Ok so this is my first fan fiction and I'm nervous. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own White Collar. I only own my OC Layla and Kylie.

At June's House

As Neal slept in his bed, he swore he could feel someone watching him. As he threw off the covers, he felt vaguely surprised at the feel of a cold surface under his feet. He crept toward the kitchen area of his very contemporary apartment; he saw a flash outside his glass double door leading out to the patio. Neal quickly ran to the door and flung it open, looking around for the person who ran past. But Neal saw nothing. As he went back into bed he looked at the clock on his bedside table. 2:30 A.M., "Dang, it's early." He thought to himself.

Neal swore he slept for 5 minutes when his alarm went off 4 ½ hours later at 7 o'clock. "Neal…Neal! Wake UP!" Mozzie said/yelled, right in Neal's ear. "Oww…Moz that hurts!" Neal said rubbing his ear. "Well how else was I supposed to wake you up?" Mozzie said as he sat down at the kitchen table sipping his tea. "Umm…how about shaking me." Neal said sitting down across from Mozzie rubbing his ear. "Well I could," Mozzie said thinking about it for a bit, "But that's not as fun for me." He finally said with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, but a lot less painful for me." Neal said rubbing his ear again. "Well the suit called and he wants to see you in 15 minutes." Mozzie said taking another sip of his tea. "Ok," Neal replied simply as he walked to the bathroom to get ready for his meeting with Peter.

At FBI Headquarters, White Collar Crime Unit

When Neal stepped out of the elevator and into the office, all eyes were on him. When he passed Diana's desk she grabbed his arm, "Neal," she said staring at him right in his piercing blue eyes, "Peter needs to see you…" "I know I'm just going to grab a coff-"Neal said pointing at the small kitchen but Diana cut him off. "Now." She said in a serious voice staring into his eyes again. "Or go straight to Peter's office." Neal said smirking as he jogged up the stairs. Diana rolled her eyes at Neal's self confident persona.

As Neal made his way to Peter's office, he saw a girl sitting on the couch talking to Peter. She looked to be about 15 or so. "Are you sure?" Peter asked. "Positive." The girl said right before Neal walked in. "Neal," Peter said turning his attention away from the girl and onto Neal. "There is someone here to um…talk to you privately." Peter said shifting his eyes back to the girl. "So I'll leave you alone to talk." Peter said as he slid past Neal and out the door of his office.

Neal looked at Peter confused right as Peter walked past him. Peter gave him no hint to who the girl was by his facial expression. "So," Neal said as he walked over to the edge of Peter's desk and sat on the corner of it, eyeing the girl with dark brown hair that were in soft curls and that stopped midway down her back, she had bangs covering her eyes so he could not see what color they were. "Who are you and why did you want to speak to me?" Neal asked with genuine interest. The girl shifted her position on the couch as if she were uncomfortable. "My name is Layla," she swallowed hard, "Layla Caffrey, and I'm your daughter." She said looking up at him, with her bangs now off to one side, he could now see her piercing blue eyes that looked so much like his own.

Two Days Prior to Meeting

Layla laid awake in her chair on the plane. "Why can I not get to sleep!" She asked herself. Maybe it was because of the letter she received two days ago. It started out like any other day at her Georgia boarding school, Brighten Dale.

Two Days Before

When Layla's alarm clock went off at 6:45 A.M., she rolled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. As she came out freshly showered fifteen minutes later, her roommate Kylie Hayes was just getting out of her bed across the small room. "Morning Sunshine," Layla said in a sing-songy voice, "How's it going this fine morning?" "Why are you so chipper this morning?" Kylie said with a yawn. "No reason." Layla said with a small smile. "Would it have something to do with your grandparents visiting tomorrow." Kylie said on her way over to the bathroom from which Layla just left. "Yeah, it does Kaylie." Layla said pulling on her green pea coat over her plaid green and blue vest with a plain gray shirt under it and a pair of light wash ripped skinny jeans and blue converse. Then she walked out the door heading for her criminology class.

When Layla got back that night after her classes, criminology, crime scene analysis, theory of the criminally insane mind, and art history classes, she went to empty her mailbox. When Layla opened her mailbox she saw a thick looking legal envelope. As she pulled it out she saw it was from a woman called Kate Morneau. When she opened the envelope it said it was sent to her because this woman, Kate Morneau, had died. As Layla started reading the letter she wondered who this Kate Morneau woman was. Layla's eyes widened at one part of the letter that said…Layla Harrison: Mother: Jane Harrison, Father: Neal Caffrey. Layla never really wondered who her father was, she always had her mother, Jane, and after her mother died she went to live with her grandparents for a couple of months, and then they sent her off to Brighten Dale boarding school. Now that she knew who her father was she knew in her gut she had to go meet him. She knew she had to go now. "I'll leave in the morning." Layla thought to herself.

2 hours Before Meeting

As Layla thought about the events of yesterday and the letter, her eyes started to tear up. "Why are you crying, he never wanted you, why do you even care, your mom actually loved you." Layla said to herself lying back in her seat. As she closed her eyes she gently lulled off to sleep. 2 ½ hours later she was jolted awake by the plane hitting the ground in New York were Layla's father Neal Caffrey lived. "I'm in the same city as my father whom I have never met." Layla thought to herself, "This is crazy," she thought, "Why did I even come?" Layla started to doubt what she was doing as she stepped off the plane.

Back to the Present

"You're my what?" Neal asked shocked at what this young girl, Layla, had just said. "I'm your daughter." she repeated again. "What, there is no way I have a daughter." Neal said staring at the girl in front of him, who did look very similar to him. "Look, my mom is…" she swallowed, "was Jane Harrison, did you know her, here is a picture of her." Layla said handing Neal a photo of her mother. "Oh, Jane, I knew her when I was 19." Neal said looking down. "Here is my birth certificate too." Layla said handing Neal a piece of paper that had her name, Neal's name, and Jane's name on it. "Neal Caffrey, that's you, right?" Layla asked pointing to Neal's name on the paper." Yeah," Neal said simply still staring at the paper Layla had handed him. "I also got this letter yesterday from a woman named Kate Morneau…" Neal stiffened at the mention of Kate's name. "It was sent to me after she died from her lawyer, explaining that you are my father." Layla said staring at her feet. "And I thought now that I know who my father is…why not go meet him, I knew in my gut I just had to come out and meet you…my father." Layla continued now looking up at Neal.

"No…No… No this is way too irrational." Neal said his eyes glazed over and his brows knitted together in thought. "Did I really have a daughter?" "Did I really leave her and Jane on their own?" "Man! I am a horrible father!" Neal thought as Layla continued to look at him while sweeping her dark brown bangs to the side. "I'm so sorry." Neal said staring back at the girl…his girl. Now it was her turn to look confused as she pondered the statement her father had just made. "For what?" Layla replied looking into his blue eyes with her own blue ones. "For not being there for you. If I knew I had gotten Jane pregnant I wouldn't have left. I just wanted to protect her. Layla I'm not a good guy. I mean I wasn't a good guy." Neal replied with his eyes now looking at the carpet of Peter Burke's office. "I know." Layla said with a smirk. "You know?" Neal asked with a glimmer of confusion in his clear blue eyes. "What? You thought I didn't do homework on my father." Layla said still smirking. "Man she has got a conman smirk." Neal thought as he stared back at his beautiful smirking daughter. "And just so you know I'm not that much of a good girl either." Layla said as she winked at him with that conman smirk still on her face.

End of chapter 1! Review and tell me if I should continue!

Thanks! :)

-bexy8