Hey guys! Sorry for my late update, end of the year school stuff and what-not. I promise when summer comes, I'll be updating a lot more. Besides school, I can only type at my dad's which means I'll only be able to update on Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and maybe the weekends. I hope you guys aren't mad!

Ok in this chapter you get to see more of Kylie's character, just so you can kind of learn more about her. I'm also introducing another OC, who may be important in later chapters, or even a sequel… mysterious…

I got 1 review from the last chapter, which made me happy, but I'm shooting for double digits now! Special thanks to huge sg1 fan for the reviews- I like protective Neal too

"Good morning Neal," Kylie yawned. "Moz."

"Good morning Kylie. Still an early riser?" Neal answered over his morning coffee.

"Got to be if I want to get to school on time," she said. Then she blinked. "Wait. I don't have to walk 4 miles anymore. Why the hell-"

"Kylie."

"-heck did I wake up at 5 AM?" she huffed.

"Because the early bird gets the worm," Mozzie offered. "Besides, Neal's having a guest over this morning." he added. Neal threw him an exasperated look.

"Really Moz? I mean I was gonna make it a surprise, but you just had to go and tell her," he shook his head.

"Well you didn't tell me you wanted to tell her," Mozzie held up his hands in surrender.

"Hello? Guys? Anyone want to tell me when Neal's newest girlfriend will be here?" Kylie rolled her eyes.

"What?" Neal asked. Kylie looked away.

"Nothing," she smiled. Neal raised his eyebrows. "So who is this guest we're waiting for?" she asked, desperate to move on.

"That would be me," a deep voice answered. Kylie spun around, staring at the new face.

"Hey Peter," Neal smiled. "This is Kylie. Kylie, this is FBI Agent Peter Burke."

"Why am I here this early Neal?" Peter asked.

"To meet Kylie of course," Neal said. "She goes to school in the morning, so I wanted you to meet her before she left."

"Uh, Neal?" Kylie interrupted, "school doesn't start until 7:30."

"I know but the early bird gets the good coffee," Neal smiled. "Italian Roast anyways."

"If your coffee wasn't so good you'd be in handcuffs by now," Peter sat in a chair and grabbed the mug Neal passed to him.

"Still using that threat Peter?" Neal asked.

"It usually works," Peter took a sip of his coffee. "So, I assume this-"he hooked a thumb in Kylie's direction, "-is why you were outside of your two mile radius yesterday."

"Two mile radius?" Kylie asked. Neal hitched up his pant leg and showed her his anklet. "Nice Neal." she snorted.

"Flattering, isn't it?" he smiled. "And yeah, Peter, there's your answer. I'm surprised you didn't confront me yesterday."

"I had a hunch," Peter said loftily, then took another sip of coffee, "and my hunch was correct."

"Wow, you didn't even make me say it," Neal shook his head in disbelief.

"I figured I'd give you and the kid some time to catch up," Peter continued.

"Kid? I'm offended FBI Agent Peter Burke," Kylie stuck out her lip. "I do have a name you know."

"Sorry, I'd give you and Kylie some time to catch up," he corrected, "and you can call me Agent Burke, ok?" he turned towards Kylie, who was already headed for the bathroom door.

"How 'bout Peter?" she called. "Its shorter." she shrugged as he gave her a look.

"Fine," he smiled slightly.

"Awesome. I'm gonna take a shower now," she stated. When the bathroom door shut, Peter turned to Neal, who just smiled at him.

"Yup. You raised her."

(N)

"Isn't this outside of my radius?" Neal looked at Peter, smirking.

"Yes. But I'm driving," Peter growled.

"But what if I need to pick up Kylie and you're not available?"

"I'll allow it."

"Promise?"

Peter gave Neal a look.

"Really Neal?"

"Promise?" Neal repeated, hiding a smile.

"Ok, I promise." Peter caved.

"You passed my school," Kylie chimed in from the back.

"Damn it," Peter muttered. He swung a U-turn, and made his way back towards her school.

"So who's picking me up?" Kylie asked. Neal gave Peter his best 'please' look.

"Fine," Peter said. Neal smiled. "With Jones."

"Who?" Kylie asked.

"An agent," Peter told her.

"Who isn't needed," Neal pleaded. "Come on Peter,"

"It's not that I don't trust you Neal, I want at least one agent around her as much as possible," Peter glanced at him. "For her sake."

Neal looked back at Kylie, who smiled.

"I'm cool with it," she said. Neal sighed,

"All right."

(N)

Neal hugged Kylie good-bye, a gesture which kind of embarrassed her.

"Neal, really? I go to school here you know," she huffed.

"Sorry, it's just-"he broke off, not wanting to scare her. Kylie gave him a 'you're-not-fooling-me' look.

"If he hasn't found me yet, he's not going to find me now," she said.

"I know," Neal sighed as he out a hand on her shoulder. "Have a good day."

"I'll try," Kylie promised.

(N)

As the bell to fourth period rang, Kylie hurried to her art class.

"Crap," she muttered as her folder slipped from her hands, and her pictures scattered across the floor. "Seriously?"

"Need some help?" a voice offered from behind her. She swiveled her head to see Russell Turner standing behind her.

"You are a God among men," she thanked him. He raised an eyebrow, but still bet to help her pick up her art projects.

"That might be the most I've ever heard you say in the 9 years I've known you," he said, glancing her way.

"Yeah, well, I guess I never had much to say before," she blushed.

"So your first words include calling me a 'God among men'?" he laughed. Kylie laughed too. "You have a nice laugh." he shot her a heart-melting smile.

Russell Turner had been in at least one of her classes since second grade. His somewhat shaggy, dark brown hair matched his dark brown eyes perfectly. At 6 feet 1 inch, Russell was considerably taller than her. From what Kylie could see, he could have any girl he wanted with his chocolate eyes and melodic voice. But, he chose to stay single, claiming he was waiting for the 'right girl'.

"Kylie?" his voice startled her.

"Sorry, what?" she smiled, liking the fact he knew her name.

"I said these are really good," Russell pointed to the pictures in his hand. Kylie's blush deepened.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "I've got to go…" she trailed off.

"Oh yeah, here," he handed her pictures over. "See ya around?"

"Definitely," she nodded. He threw her another smile, and then walked away. "Ohmigod," Kylie thought. "He's-"but the late bell cut off her thought. "CRAP!"

(N)

The rest of the day seemed to fly by after Kylie's encounter with Russell. It was finally seventh period, the last of the day. Kylie was stuck in her least favorite class- biology. She could learn different languages easily, explain English literature to an AP teacher, and paint some gorgeous portraits, but when it came to evolution and DNA, she had nothing. Luckily, this was the one class she had with Russell. And luckier still, he sat right behind her.

"Psst," Kylie heard from behind her. "Kylie," she turned around.

"Yeah?" she whispered back.

"You want to be my partner for the activity?" he asked. Kylie sat dumbfounded.

"Sure, yeah, cool," she stumbled. The teacher told them to break into pairs, so Russell moved his desk next to hers. Some people looked at them curiously, especially his friends. Kylie bit her lip nervously, but turned her back on them to work with Russell. A few minutes later, Kylie was frustrated.

"I give up!" she threw her pencil on the table. Russell laughed.

"Wow, bio really isn't your thing, is it?"

"No," she crossed her arms. Russell smiled.

"I have a proposition," he told her. Kylie raised an eyebrow, but allowed him to continue. "I'll tutor you in biology, if you tutor me in French," he said then leaned back. "Think about it. I'm getting an A in bio," he boasted. Kylie lightly slapped him on the arm. "And you're getting an A in French." he finished. Kylie bit her lip again.

"Alright," she nodded, "I'll tutor you in French. But you have to pinky promise I'll have in A by the end of the semester."

"Done," he held out a pinky, and Kylie took it with hers. The deal was set.

(N)

"How was your day?" Neal asked as Kylie approached the car. She shrugged.

"Same old same old," she replied. They got in the car that was being driven by Jones.

"You must be Jones," Kylie smiled, "Hi."

"Hi Kylie. Neal you actually raised this kid?" he shook his head disbelievingly.

"Uh, again, I'm not a kid. My birthday is in, like, three weeks." Kylie huffed.

"Right, sorry," Jones smiled. "October…"

"24," both Neal and Kylie answered.

"That was weird," Jones mumbled. "Well, here we are." he said. Kylie did a double take.

"This can't be the apartment," she looked out the window.

"It's not," Neal smiled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cell phone and a gold card, and handed them to her. "Peter and I both agreed that you'll be needing some new clothes, a new backpack, you know," he shrugged. Kylie stared at the items in her hand. "I'm number 1 on the speed dial list," Neal told her. "But I'll be waiting in the area. Jones'll be back in…"

"Two hours," Jones clarified. "Have fun." Kylie and Neal got out of the car, and then Jones was gone. Kylie was silent until she turned to Neal.

"Is this cell really mine?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yup. But the gold card's mine," he smiled, "or the FBI's rather."

"Really?" Kylie said smirking. "Well I'll be back in two hours." she smiled. She turned to the rows of stores in front of her, and then headed forward.

(N)

By the end of her two hours, Kylie had bought five new shirts, two new pairs of jeans, a new sweatshirt, a new pair of sneakers, a new pair of sandals, and one dress. She had also bought a new backpack, girl things, and more paint supplies.

"Wow," Neal said as he saw the teen walking towards him, laden with bags. "You really know how to put a dent in the FBI's wallet."

"It's my own personal vendetta. Now it's their move," Kylie laughed. "Where's Jones?"

"On his way I think," Neal said. "Let's get something to eat." They sat outside a café, catching up on things.

"You stayed at the warehouse your whole life?" Neal asked.

"Yupp. Well, no," she answered. Neal raised an eyebrow. "I did move once or twice, but I liked to go back to the warehouse. But I always went to the same school," she said.

"The same school you went to since first grade?" he asked baffled. "That's four miles away from the warehouse."

"I know," she smiled. "How do you think I got in my daily exercise?" Neal shook his head.

"You're crazy," he mumbled. She smiled wider.

"Says you Mr. FBI Agent," she responded. Neal laughed.

"Yeah, I guess people change," he took a sip of his drink. "Like you. You've become much better at staying under the radar. He never found you!" Neal said in pride. A sudden clatter of plates nearby allowed Kylie's pause and slight flinch to go unnoticed.

"Nope," she answered.

"I taught you well,"

"Don't get cocky,"

"You said it yourself, I'm an FBI agent. I can be as cocky as I want,"

"I'm offended," Jones' voice sounded behind them. "Besides, you're a consultant, not an agent."

"Oh, so you're lying to me now," Kylie scoffed. "Thanks Neal."

They paid, got into Jones' car, and headed back to the apartment.

(N)

He had watched her shop, followed her through the stores. He didn't approach her though, there were too many witnesses. He watched her meet up with him, the man who had hidden her from him all the years. An angry scowl formed across his face as he watched the two talking. He saw her look his way, then flinch when they made eye contact. Neal didn't notice due to some clumsy waiter. He smirked again, and backed away from the café.

OMG this one is so long! I'm so proud! :D review pleeeease guys, it's what keeps me writing. And I'd still like to hear your feedback on my White Collar one shots idea. Review and I'll give you a cookie! Any kind of cookie you want!

My next chapter is kind of dark, for me anyways. Be warned!

Brownie points to anyone who can tell me who's POV it was in the last section :P

-pugluv24