Neal Caffrey is a world class theif and forger.
Kara James is a hidden and private celebrity turned FBI agent.
The two meet in unusual circumstances and a story begins.
Orginally set out to be an imagine but took on a life of its own .
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-Several Years later-
-3rd Person-
Scott entered the Kourtney's place where Kris was talking with her daughter and the kids were playing around her.
"Hey Scott, how's it going?" Kris asked smiling at the man as he sat down.
"It's going, yeah. I just got back from New York." he then turned to those that were filming "You're not gonna want to film this bit for legal reason." the nodded and shut it down
"Is it about Kara?" Kourtney wondered "That little..."
"Seriously?" Scott questioned "Your still sore, you played the game and lost. You're still the one in the wrong and she warned you of the consequences . It's not her fault you underestimated her tenacity." Scott defended her
"How is she doing?" Kris questioned "I know she speaks with Kendal and Kylie. And that she sends the kids birthday cards.
"Yeah, she's doing great. She is now working for the White Collar unit in New York. She's actually really happy. It's a little off putting if I'm honest." Scott shrugs
"How bizarre is it that one of the family is actually an FBI Agent. It's just so wild." Kris commented.
"What's wild is the hard work she's put in to not be on the radar as one of the family." Scott whistles
-Kara-
I was sat working at my desk, looking over some files for the side project that Peter was making me to do regarding the music box.
"Kara. Can you come in her a minute." Peter called from his office. I stood and left my desk jogging up the stairs where he was talking with Neal.
"Yeah."
"Neal, told Jennings your a hooker. You and I are having and affair . You're gonna go meet with an escort service." Peter told me
"Okay, anything else?" I answer shrugging it off, normal people would question this but random curveballs are my specialty.
"No." he answers and I give him a nod and walk away.
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I made stepped into the van and there was a lot of wolf whistles as the men saw me in my red dress.
"Get a life you perverts." I retort
"Now that is a dress you can't get on a FBI Salary." Neal comment
"Shut up!" I point to him "You got what I need Boss?"
"I do, here." he handing my my earwig "You got your gun?" I smirk at him
"Always. Let's do this." I leave a look both ways before crossing the street "I love my job." I comment as I walk inside. I stood in the middle of the room and I felt men's eyes on me. I flicked my hair back.
