Undercover Neal

By Peppe1951

Summary: Neal goes undercover to shut down a counterfeit ring. Warning: Spanking of an adult. Don't like? Don't read! Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to USA; I only write about it. Spoiler: Upper West Side Story

AN: This is an AU story where corporal punishment is an allowed means of punishment.

Prologue:

The first time Peter brought home his newest case, nicknamed 'James Bonds',

El was able to provide some pertinent information that Peter and his team had overlooked for months. The young forger wasn't the suave twenty-five year old con artist that they had been led to believe but a much younger individual. His name they had learned was Neal Caffrey and that came from lengthy searching on a picture taken from a security camera when he cashed in one of his forged bonds.

"El," Peter had called when he came in that night, "we have a name," he added excitedly.

"Hon, what are you talking about," asked the ever patient Elizabeth Burke as she brought him a cold beer.

"James Bonds…we know who he is," Peter said after taking a swallow and setting down his briefcase.

El sat down on the couch and watched as Peter sat his beer down and joined her to show her what he had on the forger. "We were able to go through the security tapes of the bank where he cashed in the bond and discovered this picture and with the picture we were able to put a name to the face. His name is Neal Caffrey and he is twenty-five years old," Peter explained as he handed his wife the picture of Neal Caffrey.

"Hon," El said after studying the picture for a few minutes.

"Yes."

"You said that he is a master forger?"

"Yes, one of the best I have ever seen. The Atlantic bond he forged has never been forged before he did it," replied Peter as if he was the proud papa of a son.

El nodded and then after pausing for a second or two, "then he wouldn't have any trouble forging a birth certificate…this boy is not twenty-five…he's much younger than that. I would put his age somewhere between 18 and 21 years old," she said as she handed the picture back.

A dumfounded Peter took the picture back automatically as he looked from picture to wife before saying, "are you sure?"

"Most definitely… I'm surprised that Diana didn't take notice that he was younger," murmured El.

"Now that you mention it, she did say something about he didn't look his age; but

Jones and I didn't see what she did and moved on with the case," admitted Peter as he took another look at the print -a closer look- and finally began to see what his wife and Diana tried to show him. "I guess he does look younger than twenty-five," he finally conceded. "It must have been his height that fooled me into believing what his birth certificate was telling me about his age."

"Do you think you can find him?" El asked.

"Yeah, on a suggestion from Diana… We know where his girlfriend, Kate, lives. We bugged her place; all we have to do is to listen in and see where they are going to meet," replied Peter as he sat down for supper.

Two weeks later they had the information needed and lowered the boom on Neal. He was caught and eventually sentenced to two years for bond forgery and sent to a supermax to serve out his sentence. He had just turned eighteen at the time of his sentencing. He served all but a month of his sentence when he escaped prison to find his girlfriend, Kate. Agent Burke was sent to bring him in and did so in record time. For that escape, four more years were added and Neal came up with a plan to work with the FBI and finally convinced Peter to give him a try as a Criminal Informant on a tracking anklet. Agent Peter Burke was assigned as his handler and he officially became his CI to be used in whatever manner the FBI saw fit to use him. It was two years later after working with the White Collar unit of the FBI that this case came up. Kate died during those two years of working with the FBI in a traffic accident.

Chapter 1

"Okay people settle down," Peter addressed his team including Neal. Neal had been working hard with Peter for nearly two years and his expertise has led to several cases being closed and criminals caught.

"We have a new case?" Neal guessed excitedly.

"Yep, a counterfeit case," replied Peter as he passed folders out to his agents and Neal, containing all of the information. He paused as he gave everyone in the room a chance to catch up and when he was sure they did, he continued on. "Several counterfeit twenty dollar bills have been passed in this neighborhood," he explained as he pointed to a nearby map. "We have checked with the different businesses in the area and have discovered nothing as to where they are coming from."

"Have any been passed in the nearby neighborhoods?" asked Jones.

"No and they have only been passed every two to three weeks which leads me to believe that it is a kid that is passing them."

"What about the school?" asked Neal as he pointed to the Stanton College on the outskirts of the area in question.

"That is something you're going to check out personally," replied Peter with a grin.

"Peter… I don't want to go back to school; at least not to a private one. I bet I'll have to wear a uniform and have to attend classes?" whined Neal.

Peter only grinned further as he handed Neal a brochure to the Stanton College. "Stanton is renown in fostering a passion for learning and success for further education. There is a brochure for the school in your folders," he added to the other agents. "And for your information Neal, Stanton College does not have uniforms; however you will have to adhere to their dress code. That means looking neat at all times, shirt tucked in, hair no longer than an half an inch below the ear tips will be allowed, so it looks like you might have to get a haircut before class begins," Peter added seriously.

"No… My hair isn't long and I refuse to get a haircut!" Neal stated firmly.

Diana eyebrows rose and she read out loud from the brochure, "Stanton College, a private college, follows in the steps of the great British schools of Eton and Rugby for discipline and character building of their students. We teach our students self-discipline through education, sports and the arts; we also teach our students obedience to authority figures. Our final goal is to graduate our students with their success into their chosen careers."

"That doesn't sound so bad," remarked Neal as he looked the brochure over. He liked the part about the school offering art.

Peter hid his smile. He had done a little more checking into the school and learned that they used corporal punishment when necessary, but felt that was a fact that Neal didn't need to know just yet. He would tell him before he started to not do anything to cause him to get into trouble. At this stage of the investigation, all Neal needed to do was watch and listen and report whatever he thought was suspicious to him.

"Now the story line is that your mother and I are frantic for you to get into a good college, apply yourself to your studies and graduate with an architecture degree. My name will be Peter Franklin and you are my eighteen year old son, Neal. We have just moved here from upstate New York. I'm a CPA and I was offered a better paying job here in the city. This is your freshman year, having just graduated from high school. You are a good student and would be a better student if you would only apply yourself and we feel that you will have a better chance of doing that at Stanton. I have already selected your courses of which two are art classes," explained Peter.

"Eighteen…Peter I'm not that young…couldn't you have made me a junior or senior at least?" whined Neal.

"Nope, anyway that is only a couple of years younger than you actually are. You will fit in nicely and we believe that the ones distributing the money are freshmen…males wanting to go drinking. I don't think they are smart enough to actually print the money but they may know where the cash is located and take a few bills every once in a while. So you are now a freshman and with any luck you will be able to ingrain yourself in with those responsible and we can close this case."

Neal nodded, "Okay…how hard can it be to play the part of a kid again."

"Neal stop squirming…I know you didn't like getting a haircut but you have no choice: and any how it will grow out before you know it. The headmaster is Anthony Martin and he is a stickler for following rules; under no circumstances are you to upset him or you may not like the consequences," began Peter as he pulled into a parking place and stopped.

It wasn't until Peter got to the door that Neal caught up and asked worriedly, "what consequences are you talking about?"

"Neal, you read the brochure about the school I gave you?"

Neal nodded and said, "Yeah…all it said that it followed in the footsteps of Eton and Rugby and talked discipline and building character…so what does that have to do with consequences?"

"What type of discipline do you think they were talking about?"

"To instill self-discipline in a student?"

"And the way that is done when all else fails is to apply a paddle or cane to your backside when you have broken a rule or misbehaved in some form," replied Peter quietly.

Neal's eyes got wide and he nearly shouted, "But I'm too old to be spanked…or paddled!"

"Not at this private college, and from what I've read from parents whose sons and daughters attend here, the school has a high success record of graduating students who have gone on to high paying and successful jobs," explained Peter.

"But Peter," whined Neal.

"Sorry Neal…but you have a job to do here. If you don't want to feel a paddle or ruler to your backside then do nothing to deserve it. Now straighten up or I will put a suggestion of El's to use," Peter said sternly.

Neal shook his head and refused to move so Peter turned him around quickly and placed six well placed licks to his backside hard enough to cause Neal to gasp and then accompanied him into the school and ultimately into the Headmaster's Office.

"Mr. Martin this is my son Neal. He's has just graduated from high school and his mother and I have picked your school to instill some of your character building so he can apply himself to his studies. Neal is smart when he applies himself to his studies; he just seems to like to party more than study. He is a talented artist and we hope that he can follow through with art into an auspicious career. We have high hopes of his making something good out of his life."

Anthony Martin turned to Neal and said, "Neal, let me impressed on you that if you grace my office for any misbehavior you will not be sitting as comfortable as you are now. Six licks at my hand will leave you feeling much worse than you are now. Here is a list of the main misdemeanors that will swiftly bring you to my attention," he added as he handed another brochure to Neal before turning to Peter.

"You can go now; I'll have a student take care of Neal today until he learns his classes," Martin said as he shook Peter's hand and waited for him to leave.

Peter paused at Neal's chair and mouthed, "Behave" before leaving him to his new school hoping that he would learn what they needed without getting himself in any trouble.