Hey everyone, so this is my new White Collar story. I am in love with Matt Bomer, he is absolutely gorgeous ;) I love him. I think he's even sexier in the role as a father. So this is what this story is about, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

"You can't keep doing this Samantha" Peter said tiredly, as he sat down next to me on the bench. It was three in the morning, and I was currently sitting on a bench, at a park after running away from my fifth foster family. I really don't know why I always run, because peter always ends up finding me, and sending me to yet another foster family, that is just like the rest.

They all treat me the same. Pity. That's what I get. I hate it. I'm not some special person, or kid that needs their pity to feel happy. I need a really family... I need my dad.

"You promised your dad that you wouldn't try to run anymore" Peter spoke quietly, and it made my heart ache to even think about my dad. I missed him so much.

I shrugged.

"He promised me that he wouldn't try anything stupid while in prison, and yet he broke out and ran" My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. I was tired, hungry, and depressed.

My dad, was a con man in prison, and Peter chased after him for three years before finally catching him, and locking him away. I was ten at the time, and I still remember that day perfectly. My dad, me, and his girlfriend at the time, Kate were all at her apartment having a movie marathon. We were happy, just like a regular family. Well, all of a sudden the door was knocked open and in came about ten cops with guns, along with peter, as they cuffed my dad to the ground. By then I was shouting, and crying for them to let him go, and Kate was also crying, and trying to calm me down. I remember my dad yelling at us, that he loved us, and that he would see us soon.

But he lied.

I only saw my dad two times after that, and I haven't seen him in person since I was eleven. Here I am, four years later at fifteen. After the first month my dad was in prison, Kate bailed on me. She figured my dad would never get out, and she just bailed, and left me with child services. That's when my depression begun.

I loved Kate. She was like the mother I never had. I never knew my real mother, and Kate had been in my life since I was five. So for six years she was the only mom I knew. It's not a good feeling, when you know both of your parents left you.

My dad and I still write. Not all the time, but we keep in touch. At least he still remembered he had a daughter. It could have been worse.

But then it did.

Two days ago my dad broke out of prison. He only had four months left to go, and he broke out! Was he not thinking of me at all. I was mad, and even more depressed. I'm still mad. It's like he wasn't even thinking of me. He was only thinking of Kate.

That's the reason he broke out. Not for me, but for her.

So to say, I'm still pissed at my dad, and I'm scared at how much longer he's going to be locked up. I may never see him again.

Peter nodded. "Yeah, well your father isn't really good at keeping promises" I nodded.

"Listen, I am going to talk to your father on Friday, he wanted to speak to me about something.. I will find out then how much longer he gets ok? I will do my best.."

I know I should probably hate Peter, for locking my dad up. But I don't. After arresting my dad, and after Kate left, he was the one who helped me find foster families. He was the one who let me write to my dad, and he was the one who really looked out for me while my dad was locked up.

"Alright" He tapped my elbow as he stood up. "Come on Kid were going back to my house" I looked at him confused. He gave me a very very tired smile.

"How else am I going to keep an eye on you?" I smiled. "And I'm sure this will keep El happy, she always was trying to get me to have you come stay with us.. but I really need sleep at night so I'm giving in"

I smiled as I grabbed the two bags I had of my belongings and stood up tossing them into the back of his car as he drove is home.

"Peter? What were you doing out so late?" I heard El asked as we walked into the house. Once her eyes landed on me, realization struck her face. She smiled warmly at me.

"Samantha?" I smiled. "Hey El"

"Hon, Samantha is going to stay with us until we get things figured out, is that alright?" El's face lit up and she nodded. "Of course! You're always welcome here"

I blushed a little. "Thanks"

"Well you know where everything is Sammy, so you can get yourself situated in the guest room, while I make you a snack I'm sure your hungry" She always knew when I was hungry.

It was weird. But I liked it.

After getting everything organized in their guest room, I laid back down on the comfortable bed. I hated to admit this, but I really was happy about staying here. I loved both Peter and El.

Yeah, I loved Peter. Sue me.

Him and El, were the only ones that really seemed to give a damn about me. It was nice feeling cared for.

"Alright, I have a turkey and cheese sandwich, with Pringles, and a Pepsi" She said, walking in and sitting on the bed next to me. My mouth watered at the food sitting on the plate. When she handed it to me, I attacked the sandwich, and she laughed.

"Enjoy your food, and try to get some sleep ok?" I nodded and she smiled as she left shutting the door behind her.

After devouring the whole plate and class of Pepsi in less then five minutes, I laid back down on the bed, snuggling into the fluffy white comforter, and pillows. I could get used to this. I smiled, as I shut my eyes, drifting off to sleep for the first time in a week.

So three days have passed, and it was now Friday. The day Peter was going to go talk to my dad. The dad I haven't seen in four years, or written in a week. I was still upset at him.

"Are you sure you don't want to go see your dad?" Peter asked again, for the fifth time and I shook my head no. He was giving me a chance to go see my dad after four years and I refused. How messed up was that? I felt like a horrible person, and daughter.

El sensed this and wrapped her arms around my shoulder and squeezed.

Peter nodded, and left the house.

Pater was gone three hours, before he finally came into the house, just as El was laying dinner on the table.

"How did it go?" I asked nervously as he sat down at the table with me and El, before helping himself to some of her food. He shrugged. He almost looked nervous.

"He wanted to compromise" "About what exactly?" El asked, confused.

"He's one of the best Con Artist out there, and he pointed out today that he could help me and the FBI catch other con artists, if I could get him out of prison"

I smiled. "So are you going to do it?" I was so excited. I might be able to see my dad again. But when I saw the look on Peter's face it; my heart shattered all over again.

"Samantha, you know this is a major risk. He's going to want to try and find Kate"

I made a face at her name. She seemed to be ruining everything in my life lately. I looked down, and nodded.

"But.. I will think about it alright?" I looked up at him, and he had a small smile on his face.

He didn't say yes.. But he didn't day no either.