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Disclaimer- I still don't own White Collar. Really wish I did, but no.

"I'll miss this place," Kylie said as Neal helped her pack her (few) things. "It's become home, you know?" Neal looked at her and smiled. The young, small, curious girl he remembered had been replaced by a mature, strong, thoughtful young lady. As Kylie went to grab her backpack, she made a little twirl.

"Still twirling I see," Neal commented. Kylie stuck out her tongue. So much for mature. But Neal shrugged, admiring the fact that she could manage to squeeze in some of the childhood she had missed. "I'm sorry Kylie." he said for the hundredth time.

"For what? Getting caught?" she answered. "It happens to the best of us Neal."

"No, I'm sorry you had to miss your childhood," he answered back. Kylie's eyes dropped.

"Oh, well, it's not your fault," she stated.

"But it is! I left you when you were only eleven, all alone! You were probably so scared, and confused, and he might have found you, and-"

"POTATOES!" Kylie yelled. Neal blinked.

"Excuse me?" he asked. Kylie blushed.

"I've learned that the best way to shut someone up when they're talking, or in your case ranting, is to yell a random word," she explained. "And it worked. I shut you up." she smiled.

"Interesting method," he shook his head, "But I won't be using it anytime soon."

"Oh? Is the Great Neal Caffery too cool to yell random words at people?" Kylie taunted.

"Um, yes," Neal nodded, smiling his Neal Caffery smile. Kylie rolled her eyes.

"Who knew you'd turn into a prissy boy?" she snickered. Neal's face dropped into his best sad-face.

"I'm hurt Ky," he said, holding a hand to his heart, "This pain you've put me through might just kill me." he retaliated. Kylie flinched.

"Don't say that," she managed to tell him. Neal walked over to her.

"I'm sorry," he said carefully. "Are you ok?" he took her shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled. "I think I have everything. Let's go." Kylie turned on her heel, and quickly walked out of the warehouse, never looking back.

(N)

"There's no way you live here," Kylie said, mouth agape at the room before her. Neal looked around, obviously not seeing what she saw. He then remembered where she had been living all her life.

"It's nothing special," he shrugged.

"Oh stop being modest Neal," a new voice said.

"Mozzie!" Kylie cried, running at the short, bald man.

"Well hello Kylie! Long time no see," he nodded at her, holding out a hand. Kylie looked at it, then threw her arms around his neck.

"I've missed you Moz," she laughed. Mozzie awkwardly hugged her back.

"I've missed you as well Kylie," he said, then freed himself from her grip. "So what brings you here?"

"Neal finally found me," she said. "Took him long enough too."

"Well I hope he's caught you up to date on what's been happening around here," Moz said as he took a seat at the dining table.

"Actually, he hasn't. And he obviously has much to say. I mean, look at what he's wearing," she threw a smirk in Neal's direction. He simply motioned for her to sit. Kylie's smirk turned into a frown, but she still took a seat next to Mozzie. Neal sat across from her.

"What can you tell me?" he asked. Kylie smiled. Neal liked to ask her this in his 'con' lessons. She had to assess a situation, and when she missed anything, he'd fill in the blank spots.

"Let's see…you're out of prison. You're wearing some pretty damn-" she started.

"Excuse me?" he interrupted.

"Sorry, pretty darn expensive clothing," Kylie corrected. Neal disapproved of her using profanities. "Anyway, your hair is all gussied up, you live in a very nice apartment…" she scanned the room. "Oh no…" she moaned. Neal looked alarmed.

"What?"

"Neal, how could you do it?" she put her head on the table.

"What?" he asked again, annoyed now.

"Mmhmhmmhhhm," she mumbled against the table.

"Kylie," Neal sighed. Slowly, she lifted her head, and whispered-

"You're working for the man."

Mozzie gave a laugh at this, and Neal sat dumbfounded.

"How did you – I didn't – but I –" Neal stammered, a very un-Neal like thing to do, Mozzie noted.

"On the nightstand. Case files. You obviously didn't steal them. It all makes sense now!" she rose from the table. "The new clothes, nice apartment," Kylie looked at the bottled of wine, "and expensive alcohol? Come on Neal!" she threw her hands in the air. Neal had regained his composure by this time, and got up to calm the ranting teen.

"Kylie-"

"Everything you told me, a lie! 'Don't trust the government Kylie', 'they'll take you away Kylie',"

"Kylie-"

"'I'm here to protect you Kylie!' Yeah right! I bet the whole time you were the bad guy! You were the one I shouldn't trust! You-"

"FEDORA!" Neal shouted. Kylie blinked.

"Did you just…?" she wondered. Neal just stood there. Then Kylie burst out laughing. "Ohmigosh you did! I- can't believe- the Great- Neal Caffery-" she was doubled over in laughter. Neal seized his chance to stride over, grab her shoulders, and look straight into her tearing eyes.

"Kylie, I never double-crossed you. I never wanted you to think I was deceiving you. But it's what I had to do to get out of jail," Neal explained.

"Besides, he's actually taking a liking to it," Mozzie's voice sounded from behind them. Neal cursed at him in his head.

"Neal Caffery, an FBI agent," Kylie said. "I bet you're the first who wears Fedoras." and with that, she burst out laughing again. Neal rolled his eyes, and waited for her to calm down.

A few minutes later, they were seated again.

"So, I forgot to ask," Kylie started. "Where's Kate?"

Neal's body tensed, and Mozzie looked at the table. Kylie noticed the change in atmosphere. "Oh no. Did she get caught too?" she asked, looking from Moz to Neal. Neither answered. "Guys?" she looked at Moz. "Mozzie, where is Kate?" she asked slowly. He didn't answer, he only looked at Neal. Kylie turned to face him. "Neal?" he slowly looked at her. The look on his face told her all she needed to know, but she had to hear him say it. That was the only way she would know it was true. If he didn't say it, it wasn't true. "Neal? Where's Kate?"

"Kylie," his voice broke. Her eyes began to tear up. Neal straightened himself, and forced himself to look in her swimming, dark blue eyes.

"She's dead."

(N)

Kylie was asleep on the couch as Neal talked to Mozzie.

"You have to tell Peter," Mozzie insisted.

"I know, and I will," Neal agreed. "We have to find her dad. I need to know she's perfectly safe now." he looked over at the sleeping figure.

"Neal, have you noticed that when Kylie's around you-" Mozzie paused, unable to think of the best word. "change?" Neal looked at Mozzie.

"Change?"

"For lack of better word," Mozzie clarified. "Neal you stuttered today. You stuttered. I don't think I've seen you stutter since," Mozzie stopped, "well I don't think I've ever seen you stutter."

"Come one Moz, so what?" Neal brushed it off.

"And," Mozzie continued, "What, dare I ask, was that whole 'fedora' thing about?" Neal laughed.

"Oh, that. It's nothing,"

"It's obviously something," Mozzie countered. "You turn from cool, calm, and collected to protective, proud parent when she's around. Heck, you act downright childish too."

"Please Moz-"

"Neal."

"Ok, yeah, I know. Why's that so bad?" Neal asked, although he already knew why.

"She's preventing you from doing your job," Mozzie mirrored his thoughts. Neal rubbed his eyes.

"I know," he said. "I know. But Moz, what am I supposed to do? Leave her where he can find her?"

"No, don't do that. Wait until you've caught him. Then," Mozzie glanced at the look on Neal's face, "Then we'll see."

(N)

The door to an abandoned warehouse swung open and shut in the breeze. Inside, a figure clutched a piece of paper in his hand. The man was furious-she had escaped him again. But this time, this time he had her. Throwing the paper to the floor, he swiftly stormed out of the room. The only thing left in the warehouse now was a crumpled paper swan on the floor. The last word that had been muttered viciously was-

"Caffery."

Oooooo cliffy! Sorry, but I had to stop it there! Don't hate me! Soooo whatchya think? Neal's all parenty and responsible and stuff in this chapter, which was odd for me to write. Future chapters will have the funny Neal, don't worry. Please please review, your comments are why I write! I'll give you a cookie if you do!

So I was thinking of writing some one shots for White Collar that have Kylie in them and stuff. Like funny moments between all the characters plus Kylie, and sweet stuff too. Tell me, would you read them? I'll prob write them anyways, but I'd like to hear your feedback on the idea!

Btws, 5 MORE DAYS TILL THE SEASON PREMIERE!

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