Ok so this is my first White Collar Fanfiction, and i am really wanting this story to be big! So If you all could help me out with reviewing and letting me know what you think, would be great! If you would be so kind to let me know if I am going out of character that would be great! And of course I do not own White Collar, nor an of their characters

Neal had been auguring with Peter the whole way home about helping Aimee. Neal wanted to go tonight and get the kids out of there, but Peter knew it was not going to work, and they needed a plan.

"Peter, you seen that girl; you know she is being abused and hurt! How can you just forget about her? Or the other two little kids that are being hurt?!" Neal asked following him into the Burkes house.

Peter shut the door when Neal enter and shook his head. "Neal, you need to understand that, we have to do this legally! You just can't run in there with nothing." Peter said looking over at his lovely wife and kissed her lips.

Neal growled lightly at Peter, he could not believe he did not want to help those kids more than this. They were just poor children, that had no one, and they needed someone to help them with their problems and not just leave them to fight on their own! Neal simply just took his hat off and his jacket and threw them both roughly on the chair close by, and he flopped down on the couch with his arms crossed and a scold on his face. Neal was truly pissed and he was not hiding his anger from anyone.

Elizabeth looked from Peter to Neal, and then back to Peter. "Ok what is going on you two?" She asked folding her arms. She knew something was not right here and she wanted her boys not to be fighting, like children.

Peter looked at Neal when he threw his hat and glared, "Neal you are acting like a spoiled brat that is not getting his way. You need to understand that we can't just bust into there; she did not show us the abuse, so we can't just go there. Aimee said she would call if something happened so stop it!" He said, starting to get angry with Neal. Well really he was not angry with Neal, but with this whole thing. He hated people that hurt kids, and stole, but stealing for kids? That just was the worst thing he had ever heard about! How could foster parents do that? And how could no one know about this? Did the foster care agencies not check on these kids? Or did they not see what was happening or what? This was crazy! Those kids deserved tender, love, and care; not hate and abuse, like they were receiving.

Neal sighed looking at his hands, "Peter did you see her? She had no meat on her; skin and bones was all Aimee had on her! Peter it is not fair! I want to help her. She looked so sad and helpless Peter." He said looking at his hands. He always wanted to help the girl. Neal had a big heart and there was no way he wasn't going to let this girl get hurt, or her brother nor sister for that matter.


The night was peaceful, not a sound could be heard besides the loud blood curling screams escaping a young girl's lungs, as throbbing pain shoot throughout the child's body. A blister began to form on the girl's lower back, where the cigarette was burning red hot into her skin. The man that was on the other end of the cigarette simply laughed at the girl's pain; the cries did not seem to bother the man. In the corner there was a little girl with a tear stained face. The small child was sitting in her own puke.

That was what had started all this: The small child had been sick for the last three days, and when she came down to get some water, she had not be able to hold her stomach, and she just vomited on the floor. Little Penny could not believe what she had done, but it was too late when Steven who is the foster father, walked in and see what happened. It did not please the man, and he walked right over to the small four year old and slapped her right across the face. The little girl fell right down; the sounds of the cries were heard throughout the house, so when Aimee walked in, she was welcomed by the cries of her little sister. Running over to check her sister did not make Steven any happier so Aimee too earned a slap across the face. Steven grabbed Aimee, by her small arms and threw her back onto the ground roughly. He wanted to make her understand that she was not running the show here, he was; he was in charge. When Aimee flipped over on her stomach trying to get away Steven took his cigarette that he had been smoking, and grabbed Aimee's shirt lifting it so her skin was exposed. That was where they were right now; with Steven pressing the lit cigarette against the young girl's skin.

Could anyone stop this? Could anyone save these kids from this fate?