Neal Caffrey smiled at his friend Peter Burke as they entered the glass doors of the White Collar division. "It wasn't my fault."

"Yeah, the female cop that pulled me over and gave me a ticket the other day, pulls you over today while your diving and just slips you a warning," Peter started.

"Peter—" Neal started but Peter wasn't done.

"-A warning slip that has her phone number on the back." Neal couldn't help but smile.

"What can I say?" he asked. He felt Peter roll his eyes and felt bad for the poor guy.

"Hey, guys," Diana said with a smile as she took a file up to Peter's office.

"We got work to do," Peter sighed, with a sigh Neal followed him up.

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"Apparently there's been some recent activity in the mafia world." Diana said to them all. "We have no idea why but most of the crimes have drastically stopped, almost as if the gangs are too afraid to do anything, or too busy."

"Isn't that good?" one of the analysts asked.

"Not if we have no idea why they are acting this way," Neal answered. "This could be something really dangerous." But not if he couldn't let Peter investigate this. However, if he investigated this at least Neal could keep an eye on the progress and stall it out.

"What do you think, Neal?' Dianna asked in confusion. Neal stopped tossing the rubber ball in the air for a moment and thought for a moment. What to tell...

"I think we should investigate." He answered. "But not get into too much." confused looks greeted him around the room.

"Agent Caffrey?" A male voice asked and Neal looked up.

"Yeah?"

"There's someone here for you, she says it's important."

Neal looked out the glass enclosure to see a young woman waiting in the lounge, looking around as if she was taking in the sights of the room. She was about 5, 6 and had soft caramel skin, her brown hair spilled down to her mid back and there were slight bangs cut over her eyes. She wore a leather jacket and a black T-shirt. Her tight dark jeans cascaded down into her black leather flat heeled boots. She looked about twenty—one. Neal got up and started for the door. Peter followed him.

"Can I help you?" he asked the young woman in front of him. He wondered what she was trying to tell him. The girl turned and Neal realized her lightly tilted eyes were a warm brown that showed a slight spark that made him smile. The girl smiled at him.

"Neal Caffrey?" she asked. Neal couldn't help but realize her voice sounded nice and comforting, he nodded.

"How may I help you?" he asked. The girl looked him over then slowly and Neal had the strangest feeling he was being evaluated.

"Actually," the young woman said. "It's what I can do for you." The girl smiled and Neal felt his eyes brows rising a little bit. Peter choked on his coffee behind him.

"How old are you?" Burke asked the young woman. She shook her head.

"You're asking wrong questions." She said.

"Alright," Neal said. "How can you help me?"

"By saving your life," the girl answered, her eyes changing for a moment into dark seriousness. "I'm sure you've heard the reports of the drop of crime," she said, Neal stiffened and so did Peter as he assessed the female more closely. She wore tight dark blue jeans with black knee high biker boots along with a blank tank top covered by her leather jacket, and yet her hair was in a ponytail that reached all the way down to the upper part of her back, she looked like a mix between a sweet girl and a biker.

"So what can you tell us?" Neal asked,carefully, Peter blinked and looked up at the man who looked cautious but still warm. The female smiled but her eyes focused as if contemplating what she could tell them.

"You," she started looking straight at Neal. "Are the reason why all the gangs are hiding." Neal blinked for a moment in surprise and Peter looked shocked and confused as well, what had Neal done?

"Me?" Neal asked -Carter was after him?!- but the girl cut him off.

"You're right, you didn't do anything," she said. "But the one who's here in New York—the one who's been scaring the criminals isn't you, it's after you." Silence reigned for a moment, the girl stared at Neal with a stern gaze and Peter saw Neal look a little scared by the news.

"Alright, that's enough." He said, stepping in front of Neal. This game had gone on long enough. "I don't know what you're trying to get at but it's not going to work here, leave before I call security." The girl looked shocked but then nodded and slid two cards out of her pocket.

"Here," she said, handing them both cards.

"What is this?" Neal asked, taking his.

"This is the number you are to call when you get injured and realize the deadly game you're in." She said to Neal, turning to Peter she said. "This is the number you call when he goes missing." With that young girl nodded and left the office. Neal stood there, contemplating if he assessed the situation not as seriously as he should. Another voice called Peter up again and he sighed.

"This is going to be a long day," his consultant whispered, trying to erase the girl from Peter's mind. Peter nodded.

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Carter smiled as he observed Allisandra walk away from the station. She was at it again—trying to save people. Of course she'd fail, like last time. Vladimir watched the girl too, beside him, with different emotions, he kept his gaze neutral as he watched her walk, and his heart thudded for the first time in a long time. Allisandra.