Author's Note(s): Well... I did it again. Another fanfiction with my own character, Saphira. As always... I OWN Saphira. Nothing else. White Collar is not mine. I make absolutely no profit off of it. Those who think otherwise... You are a moron. I would be publishing my own books if I made profit. I don't even have a job... But enjoy!

Chapter One: Reunion

Breathing deeply, Saphira glanced up at the federal building. It was grey and imposing. Not to mention home to the police with which she has tangled with numerous times. Running a hand through her hair, she tied it up into a messy bun. Crossing her arms, she glanced around. Although not officially charged with anything, she knew she was associated with an FBI's most wanted. Hopefully, though, she wouldn't be questioned. Gathering her wits about her, she headed into the building.

Saphira was only here for one reason, and one reason only: Neal Caffrey. He was an old friend and she wanted to make sure he was all right. Mozzie had called and what he said worried her. Not to mention upset her. Neal had been her first love. But instead of the fairy tail ending she dreamed of, he fell in love with Kate. Pretty, smart, funny Kate Moreau. Even the name brings jealously boiling to her gut. Yet she had no room to talk. She fell in love again, sacrificed her values, and the rest is history.

But Kate was dead, and Saphira was still alive. Heading up to the White Collar division, she couldn't help but feel the stares of everyone. Adjusting the familiar stone at the base of her neck, she walked out to meet the man who stole her heart. From what Mozzie said, Neal not only escaped from jail, but he avoided another four years by being the FBI's lap dog. She wasn't sure if that was the smartest move on his part.

Stopping nearest person, she simply asked to where Agent Peter Burke's office was. She was escorted in and asked to wait. Saphira looked around, anxiety straightening her spine and tensing her shoulders. She did not like this place one bit. It smelled of ink, stale coffee, and disinfectant. Crossing her legs, she attempted to relax and busied herself by smoothing her skirt down.

Neal was bored, and being bored let his mind wander. The job today had been a cake walk. High security banks were easy to circumvent, if one knew what they were doing. And this is why the FBI kept him around. To be the criminal mind on the good guy's side. Sighing, he followed Peter towards his office. He bumped into said agent's back. "Peter? What's the matter?" he asked, stepping from him. Neal sucked in his breath, unable to believe his eyes. Saphira couldn't be sitting there, in Peter's office. Yet he recognized the platinum blonde hair, the small scar on the back of her neck, and the chain of the necklace he gave her.

Hurrying past Peter and ignoring his question, Neal entered the office. Saphira turned and looked at him, sapphire eyes open in shock. A smile blossomed on her pale lips as she stood up. "Hello, Neal." Gathering her into his arms, he held her tight. She always smelled of french vanilla and warm chocolate. Her head tucked under his chin perfectly, her small body forming to his. "Have you missed me that much?" she questioned, slowly pulling back. She was reluctant to pull away from his embrace after having been away for so long. He hadn't changed a bit. Maybe just a bit more handsome.

Neal stared at her, his mind unable to comprehend that she was really here. "Wow... Yeah... I mean. Yes, I've missed you. How have you been?" he asked, keeping his hands on her upper arms. He noticed a few more scars on her than use to be there. Her smile was still dazzling and her eyes still a brilliant shade of blue. Peter slowly walked in, confusion still on his face. "Right... Peter, meet an old friend, Saphira Morgan. This is my agent, Peter Burke." Saphira held out her hand, a bit uneasy at the contact.

"Hello, Agent Burke. Thank you, for keeping Neal on a leash. God knows he can be a handful," she pointed out, latching onto his arm. In truth, she wanted to hide from this man. If only he had seen the things she's done, Burke would lock her away. Neal glanced down at the woman next to him. She was shying away, something she's never done.

Peter took in all the details of the scene in front of him. It was hard to ignore the look of adoration both parties received from the other. The woman was the light to Neal's dark. Maybe, just maybe she could help him forget about Kate. "Pleasure, Miss Morgan. Unfortunately, Neal has a short meeting to attend." The con shot a dirty look to the older man. Peter responded with an exasperated one. Saphira understood the lingo, smiling a bit.

Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his cheek. There was a little stubble that pricked them. But it was a welcome feeling. "How about we meet for lunch? Call me," she whispered in his ear. Pulling out a pen, she scrawled her number on the back of his hand. Stepping back, she nodded towards Peter. "Good day, Agent Burke." Grabbing her purse, she headed out the door.

A final author note. Please review! And for those of you wondering... Yes, it will be a crossover with Supernatural. If you're wondering why, please refer to: s/8279911/1/Maybe-There-Are-Things-Better-Left-Unsaid