WARNING SAP FEST AHEAD!

Okay everyone who for some reason liked this story: I have some bad news. I am not sure if I posted this in the last chapter, but this story is totally dead. If you are binge-reading this then, well, sorry, this is all there is.

There are many reasons why this story is dead, the main one being Emily.

Emily is not just an OC I made for this show anymore. She is a living person in my head, and she has grown so much since I started writing this. When I began this story, she was just this lifeless creature with a sob story. I liked her because I thought she was kick butt and I sympathized with her. But now, she is a completely different person. I reread this and I think two things. 1) Holy crap this writing is TERRIBLE what was I thinking, and 2) this character isn't the Emily I know and love anymore. This isn't now she would act, or what she would say or do, this is all wrong. This story isn't her anymore. (if you really have a dying need to know what she is like then I can PM you, but I doubt anyone cares at this point.)

Another reason this story is dead is because, well, I had no idea what I was doing when I started this story. I had a half-baked idea about this sad girl who ends up getting fixed by this guy. I was obsessed with this show for a little bit and jumped into something I wasn't really ready for. I had no plot, no planning, no outline, nothing! I was winging this from the get-go. I think at one point I had a place I wanted to take it, but I can't remember it now.

Also, I never even finished the show. I got tired of it a few seasons in, and have fallen out of the fandom. That's another big reason. It became a pain to remember what I was writing about and what had and hadn't happened in the show. I still like the first few seasons of the show, don't get me wrong, but I am pretty done with it by now. I also have many new fandoms that I am writing about now, MHA in particular. This story just isn't worth my time anymore.

However, I will say, that while I was writing this, I had a lot of fun. Yeah, looking back makes me cringe and want to burn it, but I was only… I think 12 when I wrote this. I liked showing the world what was in my head, as silly as it may be. I loved getting feedback from you guys; it made me happy and always put a smile on my face! I liked reading something that was once exclusively in my brain on paper (or on a screen whatever). It was really the first time I had ever written something for fun and it was really a learning experience for me that I happened to show to everyone because I thought they might like it.

Now I know that no one really cared much about this story and I am being super dramatic here, but, whatever. This is my thing :)

I was surprised by how much you guys liked this story, and looking back, I am even more baffled now. I mean this writing really is crap, but regardless, I really REALLY thank you guys for your support. It was still a pretty small following, but it still meant the world to me to have your support. I would have given up on writing (because I was super shallow back then) if it weren't for you guys, so thank you.

I am super sorry to just drop dead on you guys, but the thing is… I wrote this story because it was fun, and it isn't fun for me to write this anymore, so I'm letting it go. Emily Cliff and her other OC palls will continue to live on in my brain, and maybe one day on paper, but not in CLIFF, and not in White Collar.

It's just not right.

Before I go for good, I have a little something for you. This little segment is something I wrote a long time ago when I had no idea what real romance was or what good writing was. It is an 'almost' kiss scene that I made because I really wanted to get to the part of the story where the two fall in love, but was too impatient to actually write the whole frickin book.

This is my awful goodbye to you guys. I truly am sorry.

Now here is an out of context crappy romance scene that makes no sense between Neal and Emily that was written by a tween who had never even been on a date before (lol still haven't but that's another story).

Read on if you dare.

"Ok, and Emily?"

Emily looked up from her hands that were folded on the table. If she was being truthful, she wasn't paying much attention to Neal blabber on about how much the bracelet cost.

"Hmm? Yes? Sorry, you lost me there for a bit. What were you talking about after you stopped your meaningless chatter about the bracelet?"

Neal let out a frustrated sigh. "I said," he put both hands on the table and looked her straight in the eye. "You're going to have to distract Marxin if I want to get inside."

"Okay…" Emily waved her hand in a circle indicating for him to go on.

"Emily, you're going to have to seduce him, and based on what I know, you don't know much about that area," Neal said this and his face looked almost… Embraced? Oh, I see. He thinks he needs to teach me. Emily almost laughed out loud at that.

"First off," she started as she stood up. "You have no idea how much I know about that 'area,'" she huffed using air quotes. "And second, if I do need to distract him, why do you have any doubt that the famous Neal Caffrey couldn't turn me into his best apprentice?" Emily had now walked over to him and was now only a few feet apart from him, despite him taking a step back. She said the last part of the sentence with a raised brow and smirk.

"No, you're right that I don't know how much you know about seduction," he began, "but I can make an educated guess from the way you work and act, and based on that knowledge, I'm going to assume you know very little. Also," his face suddenly took on a smug look. "I know I could teach you. You're the one who doubts."

Emily furrowed her brow. This was unlike him to come up with such a poor come back. What was wrong with him? It wasn't like he hadn't done this type of thing before, not to mention with far more dangerous woman. Well…

"Hmm," She said taking a step closer to him. "Back to my original point. You have no idea how much I know about seducing. If I wanted to…" She closed the space in between them by another step. She could feel his breath mixing with hers. "I would probably do something like this…" With a low hum, she slid her hand up his chest. She spoke slowly, with her voice dropping lower. "And then I might do this," She reached up with her other free hand and ran it through his hair before resting it on the back of his neck. Standing on her toes, she looped both her arms around his shoulders.

Neal's mind was a blur. He didn't really know what to do with his hands so he just grabbed her shoulders.

"And if I was smart and wanted to fully win him over, I would most likely kiss him," She said this all in a barely audible whisper before craning her neck up to look into his eyes.

"But," she said at full volume, before removing her hands from Neal's features. She took a step back and wore a triumphant smirk. "I only kiss criminals when absolutely necessary."

Neal crossed his arms and looked down at her. "Hmm," he muttered trying to sound as nonchalant as posable. "Point taken. It could use some work, but I'm sure you're fine. Anyways," he was trying to change the subject and get away from what had just happened. Emily saw this and gave him another smirk. "We should probably get back to the plan now if you're done." Neal looked down at her with narrowed eyes, hoping to cover the fact that his mind was a mess right now. He begged the universe that he wasn't as transparent as glass.

"Sure Caffrey. I'm done." She gave him one last wink before she sat down again.

There you have it guys. CLIFF is officially dead. I know a ton of you forgot and gave up on it a while ago, but here it is anyways. It kinda sucked and not a ton of people read it, but you know what? I did my best, and I had fun. That's all I can do sometimes.

Well
That's all for now folks.
Thanks for tuning in.

~a scribbler