Whoo! My second White Collar solo fic (non-crossover)! Now…a few things. I can't decide if I want Neal to be with an OC or with Sara, so I'm going to have him be with an OC first to test the waters. Also, this story's gonna be LOOOONNNGGG! The third thing is that Neal will eventually return to New York, and his family life explodes for lack of a better term. Let me know if it's too contrived or cheesy.

Also, I do not know French very well, so, most of the French phrases come from Google Translate.

I do not own White Collar. It belongs (belonged?) to USA Network.

The sun shone through the windows onto a sleeping couple in bed. The Eiffel Tower was barely visible outside the large window. The man stretched, muffled a yawn, and carefully got out of bed without waking the woman up. Quietly, he pulled on some sweats and a wife beater, and headed to the living room. He put a record on a record player on a side table. As the French dub of Petula Clark's "Downtown" started playing, the man looked into the mirror hanging over the side table. A year ago, he would have looked tired, slightly depressed, and anxious. Today, however, he looked content, well-rested, and happy. Happier than he'd been in a long time. He smiled, bobbed his head to the music, and danced into the kitchen to make breakfast. He prepared blueberry pancakes, bacon, croissants, and orange juice and set them on the table.

"You made breakfast?"

The man looked up to see the woman leaning against the doorway, arms folded, and smiling in surprise. He chuckled and smiled. "You're surprised?"

"A little." The woman shrugged, walked up to him, and put her arms around his neck. "But, I figured you would want to celebrate the one-year anniversary of your arrival in Paris."

"You know me too well, Juliet." The man chuckled and kissed her. He then moved away to feel her stomach. "How's Victor Jr doing?"

Juliet chuckled and put her hands over his. "Now, Monsieur Moreau, you do know it's a girl, right?"

"Ohhh, come on. We both know it's a boy." Victor teased. "Let's eat."

Juliet sat down. "Mm. This looks good."

"Hey, only the best for my girlfriend and unborn son." Victor smiled. Juliet raised an eyebrow. "Or daughter. That's fine, too."

"I can't believe we're going to be parents in six months!" Juliet squealed. "This is all happening so fast."

Victor was about to respond when he received a text message. He read it, then put his phone back on the table. "Sorry. That was work."

"You know, if it's another girl, you can just say so." Juliet half-teased.

"I can only wrap my mind around one woman at a time." Victor replied. "But I appreciate the permission."

They chuckled. "So, how go the security upgrades at the Louvre?"

"Couldn't be better. I should be running that place by next year." Victor half-joked.

Juliet laughed. "Well, we would be making more money to provide for little Philippe or Jocelyn. I can't decide."

"Well, we have six months."

XXX

"We set up motion sensor alarms in every doorway in this museum." Andre DuPres, the Louvre Museum manager said to the board in French. "Thanks to our new security consultant, Victor Moreau, we were able to implement security cameras throughout the campus. The Louvre is now the most guarded museum in all of France." Andre smiled and gestured to Victor, who smiled and nodded at the applause he was given. Andre continued. "And that is why…" He pulled out a badge. "We have decided to make him our new head of security."

Victor was surprised. "Really? Oh, no, surely there isn't someone with more experience who earned it?"

"Oh, no, no, no, my friend. There is no one who deserves it more." Andre assured him.

Victor stood up to accept the badge and to shake Andre's hand. "Well, then I'm honored. I promise, I won't let you down."

XXX

"Head of security? That's quite an accomplishment in just under a year."

It was now night time. Victor and Juliet sat on a blanket at the Champ de Mars park by the Eiffel Tower. Since that day was Bastille Day, fireworks are to be exploded in the sky. Many people were crowded on the lawn of the park on picnic blankets. Victor smiled.

"I guess I'm just that awesome." He grinned.

Juliet giggled. "You are." She wrapped her arm around his torso and lay her head against his chest. She sighed contently. "This night is already perfect."

"Hmmmm. I don't know." Victor said, tilting his head to the side. "I feel there's something missing."

"Really? What?" Juliet asked. She followed his gaze to the sky. Fireworks started going off. After a few minutes, the words "Juliet, will you marry me" appeared in the sky. Juliet gasped and stood up. "Is that…por moi?" She turned to see her boyfriend holding open a small box with a ring in it.

"Juliet…you see me for who I am." Victor said. "You don't judge me, you don't ask about my past. We trust each other completely, and that's the most important thing in the world to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you….and our child."

Juliet swallowed down a lump of emotion in her throat. "Oui. Oui, I will marry you!" She laughed in happiness and hugged and kissed Victor as everyone around them cheered.

'Oh, I could stay like this forever.' Victor thought.

However, there was one little thing he forgot to count on.

XXX

The next day was Victor's first official day as Head of Security. After setting up his office, he got a call to meet the assistant manager of the Louvre in the main lobby. As he walked down the stairs, he slowed down in shock as he recognized an old friend of his.

The assistant Manager Jean Aubert turned to him. "Ah, there he is. Monsieur Moreau, this is FBI agent Peter Burke. He has information about a possible threat to the museaum."

Victor put on a smile. "Nice to meet you, Agent Burke. Why don't we take this up to my office? It's just upstairs."

Peter nodded and followed Victor. Once inside the office, Peter sighed. "I don't know whether or not to hug you or punch you."

Victor chuckled. "I'm sorry I worried everyone. But it was the only way to make sure you'd be safe from the Panthers."

Peter nodded. Then he smiled. "It's good to see you again, Neal."

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