Neal's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. "You still owe me an art lesson" it read. He knew immediately who it was from. They didn't have a chance to do it the day of the operation. He heard a knock on the door. He opened it, knowing who he would find.

"Isn't it a little risky coming tonight? A fed could just waltz right in," Neal said with a smile.

"And I would waltz right out, and you would never see me again," the girl replied, "Can I come in?"

"I heard that you left your apartment," the con man said, letting Felicity in.

"I knew you would tell them my location, Neal. Predictable."

"I should tell Peter you're here, you know."

"You really think I'd be better off in Foster Care?" she asked.

"You're on your own all the time, that can't be safe," Neal pointed out.

"If I remember correctly at my age, you were too."

"What if something happens to you?"

"Oh, Dad, stop worrying. If something happens, I'll be sure to call you," Felicity said sarcastically.

"Seriously, Caidmen. If something happened, I would feel guilty."

"Oh, yeah? Well don't. I'm fine; I've been on my own since I was thirteen."

"That's what worries me. You're missing your childhood. You have so much time to grow up," Neal told her.

"If I recall, you missed yours and you're fine. As for having time to grow up, why not start early?" Felicity said.

"Felicity..." Neal got cut off by the fifteen year old millionaire.

"Neal, stop. You can't convince me to come back. Will you give me an art lesson or not?"

"Simmer down, kid. Here, take a seat and we'll get to work."

Neal and Felicity tried very hard to keep on the subject of original art and painting your own work, but it was hard for the both of them.

"I did this one job.." Neal started.

"Do you want to just help me with forgeries?" Felicity asked after the eleventh time of talk about the illegal activity.

"That would be good," Neal admitted. So, Neal grabbed one of his own works and set it down on the easel next to Felicity's. They set to work, and by the end of it, she had almost mastered the technique.

"Where are you living now?" Neal asked her.

"That's none of your concern, Caffrey."

"You distrust me."

"Well, you did rat me out," Felicity said reasonably.

"It was worth a shot, but I knew you would clear out. Besides, if they really wanted to catch you, they would have gotten my anklet information."

"So, you're planning to stay, for another two years? Just like that, then you're free to go? You're not going to run, no big final score?" Felicity curiously asked.

"Well, it depends on how the big score is, if it's worth it..."

"I knew it!"

"So, what do you do all day, normal kids go to school and all," Neal changed the subject hurriedly.

"Whatever I feel like doing, what did you do when you were in your prime?"

"I still am in my prime!" Neal said, pretending to be offended.

"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, Felicity. What do you do?"

"What do normal teens do? Whatever they do, that's what I don't."

"So, you consider yourself an adult?"

"Something like that," she admitted.

"What's your next plan, Colette Harlem?" he asked teasingly.

"I loved that alias, and now it's burned," she said sadly, "but, my plan is to lay low, just for a bit. You might catch wind of me in a couple of months, though," Felicity said mysteriously.

"If you need my help, call me," Neal said.

"No feds."

"No feds."

"What are you planning to do with your cash?" Neal asked.

Felicity's eyes gleamed, "Invest."


"Art, equipment, aliases, the usual..."

"You're an extraordinary kid, Caidmen."

"Oh, I know," she said with a grin.

A/N: Be ready for another escapade involving Felicity and the White Collar Gang :D