Jones went around the bullpen letting everyone draw a name from a hat... Neal's hat! "Finally, it's actually useful", he'd said when he picked it up from Neal's desk. Neal had protested in vain, hence all the agents were now sticking their hands into his precious fedora drawing a name for the "Secret Santa" game.

After a few minutes Jones came back to Neal, holding the hat out: "You and me left, Caffrey - you wanna go first?"

Neal looked at the two pieces of paper left in his fedora, picked up one, put on his most charming smile and said: "Now, you can put your hand in there as well, so I can wear my hat when going home and getting the sweat of all of your hands into my hair. That'll make it easy for the one buying me a gift: I need an extra strong shampoo for greasy hair!"

Jones took the last piece of paper and left the hat on the desk while Neal could hear giggling all around him. He opened the roughly folded paper in his hand and read the name: "Clinton Jones" ... Oh, the sweet taste of revenge!