Okay, this is my first fan-fiction, so if you read the whole thing, please review! I would really love some feedback!

There's no specific spoilers in this piece! Just a few quotes from various seasons, but they give nothing away!

Quick disclaimer, I don't own White Collar or any of its characters (although I wish I did!). White Collar is a fantastic show by USA!

"Neal!" Peter shouted across the office, jogging towards Neal. His CI froze with one hand on the elevator button and turned towards Peter.

"Peter, it's 9 o'clock at night and the coffee still sucks. I'm going home." Neal said in a defeated voice.

"Cowboy up, Neal. We can't all have Italian roast every day." Peter said as he reached where Neal was standing. "I just wanted to talk to you about the operation tomorrow."

"Haven't we gone over everything? I'm pretty sure our contingency plans have contingency plans."

"Neal, this is serious. You're going undercover with a known murderer who's got an entire underground network to back him up. We have to be very careful on this one Neal." Peter was staring at Neal intently, watching the young man for any signs of uncertainty. "You've got to be on your game this time or this is going to go south real quick. Are you still sure you want to do this?"

"Peter, this guy is responsible for the deaths of at least 7 people in the last month alone. He broke into a museum and not only took the lives of those inside, but he also destroyed countless priceless pieces of art." Neal stared directly at Peter, choosing his words carefully. "I will do everything I can to stop this guy."

"Good, that's what I was hoping to hear," Peter sighed in relief. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7 so we can do one last brief with everyone before the meet." He said as the elevator opened.

"Sure, Peter. See you then!" Neal stepped inside the elevator and waved his hat at Peter as the doors closed.

X X X

Neal rolled over lazily, glancing at the clock.

7:17

"Oh my god," He leaped out of bed, heart thumping wildly in his chest. If he was late, Peter was going to kill him, or worse, take him off the case. "Shit!"

He ran around the room until he found a pair of questionably clean pants. He hopped to the bathroom on one leg, trying unsuccessfully to walk and dress at the same time, and grabbed his toothbrush.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!" Toothbrush hanging out of the corner of his mouth, he flew around his room, looking for a shirt. Suddenly, he heard knocking on the door. The toothbrush fell out of his mouth.

"Mother F—"

X X X

I'm going to kill him, Peter thought to himself as he stood outside Neal's door at June's house. He had been downstairs for 20 minutes waiting for Neal to come out, he even called him, but got no response. Nervous and irritated, he had decided to check up on him. He was just about to knock again when the door flew open. His mouth dropped open as he stared at a half-naked and clearly disheveled Neal.

"You're late," Neal said casually, stepping aside and inviting Peter in with a sweep of his hand.

"You're not wearing a shirt," he muttered as he stepped inside Neal's loft. "And I'm not late, you are!"

"How observant, I see why they made you a detective." Neal said sarcastically, shutting the door. "My phone was on silent and my alarm didn't go off. Give me just a second and we can go." He said as he walked into his closet.

"You—" Peter sputtered, then, giving up, he sighed and sat down at Neal's table. "Just hurry up!" He shouted to Neal.

A few minutes later, Neal came out in one of his favorite Devore suits.

"Let's go!" He smiled at Peter as he flipped on his fedora and walked out the door.

"You still look like a cartoon," Peter muttered, following him out the door.