This one literally just popped into my head, and I had to write it down. I know I'd forget it if I didn't!

Anonamus-A: it had something to do with the case I guess. in my mind it was like another scavenger hunt thing, you know? idk I needed some way to get her standing and it was the first thing I thought of lol :)

Disclaimer: Ya no. Don't own White Collar.

"I've finally found it!" Neal's voice sang as he entered Peter's office one fine morning. Peter looked up from his file, clearly interested.

"You found the man who's been smuggling diamonds over the Mexican border?" he asked. Neal's smile never faltered as he shook his head.

"Even better. I found the picture that will tie Kylie's hands behind her back for the rest of her life," he slapped a photo on his desk. Peter continued to look at Neal.

"Excuse me?" he looked perplexed. Neal sat across from the agent and put his feet on the desk, careful to avoid his precious picture.

"Ky and I have been having contest to see who can out-wit the other with clever traps and whatnot," Neal explained. Peter blinked.

"So you're having a prank war," he clarified. Neal rolled his eyes.

"In simpler terms, yes," he put his feet to the floor when Peter swatted them with a case file. "So far we've stuck to simple pranks, you know, super gluing a pen to the desk, stealing stuff and giving it back wrapped in gift wrap. She got me with a really good one last week," he smiled, "She took my lock-picking kit, and replaced everything with little daisies. I don't even know how she found it, I keep it well hidden. But, with this picture, I will be crowned King of Blackmail and-"

"Clever traps and whatnot?" Peter smiled. Neal faked a look of hurt.

"It's very important Peter," he was about to swipe the picture from the desk when Peter beat him to it. His eyes widened and he began to laugh.

"Oh, oh this is good," he chuckled. "Does she know about it?"

"No, and we're going to keep it that way, right Peter?" Neal grabbed the photo from his hands.

"Of course Neal. I won't tell a soul," Peter put on a serious face before shooing him out of the office. "Go, I've got lots of work to do."

"But Peter, I didn't even tell you about the prank where she switched all of the things I keep in my hollowed out books-"

"Go, Neal." and the con man left. Peter shook his head. Sometimes I wonder how much of a bad influence he is on her.

(N)

Kylie stared at the picture in Neal's hand in astonishment, before making a swipe for it. He pulled it out of her reach, and she made an annoyed noise. Neal smiled as she lunged again, but he kept it well away from her.

"Neal!" she cried, "Where did you get that?" her voice was filled with panic. He smiled wider.

"I'll never tell," he said as he put the picture safely in his inside pocket. Kylie groaned and sat on the table. "I think I win then, unless you want everyone you know to see this embarrassing photo of you-"

"Shut up Neal!" she hissed, her cheeks burning red. "I guess…you win."

"Then you have to say the magic words," he smirked. She glared at him, until he raised his arms. "I'm waiting."

"You Neal Caffrey," she began through gritted teeth, "are a more cunning, more deceiving, and better looking con man than I, Kylie Sanders." once she finished, and she buried her face in her hands.

"Feels good to admit the truth, doesn't it?" he said as he retreated to his room. Kylie looked up and vowed she would find a way to get back at him and even the playing tables. She instantly thought of one person who would be more than willing to help her make Neal Caffrey look like a fool. An evil smile played across her face as she punched in the number she knew by heart.

"Peter? It's Kylie, and boy do I have a proposition for you."

(N)

The next day, Peter had called a meeting that included almost everyone in the White Collar unit. Kylie had insisted on coming to bureau that day, claiming she had been looking at their case and had some ideas to pitch. As Neal walked in with Kylie trailing behind, Peter nodded to the teen, who subtly touched her nose, making it look like she was scratching it. That was Peter's cue.

"Alright everybody, I've called you here today for a very important reason," Peter started. "As most of you do not know, Neal and Miss Sanders over there have been engaged in, to put it in simple terms, a prank war," he smirked as Neal's expression turned from smooth to confused, to worried. This was going to be priceless.

"Peter what-"Neal looked from Kylie to the agent, who shushed him.

"Recently, Neal acquired a picture of Miss Sanders that seemed to put him above and beyond, making him the winner of said prank war. What I have to show you now, will even the score," he held up a small, black tape, and Neal's heart plummeted.

"Peter don't you dare-"he started, but the tape was already in the slot. The screen flickered, and then the image of Neal strapped in a medical bed in a doctors office appeared. Kylie grinned wickedly, as Neal weakly sank into a chair. Finally, Neal's voice could be heard.

"HIIIIIIGH on a hill…" he was drugged. And singing. Neal covered his face with his hands, completely mortified. Then the door opened on the video, and Peter appeared.

"Neal?"

"Oh hey buddy!" his slurred voice pierced the air as several agents laughed.

"My God. What did they do to you?"

"HI," he repeated. "HIIIIGH-"

"Shhh shush. We need to get you out of these restraints,"

"Oh you mean these?" he lifted his hands to his sides. "What! Never met a lock I couldn't pick. 'Cept my anklet," he pointed to the tracking device on his leg. Neal peeked through his fingers to see every agent laughing at the video, Kylie in hysterics. Peter smiled at Neal, knowing the field was even. He clicked off the T.V. and many agents groaned in protest.

"Sorry guys, but I think Neal has been humiliated enough for one day," he ejected the tape and twiddled it between his fingers. The agents left the room, each looking at Neal with humor in their eyes, no trace of sympathy to be found. The occasional giggle would cause everyone to burst out laughing again. Once everyone had filed out, Neal stood up, strode over to the giggling girl in the corner, and pointed an accusing finger in her face.

"That was a dirty move!" he complained. "I didn't show anyone the picture!"

"But you used it against me in the first place. Therefore, you made the first dirty step in this war. I was just making it even again. Now we can continue fairly," she held out a hand for Neal to shake. He looked at it, sighed, and then shook it.

"As for you Peter," he turned to face the agent. "I thought you got rid of that tape!"

"That's what I told you," Peter smiled. "I knew it would come in handy one day, and what do you know," he put the tape in his pocket, "I was right." with a final smirk, he exited the office. Neal looked back at Kylie.

"I think using federal resources is cheating," he smiled. Kylie laughed.

(N)

A few hours later, a memo was sent to everyone in the division. It contained a photo of a six year old girl who had gotten into a bag of makeup. Her dark blue eyes lit up as she smiled widely into the camera, her lips smeared with so much bright red lipstick she looked like a clown. Her eyes were rimmed with sparkling blue eye shadow, and her fingers were covered in neon pink nail polish. Behind her, the contents of said makeup bag were scattered across the floor.

Kylie didn't know how Neal got it, but he had gotten a hold of the picture she thought she had destroyed five years ago. He truly was a great con man, and she'd do anything to get him to say the words of defeat to her one day.

Haha…ya…I like this one too. Vital Signs is my absolute favorite episode of season 1. It's season 1, right? lol wow…I'm tired. Whenever I see my friends who watch White Collar I always go "HEY BUDDY! HIIII!" ahhhh you gotta love a high Neal Caffrey.

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