, so here it is.