So in other words, this is just a oneshot to a song by Paramore. I watched the White Collar marathon on USA earlier this week and recently finished watching the other episodes online and was absolutely addicted. I was just itching to write something to get it out of my system, however small, about this show that would hopefully unblock my writers block. I have a few more, if I remember to post them. And yes, this is the first piece I've written for this show (okay, and in a while). So please forgive if the characters are a little whacky.

This is post the Season One finale.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own White Collar

Never Let This Go - Paramore

Growing up, Neal Caffrey had always wanted an exciting life. He had wanted to see the world. What he hadn't wanted was a nine to five job, working in some crappy office - his whole, entire life wasting away in a cubicle or a drug mart of some kind.

Ironically, that's exactly what he got when he was caught and thrown in prison, and then released into Peter Burke's custody and started working for the FBI - a nine to five job. He had been helping the very people who had locked him up in the first place. Anyone with a sense of humor would find that absolutely hilarious. He had become the person he had never wanted to be.

Now that was ironic.

Sighing, Neal leaned back in his chair. He had next to nothing on who Kate's murderer was, and finding the owner of the music box was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He had been so close to her. He had seen her smile at him through the plane's window, and more easily than ever before he pictured their reunion - spending all the years after that together…

He should have known it was too good to be true.

Tapping the pen on the table - irritated, frustrated, the grief of losing Kate still fresh in his mind, he couldn't think about this anymore. He still could hear the plane exploding - like it happened yesterday, ringing in his ears as sure as his cell phone on the table was.

One sideways glance told him it was Peter.

He ignored it.

Neal was never going to let this go; never going to rest until he found Kate's murderer and the music box.

So much of his life had been centered around Kate - when they had first met, when he was thrown in prison, his desperate, border-lining obsessive (okay it was obsessive) search for her. The one goal in his life was gone; all those years wasted and it didn't even matter now because she was dead - leaving him alone.

Kate had told him once, that they would make it through all of this.

Apparently she hadn't considered the fact she would die. He didn't want to die alone, with no one. With no Kate.

His cell phone rang again.

Again, it was Peter.

Sighing in frustration, Neal picked it up and answered - trying his best at annoyed. "What is it this time?"

"El and I just wanted to invite you to dinner tonight."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows doubtfully, knowing Peter hated having him in his house.

"Okay, El wanted to invite you and coerced me into it. Women… anyways, be at our house at seven," he said, and hung up before Neal could argue.

Well, at least he still had Peter. And El was a great cook.

"Maybe if my heart stops beating,
It won't hurt this much,
And never will I have to answer,
Again to anyone.
Please don't get me wrong,
Because I'll never let this go..."