Author's note: A new Chuck and White Collar Crossover!

Summary: Chuck's content. He has Sarah, they have their dream house and a baby on the way. Their spy work is perfectly balanced with their normal lives. He really didn't expect Bryce Larkin to come back into their lives; he's supposed to be dead!

Neal never intended for his life as an FBI 'criminal informant' to cross paths with his spy one. But, while on a regular case, Peter downloads a copy of the Intersect and suddenly; they collide.

This takes place after the Chuck series finale and during Season 4 of White Collar. For White Collar, this story takes place after "Parting Shots" but without Ellen's death (Sam stopped contacting her).

The timelines of neither stories should be affected as Bryce's death in season 2 takes place while Neal was supposed to be incarcerated (the 'hows' and 'whys' will be explained in the story, I hope).

I think I've explained everything I need to (reviews and questions welcome!)...on with the story!

Prologue

A two story house with a white picket fence. Inside, a man lived with his wife. A completely normal-appearing life, for a not-so-normal couple.

Chuck Bartowski sighed happily as he rubbed his wife's bulging belly.

"Hi baby," he said in a giddy voice, "I'm Chuck, your daddy."

His wife, Sarah Bartowski, let out a squeal as he tickled a sensitive spot. It had taken a while for everything to return to normal after Quinn tried to split them up in his quest for a faultless Intersect. They had both been working with the CIA while trying to revive Carmichael Industries; and trying for a baby at the same time.

Their friends; the ones that knew about the spy stuff, thought that they were taking on too much. Chuck would tell them that they were in no hurry to get Carmichael Industries off the ground; they still turned a profit from the Buy More, and they were intent on doing it right this time. Which meant that they had to learn more about the business side of the freelance spy industry as well as make contacts.

"I can't wait to teach this little guy how to fire his first gun," Sarah cooed. Chuck playfully glared at her and she smiled back. They had already talked about this. Sarah would be teaching the kid to shoot but they would only get to use traq guns for protection. She didn't want their child killing people any more than Chuck did.

The doorbell rang and Chuck jumped up to answer it before Sarah could.

"Stay there," he reminded her, "it's probably Morgan with more baby stuff."

"I'm not completely invalid!" Sarah bellowed as he walked out of the lounge and towards the front door. "And you're not to accept any more costumes! I don't care what Morgan thinks, you're not taking a newborn to comic-con!"

Chuck chucked as he opened the door. It took a moment for him to register the person standing there and then another moment for him to react as the Intersect; the computer in his head, flashed the information through his brain and confirm the identity of the person standing there.

"Bryce?"

Bryce's limp raven hair lay flat and his blue eyes were stark against his black clothing. Despite how pale he seemed, he was still looking good for a dead guy.

"Hey Chuck. Can I come in?"

Chapter 1

Neal Caffrey. To the world, he was a master forger, thief and conman. Behind the scenes, he was actually a non-active CIA agent who passed FBI information to the CIA. His was a special case as he only reported to General Beckman herself; the head of both the CIA and the NSA. She was the only person; aside from select medical agents who weren't told of his identity, to know that he was still alive.

But, he tried not to think about that. He was Neal Caffrey and had put Bryce Larkin behind him years ago. Until now.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Neal said, looking away from the startlingly white room and at Special Agent Peter Burke of the FBI.

Peter looked at him suspiciously. It wasn't the 'what have you done now?' look but the 'are you okay?' look he was receiving. Neal thought he should have been grateful that Peter didn't think he was connected to this in any way but, he didn't want him knowing that he had been thrown off by the presence of a mere white room.

"I asked if you had any idea what he might have been doing with this." Peter motioned at the room, specifically at the old-looking computer terminal in the centre.

"No idea," Neal responded with a nonchalant shrug. "I do forgeries, not computers." At least, as far as the FBI was concerned.

Peter didn't look convinced.

"Since we caught Micah with the stolen painting, want to go get a coffee?" Neal asked, pointing his black fedora hat towards the exit of Micah's apartment. "Something good and not the office mud."

Peter was still staring. It was a few nerve-raking moments before he sighed.

"Go see if Diana and Jones are finished here," he said, "I'll join you outside."

Neal hesitated. It was a tell.

"Go," Peter ordered with a wave of his hand.

Neal moved towards the door rather reluctantly and Peter watched him every step of the way. Outside, Neal would curse himself for giving away such obvious tells but, he couldn't help it. He knew what that computer terminal was but he couldn't give away sensitive information to the FBI. And it went against every fibre of his being, leaving Peter alone with it.

Meanwhile, Peter was now staring at the computer terminal. He walked into the room and wondered just what it was about this room that seemed to throw Neal off. Neal wasn't technophobic but he had been reluctant to leave Peter here. That meant that it was possibly dangerous and he didn't want Peter investigating it.

The terminal was an old-looking computer and the screen was completely black, except for white words in the centre: 'Begin Program Y/N'.

Peter pressed the Y-key.

Peter was taking too long. With every minute that passed, Neal was getting more and more restless. He twirled his hat in his hands, trying to erase the memory of that room and all rooms like it from his head.

"Okay, we're done here," Jones announced and Neal breathed a sigh of relief. "I wouldn't be too quick to head home, the paperwork still needs to be done."

"Reports to be filed and then back to good-old mortgage fraud," Diana joked with a smile.

Neal let out a playful groan. However, compared to potential Intersect computers, Neal would take mortgage fraud any day.

"I'll get Peter then," he said, walking back into the apartment building. He didn't find Peter on the way there, or in the living area of Micah's apartment.

"Peter?" he called out, swallowing against his fear. He had see the reports of what happened to people who downloaded an Intersect without having the ability to absorb vast amounts of visual information. Right now, he wished he hadn't.

The door to the possible Intersect room was open and Peter was lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Peter!" Please let him be unconscious, Neal prayed as he bolted to his partner's side. He placed his hand on his neck and sighed with relief as he felt a pulse. "Peter!"

Peter came back slowly, holding his head like it was in pain.

"Neal? What happened?"

When Peter looked towards him, Neal froze. But the only recognition in Peter's eyes was that of his partner. Neal was glad that he had changed enough that this Intersect couldn't identify him.

"Neal?" Peter questioned again and Neal distantly wondered just what his expression told. His mask had slipped and he was too shaken to fix it.

Peter had an Intersect. An Intersect. Neal knew that this couldn't end well. He wouldn't be able to protect Peter the way he had protected Chuck.

"I, I found you unconscious on the floor," he said, taking a calming breath. "You scared me."

Peter gave him a slap on the back as he stood up.

"I'm fine. Cowboy up, Neal," he responded, cheerily, "and don't tell El about this."

Neal shook his head and proceeded to tease Peter about his wife.