-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.

"You must be Rachel." I turn hearing someone use my identity to see a man smirking as I take the few steps over to him "Roger Barrow. A friend of mine suggested that you and i can do some business."

"Depending on the business." I flash him a smile which he returned

"The word is that you're in bed with a fed. Some people I know are interested in him. I would like to know more about your FBI friend. What do you want?" he replied

"What do you think?" I wondered back

"Money. Look around. My girls make 10k a night. The richest men in new York come here. You wanna work for me you'll make in a week what you'll normally make in a year."

"I'd like that."

"Here's the thing. I need to know that I can trust you. And I need to make sure you know what you're doing. This is for the penthouse suit. Pick any guy at the bar. I want his 10 grand in my hand by four am." he handed me a key card

"Ten thousand cash, you got it." he walked away and I turned around "We have a slight hitch. I was not prepared for an audition. In fact it's quite insulting. Now either I walk or I play." I walk over to the bar. I saw I guy clock me but before he could do or say anything. Neal stood out in front of me.

"Can i buy you a drink?" I held back a laugh as he sat himself down and I leaned against the bar.

"Are you sure you can afford me?" I joke back.

"I'm pretty good at scrounging up loose change." he smirked

"Funny, prove it." he stood and slipped his arm around my waist and leaned in close to my ear.

"Peter, if you're wondering where to get 10,000, meet our mutual friend at my place." he stated into my ear piece "Now, about that drink." He ordered one and sat back down.

"Are you sure Barrow won't recognise you?" I ask making Neal look back

"Jennings keeps him far away from the Campaign." Neal answered

"I don't blame him."

"You know if I didn't know any better. I'd say you weren't attracted to me at all" he comments. I sigh and smile taking a seat on his lap and wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

"Better?"

"Much. Is this doing anything for you?" he wonders

"No, I think it's the jail time I've known you've done, it's a real...party pooper." he laughed lowly holding onto my waist.

"What would you have done if I hadn't have come in?" he inquires

"Well, I would have put this strawberry in that guys mouth..." I start as i fead him a strawberry "Taken him up to my room, put my gun between his ribs just as he thinks he was getting lucky and told him to shut up sit tight or I'd arrest him for solicitation."

"That is really sexy." he clears his throat

"Humm."

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We fake laugh as we enter the suit and the I stop breaking away and brining my long dark locks to one side

"Okay." I breath. Neal walks past me and land on the sofa

"Room service." I look at him like he's crazy "What? I'm keeping up appearances. I'm supposed to be a big spender."

"Caffrey, you know that's not why we're here." I fold my arms

"We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves. I'd say this is exactly what we're here for. What so that's a no to the Champagne bath."

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Bathrobes and talking with Neal Caffrey is what was happening. And a moment of relaxation

"Okay you're right it doesn't hurt to relax a bit." I say As the two of us laid on the bed together. He turned onto his back.

"I wonder how many rooms like this I've stayed in" Neal wonders

"Want to know a hotel room secret?" I question

"Pretty sure I know every secret there is" he replied turning his head to face me

"All hotel rooms art are locked onto the wall right?"

"Sure. I mean they're not hard to unlock but why bother. Paintings aren't worth stealing and the hotel doesn't put safes behind them." he replied

"That true but there is something much better." I jump out of be and grab a knife looking at the bottom of the paintings "There is a little mark right here, so you know somethings there. Normally it's for people who live in and out of hotels. A secret art if you will to make living in places like these more bearable." I unscrewed and lifted of the painting to reveal another. Neal joined me

"How did you know about these?"

"Ever summer till I was sixteen I was dragged around form location to location while my family worked on various projects. Being from a well known family has it's downside if you're planning to join the FBI so I kept myself hold up in rooms just like these." I admitted

"Your from a famous family? Who?" he questioned but I wasn't about to lt on or talk so easily about my past.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" I folded my arms

"Socialites and celebrates, famous people in general don't know how to field strip a semiautomatic?" Okay I had to give him that one.

"My watcher taught it to me, she drew this portrait and then hid it." I smiled sadly

"What?"

"She had a aneurism when I was 12. One minute she's keeping me occupied, teaching me how to play poker the next..." i trailed off sitting back down on the bed

"You saw the whole thing."

"I called the ambulance." I nodded and it was quiet for a moment.

"My first date with Kate we conned our way into some rich guys's hotel room. And we ordered the most expensive food they had. Did you know there is a thousand dollar hamburger?"

"Your joking." I scoff

"We ordered five. And from our window there was this view of a run down old bridge. I'm sure it was a mess up close. But from our angle, the way the sun hit it...it was beautiful. And we never wanted to leave that room. it should have been me on that plane."

"But it wasn't. I know you blame yourself for what happen to Kate. I blame myself for Ruth. But she wouldn't have wanted me to do that because it was a one in a million chance. I didn't know Kate but I would guess she would want you to move on. Now have you got a pencil?"

"I do, why?"

"Because there is a painting in this room with nothing behind it." I smile broadly

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"You're lying to me." Neal and I were sat face to face with each other.

"I'm not. I swear I'm not" I deny

"There is no way Peter had a moustache." I started laughing

"For an month it was the best thing ever." I nodded

"I would have broken out of prison to see that.." We head the door beep and my smile dropped

"Barrow has a key." I breathed then pushed Neal on the bed and kissed him which he returned.

"You know I would say get a room but..." I sat up, and sighed Neal's friend

"What if he works for Barrow?" Neal stated and I shoved him back down and detailed myself from him properly.

"I know who he is." his friend Mozzie, lifted up the lid revealing the 10,000

"You're a star." I got off the bed grabbing the cash and going to get dressed. We both headed back downstairs and Neal left as I handed over the money

"So when do we start making some real money." I ask with a small sultry smirk.

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Barrow called back and I was supposed to be meeting him back in the penthouse. I stopped at the door.

"Here we go." i mutter and using the key card I entered. Barrow was sat there with a gun. Again I should feel scared but I love this job.

"Move away from the door." I walk further in. This was some kind of trap, my adrenaline was kicking in.

"What's going on?"

"Just sit down and you won't get hurt. I promise."

"You're lying." my hand brushed against where my gun was holstered

"I'm not. We're just going to have a chat." he replied

"You know you're threatening an undercover FBI Agent." I stood taller

"That's even more of a reason to shoot."

"Put the gun down and you'll walk out of here. Draw and I'll put a bullet in your shoulder." I warn

"Really?" I nod and there is a small battle of wills. I see him trying to sneakily move for the gun and I dropped and dragged my gun firing one into his shoulder. He groaned falling to the floor. I kicked the gun out of the way and held him down with my foot. Just as the door opened and everyone came in.

"You were worried. That's sweet." I coo at them

"More for the other guy" Peter replied which made me pout them shrug.

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I strolled back into the office and handed Neal the file that would make his day. He opened it just as the boss joined us.

"Peter how could you keep it from me?" Neal asked and Boss glanced at me I shrugged

"He needed to know."

"Neal..."

"I thought it would be more Magnum P.I. Not Super Mario." he showed the picture with his moustache and I started laughing

"I burned all of those." We started joking around as Neal went and showed the others

"That is for having to flirt with Caffrey." I grin

"Fair enough." he shrugged it off as Neal continued to make fun of the picture and pretending he was Super Mario.

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I knocked on Caffrey's door and waited, a few moments later he opened it

"Kara, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He questioned and I lifted up the takeout bags with burgers in

"I know they're not a thousand dollars but I figured I owed you one for saving my ass that I didn't have to pick up some random guy." he laughed and let me in. We sat down at the table

"So, I have to ask, cause you got me curious. Who's your famous family?" he wondered as we started eating the burgers.

"Google it." I shrug he looked at me confused "Go ahead, it's that simple. Kara James in google, the first article you see." he grabbed his phone and did so.

"Kardashian/Jenner family? I heard of them...wait you sued your own family, ouch." I shrugged eating a fry.

"They sold me out so I returned the favour." I reply