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 4. [BEGIN SPOILERS] It takes place near the beginning of the episode, while Neal and Mozzie are about to break into the cigar shop, and after Peter realizes that Neal has something up his sleeve. If, of course, during the show Neal had a sixteen-year-old sister named Shauna Caffrey. :)

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Shauna's phone rang while she was reading the Times. Peter. Not good. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Home." She waited for him to follow-up, then added, "I swear. I'm at June's house. Neal's house. Whatever. I'm here."

"And Neal isn't."

"That's not what I said." But it was true. Neal was out with Mozzie, breaking into Gina's apartment, if Shauna's suspicions were correct, and they usually were.

"I'm in the area," Burke said after a pause. "I'm picking you up."

Chills ran down Shauna's arms. "Picking me up, like, let's-go-for-a-Sunday-drive picking me up? Or picking me up, like, you're-under-arrest."

"Picking you up, like, Neal's-in-trouble-and-I-needed-you-five-minutes-ago picking you up," said Peter. "So far, you're not under arrest."

"I'll be on the front steps." She hung up the phone, grabbed her cardigan, and stampeded down the stairs to the main floor.

June saw her and smiled up from the book she was reading. "Where are you off to?"

"Oh, you know."

"Neal?"

"Who else?" Shauna stepped outside and realized she hadn't needed the cardigan. The weather was warm enough for short sleeves. She pitied Burke and Neal in their suits, though Neal would be wearing a tie even in a hundred degrees.

Burke pulled up four seconds after Shauna sat down; she jumped up and hurried to the car, opening the passenger door. "You promise I'm not in trouble?"

"Should you be? Get in."

She got in. She liked Peter's car, but Neal liked it more. Unfortunately for Neal, things like Peter's car were distinctly off-limits. "What's wrong?"

"Has Neal mentioned a Gina DeStefano to you?"

"No..." Not Neal, not exactly. Mozzie was the one mentioning Gina every other minute.

"But you've heard the name before."

"Maybe." It was a balancing act of information. How much would get Neal in trouble? Was he in trouble? FBI trouble? Or trouble the FBI could save him from? How confidential was this information?

"Shauna..." There was warning in Peter's voice, but he didn't look at her as he said it; he was too busy running a red light.

"Fine. She's Mozzie's crush. Did you just run...?"

"Yes, I did, and I'll run another one, because your brother's got himself in deep with Navarro and we're running out of time. Heard of Navarro?" Burke ran yet another red light.

Shauna dug her fingernails into the seat, worried about the leather but more worried about her continued existence on the planet. "No, I haven't. Should I?"

"Mob."

"Neal's in deep with the mob? What does that have to do with Gina?"

"Gina's in deep. You're kindhearted brother is being good enough to help." Peter's jaw clenched. "Did he stop and think about this first? No. Did he ask me? No. Did he consider the fact that he might be private-investigating himself into an early grave? No, and no, and no."

After a pause, Shauna tried to give him a sympathetic smile. "If it makes you feel any better, he didn't tell me, either."

"Didn't want you in danger?"

"Didn't think it was dangerous, probably. If it were dangerous, he would have told me. He would have needed my help..." she trailed off, wondering if that was too much information to give a suit. "Where are we going?"

"Cigar shop called Sal's. Heard of it?"

"Nope. Why there?"

"That's where Neal is."

"Tracking anklet strikes again." There were times when Shauna felt sorry for Neal, caged in a two-mile radius of Manhattan when he was used to having the world at his fingertips. But there were definitely times when it came in handy.

Burke braked to a stop in the fire emergency lane in front of Sal's. "You coming?"

She got out of the car and hurried to him. Diana and Jones bailed out of a second car, and Shauna let them go first. What had Neal gotten himself into?

Peter pushed the door open without knocking—as far as Shauna knew, Neal's door was the only one that had ever merited the courtesy of Peter knocking. "Everything all right in here?"

Shauna stepped inside. For a moment, she was taken aback by the smell. She'd never smoked a cigar—after all, she was only sixteen, and smoking was illegal—but Neal had, when the occasion called for it. It smelled calm and woody, like home after a long day's work. She stepped forward.

"We're closed for business." The guy that stepped toward her had too many muscles for his suit. Shauna took a step back, right into Burke, who put his hand on her shoulder and turned her halfway around so that she was staring through a glass door.

Neal—Neal!—stared back, obviously in some sort of trouble. How did he get in there?

"Special Agent Burke, FBI." Peter was definitely amused by Neal's undignified presence, and he was unfazed by the number of guns, big guns, in the room. He was good, Caffrey-good, when it came to acting casual.

Shauna relaxed her shoulders, tipped her head from side-to-side. Act casual. She moved away from Burke's hand.

"Got a report someone broke in here." Peter looked everywhere but at Neal, so Shauna did, too. She wasn't sure how Peter planned to explain her presence to Navarro, and the best thing to do now was act like she belonged with the FBI. Not exactly the easiest thing to do.

"Thought I'd do my duty and stop a crime in progress." Burke went on. Shauna forced herself not to roll her eyes. As if the FBI would be called in for a robbery! "But I see, you men are already on that."

Shauna caught Neal's eyes again. He looked miserable. Of course he did. He was stuck between the mob and the FBI. Not the best place to find yourself. "What were you doing?" she mouthed.

He shrugged.

Peter gestured with two fingers, and Neal looked even more frustrated as he opened the door and stepped out. His hair was out-of-place, and he was still flushed with the adrenaline of an escape. He met Shauna's eyes as if wondering why she was there, then looked off to the side in an attempt to become invisible.

She left Burke and stood beside her brother. "You look like a kid caught stealing cookies."

"Red-handed," he said. "Same thing."

"What on earth were you doing?" She ignored Burke's tense pleasantries with Navarro. If she was going to get the true story, she'd have to get it now, before Burke was the interrogator. "Why are you here?"

"Gina was kidnapped, and her clue led us here. Be patient. I'll tell you everything when we get back to the Bureau." He rested his hand on her head.

"So you will tell Peter?"

"Of course. When have I ever kept secrets from him?" He quirked a smile, but it vanished as Burke finished his interview and gestured to the door. Diana took Neal's arm on the way out, and Shauna was surprised that he didn't shake her off.

Outside, Shauna could breathe. Sure, it was Manhattan air, which was more pollution than oxygen, but the comfortable cigar flavor of Sal's had lost its peace. Peter stomped out. "Where's the little guy?"

"Mozzie?" The word slipped out of Shauna's lips before she could stop it. Neal glared.

"Yeah, Mozzie." said Burke, and there was no arguing with his tone. "Where is he?"

There really wasn't any choice for Neal now. "Mozz! Come on out."

Mozzie, after a long glance in both directions, appeared from the side of the building. He noticed Shauna and frowned, but then he was all business. "Suit, I must say, your timing is impeccable."

There would be no charming Burke today. "You three can fill me in from the beginning back at the Bureau."

"Nice, Neal," said Shauna, crossing her arms over her chest and watching Burke walk back to the car. "Real nice."

"Not now, Shauna."

"He wants me to go to the Bureau?" Mozzie was petrified.

"Yeah, Mozz!" Neal turned on his friend, exasperated. "If you want the FBI's help, you gotta go to the Bureau."

"Not that Neal would ever be caught dead suggesting that someone go to the Bureau for help," said Shauna coldly. "Not the Neal Caffrey I know."

"I said not now, Shauna." Neal's voice was like ice. He was always like this when he got caught. It didn't matter if being caught saved his life, he was still caught, and caught was bad. He hated it, and he would be intolerable for days. "Just do it for Gina," he told Mozzie.

"You know what they do to guys like me at the Bureau?" Mozzie's feet were still rooted in one spot. Beads of sweat were forming on his skin, and Shauna was pretty sure they weren't brought on by the warm weather.

"I do, Mozz!" Neal pulled up the leg of his slacks, gestured to the offending tracking anklet that had resulted in his capture, then turned on his heel in a manner worthy of Peter Burke. "I do."

"I don't have all day," called Burke.

"Come on, Mozzie." Shauna grabbed his elbow and tugged him forward. She was an inch taller than he was, but he didn't budge. "Peter won't arrest you without plenty of notice, I promise."

"You promise? How can you promise that?"

Neal stopped and turned back around. He took Mozzie's other elbow, pulling him along and letting his shoes scuff on the sidewalk. He raised his voice so that Peter, waiting at the car, could hear. "Because arresting you would offend me. And the last thing he needs is an offended Neal Caffrey."

They stopped by the open door. Neal pulled himself up to his full height and looked Burke in the eye. "Isn't that right, Peter?"

"Get. In. The. Car."

They got in the car.