Thieves and Their Offspring

by deadlikedoctorwho

Neal Caffrey has a secret: a daughter named Stephanie. She has been in foster care for the past 7 years. Now back in NYC, Neal wants to be part of her life again. Compromise? Not for this unconventional family.

2. Chapter 2

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Disclaimer: Don't own it, but never say never! Oh god. Why must Justin Bieber ruin that phrase?

Peter was pacing the floor. He had been so sure that Stevie would know where her father was. The two had been inseparable for years, Neal taking her to every con. She was born when he was only 17; he had dropped out of school to raise her. She was everything to him. In fact, she was one of the reasons he had started conning. Raising a baby was hard, and expensive. Somehow Neal had found out about the possibility of millions in the con, and took the chance. Neal had a gift. Neal took the gift, the kid, the money and ran.

"Go to sleep honey. You're no good to the FBI if you are sleep deprived and stressed. You need to sleep." Elizabeth was standing at the steps of the stairs, her foot tapping impatiently. She hadn't seen Peter this anxious since he had first started investigating Neal. "Stevie still holds some resentment. What do you expect! She's 16 years-old."

"She holds some resentment! Neal doesn't! You would think Neal would still contact her. They were so close. That wouldn't just stop all of the sudden."

"I know Peter. But it has been close to 7 years since she's seen him. The two haven't been the best of buddies in a long time. For all we know, he did contact her and she ignored him. I think I would too."

"You're probably right. I should get some sleep. Maybe she'll change her mind in the morning."

The couple had just turned to go upstairs when a knock erupted at the door. They looked at each other, wondering who would knock at 1:30 in the morning. Peter walked towards the door, his hand going instinctively to his hip. Throwing the door open, the two were shocked to see a very wet Neal Caffrey standing on the stoop. "Can I please come in? Or are you two just gonna stand there staring at me?"