A/N: Shauna's episodes will continue in a series of one-shots as long as my addiction to White Collar lasts, which will probably be until the show ends, which will hopefully be never. Rated T just in case. Neal, Peter, and the rest of the gang (including a couple of quotes) do not belong to me, but to the brilliant writers of a brilliant show.

This episode has spoilers through Season 2 Episode 3. [SPOILERS BEGIN NOW] It takes place near the beginning of the episode, when Peter shows Neal the criminology course syllabus. {Sorry it's short. I had trouble figuring out where Shauna would be in this story.} If, of course, during the show Neal had a sixteen-year-old sister named Shauna Caffrey. :)

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"You already have a copy at home," said Shauna, sitting with her back to Neal's desk in the FBI office and watching him cut out his precious article. "Why do you need another one?"

"Copycatted," said Neal, as if he hadn't even heard her question. "I was copycatted."

"We were copycatted," said Shauna. "I seem to remember this being a multi-person job."

"But it was my idea," said Neal.

Shauna rolled her eyes and tipped her head back against the coolness of the desk. She was more than used to this. "Whatever."

"What was your idea?"

Her eyes snapped open. Peter was coming toward them, a folder in his hand. Shauna flicked her gaze up to Neal, who hadn't stopped grinning. "Oh, the bonds you put me in jail for."

"Sure," said Peter, his mouth pressed into a line.

"They were his idea," supplied Shauna.

"Along with a host of other things he'll never admit to." Peter shoved the folder in Neal's face. "Look at this."

Neal sighed and flipped it open. "A college syllabus?"

"Week four." Peter looked away from both Neal and Shuana, shaking his head as if he didn't particularly want to hear Neal's response.

There was a brief silence from Neal, and Shauna looked up to catch his face widening into an ridiculous smile. "I'm in a syllabus!"

"Give me that." Shauna snatched it, perused it. But Neal was right. He was featured in a criminology course. "Where am I?"

"And why would you expect to be studied alongside the likes of Neal Caffrey?" Peter stared down at her, eyebrow cocked with warning.

It was hard to remember that nobody had pinned anything on her yet. "I wouldn't," she covered, reading the rest of Neal's description. "It's just that we're such good friends is all."

Neal grabbed the paper back, oblivious to the fact that Shauna had almost turned herself in. "They study me for an entire week!"

"And forget about you by the end of the semester," said Peter, pinching the folder between his fingers. "Give me that."

"Oh, no, I'm keeping this as a souvenir." Neal jerked the folder back and read, "Technological virtuoso..."

"Since when are you the technological virtuoso?" questioned Shauna.

"Since I got arrested and didn't turn in any accomplices," he answered.

"That's so unfair." She surveyed the list of crimes that the class was studying. "They're giving you full credit for masterminding the Carter heist. You're smart, okay, but you're not that smart."

"You were behind the Carter heist?" Peter pulled the folder from Neal's hands.

Neal folded his hands behind his head. "Uh-uh, nope, not that. Wasn't even in town when that happened."

"You didn't have to be," said Peter, frowning and flipping through the pages. "You only needed one person in town—to hack the security system from the inside."

"Well, I'm the only guy I know who could have done that," said Neal, still smug.

"Maybe the only guy. But what about a girl?" Peter glanced down at Shauna and snapped the folder shut. "You want to tell me you weren't in town then, Shauna?"

"I..." Shauna considered her options. "I don't want to tell you anything."

"Smart. Apparently smarter than I thought." Peter didn't look thrilled to be discovering this.

She shrugged. "But not smart enough to make it into the syllabus."

"Think of it this way." Peter glared briefly at Neal. "He gets fame and a tracking anklet. You remain anonymous, but—"

"But you don't have to put up with him for four more years." Neal jerked his thumb at Peter. "It's a good thing, really."

Shauna shook her head. "You just like being called a virtuoso."

"Hey, if I ever get to meet this class, I'll make sure they know I didn't do it alone."

"Why would you meet the class?" Peter's eyes were narrowed.

Neal just smiled.

"He thinks they're his fan club," Shauna told Peter.

"Yes, and that's a problem." Peter shook the folder over the desk. "This is your case, Neal. These are the kids that are copycatting you."

"Imitation," said Neal, basking in his fame. "It feels good."

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Peter told him, as close to angry as Shauna had ever seen him. "These kids are going to jail because they chose you as a role model."

"It's their fault, not mine, if they get arrested," said Neal. "If they get arrested. I've been Shauna's role model for years, and she not in jail."

"Yet," said Peter. "She not in jail yet."