-Kara-

Aye, Aye, Aye. I freaking loathe that woman. I was sent undercover as a British assistant to help in a case.

"I'm telling you boss the sooner we find who's doing this the better. I have a raging migraine. You owe me a case of beer." Peter laughed on the other end

"You got it Kara." I hung up and opened the door to my apartment. The lights were on and Neal was cooking.

"Welcome home." he grinned

"You broke into my apartment? Neal what the hell?!" I complain

"Look, I heard you were ready to throttle your new boss so I thought, since you were just inside my radius. I would come over and help you relax. It's a surprise."  he held his hands up in defence and I sigh

"I will let you off this one time, Caffrey. One time because i am tired and hungry." i put my things away and kick my heels off. He plated up and we began to converse and drink.

"So you never did tell me the real reason you joined the FBI and don't tell me it was because of TV shows." He pointed at me accusingly

"it's not that big of a deal. honestly." I shrug the readjust my seat "Career day when I was seven. this was before my family became 'reality famous'. One of my friends Dad came in to speak. He worked in Art Crimes and he told us all about how people like yourself copy and sell fake art for lots of money. It was interesting. I put my hand up and i asked if the bad guys only fake art. he told me no and told me the list was seemingly endless on what you could copy and pass of as something else. I was nerd with my head stuck in Scooby Doo and mystery novels. I devoured everything mysterious, newspaper articles, books, TV. I wanted to be just like my friends Dad." I shrugged

"I thought that would hinder things with a reality family like yours." I scoffed "What?"

"Mom and Dad sat me down a year after that career day and told me and my sisters the opportunity the family had been. Oh to say I was pissed."

"I'm trying to imagine and eight year old you being mad." 

"Oh I'm small but mighty. She gave in." he laughed and poured me more wine.

"Okay but I read that article, it said you sued your own Mom, why would you do that?" he wondered

"I was 15 and I wanted it in writing." I grinned "by 15 I was in the public library reading law books. I was bored and I needed to be away from the cameras." I shrugged

"All executive produces which was my Mom, my three older sisters and Ryan seacrest all signed a legal binding document that clearly stated no footage of me was aloud to be realised via the show. I even had my room classed as private property. They filmed a clip of me singing and the aired it. A few months later I was 18, I filed the lawsuit, changed my last name, and by that time I was already accepted into Georgetown, and was moved there when I had to come back for the hearing. I had all the evidence to prove they were in the wrong and the judge made them cough up."

"Ruthless, absolutely ruthless."

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I really should feel bad for out witting Neal and Mozzie, but I just don't. Agent Matthews was now on a flight back to D.C. and the manifest was out of New York. Peter and I walked up the stairs to the conference room and i looked over at Neal who was on the phone.

"Boss. Someone's not a happy bunny." He looked over

"Neal, You coming?" Neal hung up looking at us and I walked on ahead. Peter followed

"I think we missed a calling, giving Neal the run around is actually quite fun." i comment quietly to Peter

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Oh, Oh this was painful to watch. We were on the case of a possible Black Widow, and i watched as other men tried to first with me and then Neal bomb every interview but our suspect. Which was hard for him. Then when it came to the auction, he bombed out horrendously. No one not even Selena wanted to bid for him.

"5,000 dollars" I raised my hand coming in to rescue him. Lucky for me I had money.

"Sold for 5,000 dollars."  Neal came down looking a little defeated. However when Peter came up Selena went 15,00 all in. Well the plan worked

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There was a knock on my door and i opened it Neal stood there holding a bottle of wine

"Thank you for saving me."

"You can thank me by taking me on a date, in the outside world, Caffrey." I let him in

"I promise, once this is done"

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-3rd person-

Mozzie walked in on Neal looking at various menu's.

"Someone seems busy, what is with all the menu's when I know you can make a lady fall with your chicken alfredo." Mozzie wondered

"I promised Kara, a real date, outside. I'm looking for some place that well I can afford. And that's not illegally obtained"

"Ah yes the Lady suit can petrify the simplest of men." he sat down "If you're serious then none of these restaurants will do." he moved them away

"And what would you suggest oh wise one?" Neal questioned raising an eyebrow

"I did my research on her. She traded in chances to be part of a multi million empire to be a suit. I have seen into her apartment, state of the art but modest, in fact i am impressed with her choice in security. Comes from wealth but is not led by the coulor green."

"Okay I get it, nothing fancy." he thought about it "I have and idea."

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Neal opened the door after giving a glance over the apartment and outside. It was decorated in candles. An exasperated Kara was stood there.

"What's wrong Neal? I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on P..." Kara stopped mid sentence "What's going on?" Neal pulled her outside

"Well you wanted a date outside. But I also know you want to keep whatever is going on with us on the down low. So I came up with this." he showed her the picnic he had set up.

"Your favourite Italian with some wine. I also spoke to Jones and peter and they're okay with you taking a time out.

"You are crafty, Caffrey. I gotta admit." but before they could get into their date. Peter had to unintentionally hijack it while Neal and Kara his in the closet.

"Oh this bitch is going down she's eating my pizza." Kara grumbled. Which she soon returned the favour by arresting and handcuffing her.