This story takes place a few years later when Kat and Hale are married, have a mansion in the Hamptons, and have triplets who are six years old.

"A bussiness associate of mine insists seeing our 'glorious house'. Can you play nice, Kitty Kat?"Hale entered the room and dropped his cell phone on to the smooth wood of the kitchen table.

"You better be kidding me. What am I supposed to with these?" Kat gestured toward the walls covered with blue prints, maps, notes on security measures, and whatever else that was needed to successfully case the house of a mafia boss who had two Degas's, courtesy of the Nazis, in his possesion.

"Woah, Kitty Kat, did you really have to change our wall paper when I was out?"

"Yeah, well, you'll be thanking me when we take the paintings without a single trace preventing usfrom being slaughtered to death." Kat crossed her arms.

"Whatever, just put everything in the attic."

"What?!"

"It's not hard,"Hale spoke slowly as is he was explaining something to a small child,"You pull the maps off the walls, and you walk up the stairs... Get it?"

"Okay!"Kat called as she left the room."Just don't blame me if you get killed."

A few hour later...

"That's got to be a Vermeer," Hale's bussiness associate, Henry Davis III said as he pointed to the wallof the hallway,"Nothing else has such beautiful strokes and careful lines. I've got to buy a Vermeer for my wife."

Hale smiled to himself. If only Mr. Davis knew he waxing poetic about the forgery of a six year old... namely his six year old daughter, Helena.

Hale and Henry passed the glass cabinet, where rows of fancy glass work were displayed. There were blue tinted swans and elegant vases and anything else that could be made of glass.

"You must tell me who created that piece."Mr. Davis stood staring in awe at a certain small lilac blossom made of purple and light pink glass. It's leaves twisted and turned around each other and it's petals fell delicately over the leaves.

"My daughter made it." Hale smiled. A sense of fatherly pride filled his chest.

"If you aren't careful with those artist types, they will pursue silly foolisgo things like becoming an artist instead becoming a successful business man or woman and inheriting the family bussiness. But,then again, she is a girl. Just marry her into wealth, and she'll do fine." Mr. Davis cast a consceding glance at Kat, who had appeared at Hale's other as if accusing her of being a gold digger.

Kat narrowed her eyes at Mr. Davis and spoke. "She's six! It's way too early discuss her marriage prospects. As far as I 'm concerned she can marry and become whoever she wants when she's older."