Author's Notes: Hello there fellow Readers. I am starting a series of one-shots and/or drabbles that will vary... a lot. Don't expect quick updates though, i still have to update Family Heritage.

Word Count: 600. Inspiration/Spoilers: Sara/Neal fic, one itty bitty curse, Sara's Pov, in 2nd person. Disclaimer: I don't own white collar, and if i did... well for one thing i would make Neal shirtless in every episode and have more intense make-out scenes.

You've always thought Neal Caffrey was a slippery bastard, with that smug smile on his face. Ever since Raphael's St. George and the Dragon was stolen, that smug smile of his drove you crazy with anger. Or so you thought it did.

But after learning more about him, going past his conman façade, you realize there's a side to him that you never knew about. That no one knew about. (Peter may think he knows, but he really doesn't.) The only person you know for a fact knows about this unknown side of Neal, was Kate.

Kate… You don't know that much about her, besides the fact that she was the one to break Neal's heart after years of pulling off scams that would blow Bonnie and Clyde out of the water. Even after her death, you can tell that Neal still longs for her. He may say that he is moving on, but you know. You know that no matter what, she'll always be a part of his life.

It's only after you confront Neal about the theft of the FAA package, do you realize how desperate he is for answers. It reminds you of your search for your sister, a desperate attempt that only caused heartbreak. You know how this will end for him and you know for a fact that it won't be good. You've been there and you'll do anything to prevent it from happening again.

You don't even realize it yourself, until it happens. You notice his eyes following you around the conference room one day, a week after the Halbridge case. You came to return some case files that you borrowed. The air between you and him was somewhat tense; you had unsuccessfully tried to get more information about his relationship with Kate. You leave without saying a word to him, knowing that it will get you nowhere.

You still decide to help with his investigation into her death and the shooting of one of his friends. You say it's because you like the mystery of it all, but he knows it's a lie. You don't tell him it's because of the growing concern you have for him. You don't tell him because you're not sure if the feelings you have for him are right or not.

When he truly asks you why you're helping him, the man who stole a painting that was insured for 4 million dollars, the man who could have it all and yet chose to be a criminal, you don't know what to say. You want to say it's because you don't have anything better to do, but you don't. Instead you tell him about your sister and how you know what it feels like to want answers so badly that you would do anything for them.

You search the archives of Ellis Island with him, looking for information that will lead you to Adler, the man who was in charge of everything; the explosion, the shooting, and even the theft of money from thousands of investors. Suddenly the power shuts off and the stifling heat of the building soon gets to you. One look at his expressive baby blues and you're reminded of the feelings you've been trying to hide from him.

Your lips are on his in an instant. It's a brief, short kiss, meant to last a few seconds, but ended up lasting forever. It leaves you wanting more, and he's happy to oblige. It's a perfect moment, and you don't want it to end. But, like all good things, it must come to an end.