So I'm back? I guess so. I like white collar a lot and I like matt bomer a lot so I thought I would start writing for this. I doubt this will be updated often seeing as I'm extremely busy with soccer and school. Reviews will sure help though!

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Summary: Neal's little sister, Amelia, dies and leaves behind her 3-year-old daughter. Since Neal is the only family left, he becomes the legal guardian of Lena Caffrey. How will Neal handle the situation?

Chapter One

Neal POV

The sun rose outside my window and the smell of Italian Roast filtered its way into my bedroom. I turned over on my side and saw the time. 6:00, I groaned. Peter will be here soon, I thought. Lazily, I got out of bed and made my way to the balcony. I saw breakfast set up outside and a mug filled with the best coffee in the world. June does too much.

I stayed outside for a while just listening to the sounds of New York and breathing in the morning air. I waited until 6:30 to start getting ready for work. I pulled on a classic rat pack and of course the fedora. I walked downstairs and said hello to June.

"Neal, my dear!" She gushed as she came over to fix my tie and suit.

"Hello June," I laughed as I took her hands to stop her fussing. "June do I look that bad today?"

"No, no. I just want you to look your best for work." She laughed. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door just as Peter pulled up.

"Good morning Peter!"

"Just get in Neal," Peter sighed.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or did Elizabeth make you sleep on the couch?" I rambled. "What'd you do now Peter?"

"Neal everything was fine until I saw you this morning." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Ooh ouch. I'm hurt," I said, holding my heart in pretend agony. We rode the rest of the way in silence.

We walked in the FBI building and I winked at the cute receptionist. She blushed and smiled. Peter just rolled his eyes and pulled me into the elevator. We got inside the White Collar Unit to find it in a hustle and bustle.

"Woah! What's going on here?" I asked in confusion. Diana ran up to us and handed Peter a file.

"We got a new case boss. The hope diamond was recently taken from the Smithsonian Museum." She said.

"The Smithsonian? Isn't that a little out of our way?" I asked.

"With a diamond this expensive it doesn't matter how far away it is." Peter explained. "Conference room!" He shouted to everyone.

Once we were all piled in the room Peter pulled up the photo of the Hope Diamond.

"Neal, enlighten us?" Peter asked.

"My pleasure," I smiled and took my feet off the table. "The Hope Diamond is worth about $350 million and is 45.52 carat. It is a little violet or bluish diamond and is famous for carrying a curse."

"A curse?" Jones asked, confused.

"The hope diamond was originally found in India but was stolen from an Indian Idol and was then became cursed apparently. The smuggler who brought the stone to France was killed by mad dogs and then later on the banker Henry Hope bought the stone and lost his fortune."

"So? Those could be just coincidences?" Diana said.

"I never said I believed in it. That's just common knowledge." I said and then stuck my tongue out at Diana. She just rolled her eyes and laughed.

"If we're done being 8 year olds…" Peter started with an eyebrow raised.

"Do we have any suspects?" Jones asked, pen and paper in hand.

"We believe this man," a picture of a middle aged man with a scar running down his left cheek. "His name is Darren McCulley. He has been suspected to be involved in a multitude of other jewelry heists but we have never had any solid evidence on him. This is definitely his style though." Peter said.

"So what's the plan?" I asked, leaning my elbows on my knees.

"Hopefully we will be able to send you in and-"before he could finish Hughes walked in with a phone.

"Excuse me but I must speak with you Mr. Caffrey," He said looking directly at me.

"Um…okay," I responded. While I got up Peter gave me a questioning look but I just shrugged. "I don't know what this is about either Petey," I whispered to him. He nodded and turned back to the room.

"So, what's this about?"

"Neal, I don't like having to say this but…." Hughes started.

"But? Come on Hughes spit it out!" We were sitting in his office and it was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

"I just received a phone call from Red Heart Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland."

"What?" My heart stopped. No, no, no! "I-what?"

"Your sister has been in a hit and run car accident. I'm sorry Neal but….she's gone." Hughes whispered solemnly.

"No, no, no, NO NO NO!" I started shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't help but thinking about my sister. Amelia, not my Amelia. Too young, too good.

"Neal, she left behind her daughter…."

"Lena? My Leeny is alright? Oh thank god." I cried putting my head in my hands. "But, what's going to happen to her?"

"That's the main thing I wanted to talk to you about Neal." Hughes spoke quietly and diligently. "Lena Caffrey has no other family but you. Both her father and mother are dead, so therefore the next step is you."

"What?" I whispered.

"Neal, as of right now you are the official guardian of Lena Marie Caffrey." Hughes said, making my whole world crash around me in an instant.

Sorry if that was a weird ending. I'll try and update as soon as I can but reviews will definitely make it go quicker. Sorry for abandoning my other stories. I still love you all!

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