Happy Birthday KeJae!

KeJae requested that this year's birthday fic give Neal a twin sister and write a story displaying their relationship with each other. This is a oneshot so it may feel rushed at times but I hope you enjoy what I did with the prompt you gave me. But there's hopefully lots of family fluff in here. (this is very unedited by the way)


Bryce and Becca (Neal has a twin birthday fic)


She wished she had brought a hair tie to pull her hair back. Styling her above shoulder length hair made getting ready in the morning so easy but was frustrating when escaping from crazed boyfriends. She once again pulled back her hair behind her ear and contemplated how she was going to get out of this.

Her now ex-boyfriend was somewhere in the building, eyes probably burning from the mace she had sprayed into his face.

She needed to find somewhere safe but where? He had her ID card so she couldn't get into any secure areas. She only had a short amount of time before he figured out what room she had escaped in.

Should she jump out the window?

What about hiding in the cleaning cupboard?

She looked up at the tiled ceiling. Didn't those tiles go up? She remembered seeing them move when maintenance needed to get into the ceiling.

There wasn't much time left. She climbed onto a desk, punched the ceiling tile in and to the side and pulled herself up. She replaced the tile and deliberately slowed her breathing.

She could almost remember her brother teaching her that technique. When she needed time away from their mother but she wouldn't leave them alone, during the rare times she remembered they existed, he had taught her how to hide and minimise her presence.

This wasn't the first time she had been chased and hunted. She heard her now ex-boyfriend stumble around below. After a few moments, he left. She stayed. There was no way she was leaving until he was out of the building.


Sara stormed into the White Collar office with a frown and a click of her heels. She went right up to Peter's office and knocked on his door.

"Wow. What did you do, Caffrey?"

Neal raised an eyebrow at Diana. "What makes you think I did anything?"

"I've only seen her like that when you've done something. So, what'd you steal?"

"I didn't steal anything!" Although, he was confused about why Sara seemed so hasty. Whatever she was here about felt big. He started thinking about his alibi, in case something had actually been stolen and she thought he had done it. To be honest, having people believe he did a crime, without actually doing it, was a great way to build up a reputation.

Peter and Sara both came out of the office and pointed to the team.

"Looks like we're about to find out," Jones commented, gathering his things and following them up.


Sara had a picture of a painting on the screen when they entered. Neal's heart sunk. So this was going to be one of those cases after all.

"I don't recognise this piece, what is it?" Diana asked.

"And what happened to it?" Jones questioned, with a glance at Neal.

Neal grinned back and twirled his pencil. Inside, he was thinking about how he was going to escape if this all went bad.

"This is The Twins in the Voyages, a painting that my company was looking into insuring. It was stolen last night."

"What a surprise," Neal sighed. Sara placed her hands on her hips and frowned at him.

"I have a traumatised staff member and a missing painting. And I need you to track this guy down."

"So it wasn't Neal?" Jones questioned.

"Do you know who took the painting?" Diana asked. Sara sighed. "I do. But he doesn't seem to exist." She placed up a photo. "This is Justin Keith. He managed to get in by dating one of my staff members. He then attacked her to get to the painting."

"How is she still alive?" Neal questioned in surprise. He had recognised the person in the image and Justin Keith was not his name.

It was Daniel Shaw. Rouge ex-CIA agent.

What did he want with a painting of a rough ocean holding two children in little paper boats?

Peter was giving him that look. The one that said he had caught on that Neal recognised this guy. Neal was already sifting through what he knew and what he could tell in order to convince Peter that this case should be handed off.

He was going to tell Beckman as soon as he got out of this meeting.

"She's alive because she hid in the roof. Punched out one of the cheap panels and slipped up inside."

"Impressive," Diana said.

"She sat there until morning when she reported the theft. But she also said that I shouldn't go to the FBI but," Sara shrugged. "I trust that you will be able to protect her."

"Of course," Peter said. "We can set her up with a safe house until this Justin is caught."

"That's another issue. She refuses to go to a safe house," Sara sighed. "Doesn't trust them."

"Good for her," Neal mused.

"Please tell me she's not another Mozzie," Jones sighed.

"Far from it. Rebecca actually finds forgeries, not makes them." Sara gave Neal a pointed look. Neal shrugged. He knew how Mozzie looked. "She's an appraiser and one of the best I have. She's on par with Neal here."

Everyone's eyebrows raised. It was rare to find a talent of Neal's level.

Neal had a sinking feeling in his gut. He told himself that Rebecca was a common name.

"What's Rebecca's last name? What's she like?" he asked.

Sara huffed. "Don't even think about it, Caffrey. Becca is too smart for you."

"Really, Sara? We're dating. I'm not going looking for other women. I just wanted to know for other reasons."

"Larkin," Sara huffed. "Her name is Rebecca Larkin."

Neal took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His heart thudded away in his chest and his head decided to provide the dizzying information that Daniel Shaw tried to kill his sister last night.

"And she says that she'll rely on her brother to protect her. I need you all to convince her otherwise."

"Her brother might be able to protect her-"

"But we can protect her better," Peter insisted over Diana's comment. He gave her a look to remind her that they were the FBI and this was their job.

"Not her and not from him," Neal muttered. He realised with a shock that he had said that a little too loud when everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Care to explain, Caffrey?" Now Peter was calling him 'Caffrey'. He was certainly frustrated and suspicious.

"Look, I don't know what his name actually is but I recognise the guy." He really didn't know if Daniel was his birth name. Bryce and Danny certainly weren't his. "He tried to kill someone I know in cold blood. It came up that he has killed many people and gotten away with it. He's dangerous."

"So? We dealt with Keller, we'll deal with this guy."

Neal shook his head at Peter's insistence.

"We should probably pay some mind to Neal's reaction. I don't think I've ever seen him this spooked," Jones pointed out.

Neal smiled at him. "Spooked? I'm not spooked. Just not looking to tangle with a known murderer."

"And what about Rebecca? Are you suggesting we leave her without protection?" Sara asked.

"I'm sure she can arrange her own protection," he responded. His phone dinged a moment later. It was Mozzie. "Look, I have a few leads I can look into. Can I go do that?"

"Nothing illegal."

"Nothing illegal," Neal promised Peter.

"Fine. Diana, you'll head with Sara to Rebecca's place. Try and convince her to agree to our protection-" Peter's voice faded away as Neal made his way downstairs.

He already knew that Rebecca wouldn't be at her place. Because she was at his.


"Bryce!" Becca greeted him with a grin and a splash of paint on her cheek. She immediately left the easel and Mozzie's protests about her painting practice and wrapped him in a hug.

Neal reached for where Becca's ponytail used to be, only to find flowing hair.

"When did you cut it short?" he questioned

"I don't know. Maybe when my big brother wasn't around to tug at it?"

"It makes it grow longer!" It really didn't but her expression whenever he had pulled at it had encouraged him to keep doing it whenever they met.

"I cut it when I received the news that you died and decided to keep it." She tucked the strands of her hair behind her ear. "I like my hair this length."

"I heard you're an appraiser. How is it?"

"You should join me in this work, bro."

"I think I'll keep making the forgeries. More fun."

Becca spared a glance at her disastrous painting. "Sure. Fun."

"Maybe if you put in the work-" Mozzie started

"Not the time, Mozzie." Both twins responded in unison.

"It's never the time."

"It's conspiracy time," Becca said with a grin.

Neal sighed as they all took seats at the table. "What have you gotten into, Becca? Sara is at the FBI office, trying to get you protection."

Becca huffed. "Like the FBI can protect me. I have no idea what I've gotten into but I know it's bigger than the FBI."

Neal pulled her into a seat at his table. "You're not wrong. The FBI won't be able to handle this. Did you know that Justin Keith is actually ex-CIA agent, Daniel Shaw?"

Becca frowned. "I did not." Her hand clenched. "Ex-CIA huh? Like you?"

Neal shook his head. "One, I'm still on the books. Two, he's a wanted traitor. He tried to kill Sarah."

"My boss or...?"

Neal gave her a look. "No."

"Ah, CIA Sarah. The ex."

"Your boss is the current squeeze," Mozzie said.

"You're dating my boss?"

"Moz, please don't call Sara that again."

"While I agree, Mozzie should never, why are you dating my boss?"

"Things happened."

It was Becca's turn to look unimpressed.

"It just happened. Can we get back to how you ended up dating CIA's most wanted?"

"Is he really?"

"No. But I want him dead so continue."

"Look, I met the guy when he found an old painting and wanted it appraised. It wasn't the real painting but he and I hit it off and we started dating."

"So, can we assume that he was dating you for the painting he stole or was it just a coincidence?"

"Nothing is a coincidence."

"Mozzie's right. I think he was aiming for the painting from the start. However, I started dating him before the painting appeared on my desk."

"So either he knew the painting would cross your desk, or any painting would do," Neal theorised.

"The painting was insured by Sterling Bosch and was missing when we started dating," Becca said, recalling the history of the painting she had been given. "It was suddenly discovered and we needed to assess whether it was the real item."

"Because Sterling Bosch would have already paid out the insurance money," Neal mused. He stood up and paced the length of the desk.

"Let's assume for now that he wanted the painting. How do we find him?" Becca asked. "I have another kind of debt to repay."

Neal hesitated. Sara had said that 'Justin' was hunting Becca. Probably because she caught him in the act.

"He'll probably disappear," Neal lied. "No point staying around now that he has what he wants. I'll see if General Beckman can alert other agents and track him down. Mozzie, can you look after Becca at one of your safe houses?"

Mozzie and Becca shared a look that ended with Mozzie sighing.

"I can try. If this agent turns up at any of my safehouses, you'll owe me two new ones."

"Done."

Neal was hoping this wouldn't take longer than a day.


How did Daniel Shaw manage to avoid every single camera in New York? He probably hadn't but that's how it felt to Neal, who had spent most of his night searching for any sign of Daniel Shaw in New York.

Neal's phone went off at 6am as he made himself another coffee.

"Now, before I speak, I would like to remind you that I have been your greatest asset even when you haven't been working for the CIA."

"Mozzie," Neal said flatly. He was sounding more like Bryce by the minute. Next, he would be rubbing his forehead as his assets used his name to do whatever they wanted. "Not inspiring whatever feelings of trust you want."

"Becca teamed up with the FBI and Sara in order to bring that ex-boyfriend of hers out into the open."

Becca's dead body flashed before his eyes and Neal clenched his teeth to keep from saying something he would regret.

"When?"

"Shortly after we left for the safehouse. I have the meeting place and I can drive you there. They had her send a message to 'Justin' saying that they could talk it out before she reports him."

Neal was downstairs before his coffee was ready. It could wait.

"I can't believe you let her do this," he scolded Mozzie as he jumped into the other man's taxi.

"I don't let her do anything, Neal. Surprisingly, your twin sister is a lot like you."

"I'm still older. If either of my jobs hurts her-"

"She'll be fine. She has Peter's team looking out for her."

That was the other thing, Peter hadn't let him know. Sure, Neal had expressed that he wasn't interested in this case but that hadn't stopped Peter in the past when he believed that Neal had important information.

Neal spotted the van instantly and Mozzie knew to pull up beside it without him saying anything.

Neal hopped out and opened the door.

"What are you doing here, Neal?" Sara asked as he pushed his way in.

Peter looked surprised he was here but didn't comment.

"I heard you were putting an innocent person in front of a killer," he responded. This was probably going to cause a fight between them later but Neal was risking it.

"Becca will be fine," Jones said. "She's hardly innocent."

Neal watched her talk to Daniel Shaw. The man in question seemed calm enough. Charming, even. Neal didn't trust that at all.

"What happened to putting her in a safe house?" he asked Peter.

"She wanted to help catch the guy," Peter said. "And you know what I'm like, I have no idea how to handle women when they start crying."

Neal had no doubt that Becca had manipulated that. On the screen, Daniel slumped forward suddenly, crashing to the ground.

"What? Get in there!" Peter ordered. Neal followed him in.

Sara rushed straight for Becca but Neal had a feeling he knew exactly what had happened.

"Tranq dart," Peter said, baffled as they both saw the three darts sticking out of the sleeping man.

"I don't trust it. You should handcuff him and have him under 24 hour protection."

"Since when do you give orders, Neal?" Peter said in a teasing tone.

"Since my sister decided to steal my tranq gun."

"What?" Becca huffed, pulling the gun out of her purse. No one had searched her and she was able to keep the bag on her lap and out of sight until she could pull the gun out and shoot Daniel in the gut. More than once. "This is Mozzie's, not yours."

"I'm sorry, back up. Did he just say sister?" Jones questioned, pointing between Neal and Becca.

"I heard it too," Diana backed up.

"I thought you didn't want your coworkers to know."

"That was before you teamed up with them in order to face someone who wanted to kill you."

"Not like you don't do that every week," Becca sassed back. "This was the fastest way of resolving this and you know it. It's why you told me to go with Mozzie and tried to stop me."

"You told us that your brother was the one who told you about Daniel Shaw," Sara said. "That brother, who supposedly worked for the CIA himself, is Neal?"

Neal's eye twitched. "You told them?"

"Well, I wasn't planning to tell them who you were. Besides, Bryce Larkin is legally my brother."

"You're Bryce Larkin?" Diana said to Neal.

"Bryce Larkin is your brother?" Jones questioned.

"Why do you guys know who I am?" Neal mused.

"Probably because you caused a stir stealing government secrets," Mozzie said, seeming to appear between them all. He shook his phone. "And I've done the thing that none of you thought of and contacted the head of the CIA. She says her agents will be here in 5 to pick him up."

"I'm gone then," Neal said. He walked over to Becca and started pushing her away. "And you're coming with me."

Peter looked torn for a moment. He could chase Neal but a senior agent should stay with the culprit.

"Diana."

Diana quickly started after them, Sara falling in step beside her. Sara wanted answers as well.


Neal leaned against the wall of the meeting room. Becca was sitting smugly at the desk, having finally 'introduced herself to her brother's important person'. Sara looked like she was still processing the last few hours. Same with the FBI agents. At least Peter hadn't kicked Neal out upon hearing that he was actually a CIA agent.

"You should go back to being Bryce Larkin, if the option is there," Jones commented.

"Maybe one day," Neal responded. "But for now, I like what we have here."

"That's because you don't have to do all the paperwork," Peter commented.

Seems like the agents were more accepting than Neal expected.

However, Neal groaned at the reminder of the paperwork that he still had to complete about this complete mess of an incident.

"That's for sure."

Becca grinned at him. "At least I can visit you at work now."

"I can't believe I didn't realise," Sara sighed. "No wonder you wouldn't look at anything Neal Caffrey forged."

"I do believe that would be a conflict of interest. Knowing what I do, I couldn't expose my brother forgeries. It would help if he didn't put so many out there."

"Recreations are legal," Neal countered. "Besides, I would like it if someone would properly vet her boyfriends next time."

"Ouch. We can't all be dating the darling of Sterling Bosch."

"Becca," Sara said in a flat tone. She didn't appreciate the nickname.

"Sorry. We can be besties though. I want to have a girl's night this weekend."

"Can I come?" Diana asked.

"Sure. Bring your girlfriend too."

"How-"

"Neal tells me about his coworkers when we exchange messages."

"I think I told you a little too much," Neal grumbled. Since he had been communicating with Becca through a secure channel, he had been a little loose with the kinds of things he told her about. Like the office prank wars.

Becca grinned at her brother. "Mozzie will be scanning my place for bugs before we have our girl's night. If he finds anything, I will tell everyone in this room about your embarrassing college years."

Neal narrowed his eyes. "Mozzie won't find any."

"Bugs huh? Isn't that misappropriation of work resources?" Jones teased.

"It's like stealing office supplies. Everyone steals office supplies," Neal countered.

"You two are certainly siblings," Sara commented, looking between the two and thinking of when Becca had said something similar to her.

The twins flashed her similar smiles. Both promised mischief to come.