The artist

Neal was in the White-Collar Unit at his desk. Burke can out of his office. He then walks over to Neals desk to motion Neal to fallow him to the conference rom. "This case deals with a book of poems by an unknown poet. It is worth quite a bit. It was found when someone buying a trunk from the Prat family. It was stolen earlier today from the action house." Peter then looks at Neal as he talked. Neal was looking at the copies that was provided to the FBI to make sure they got the write book back to the auction house.

Neal knew who wrote this. He has seen this writing before. He had to call his mother as soon as he could. After the meeting Neal went into the back room so he can call his mother.

Peter watched Neal walk into the back room. He goes back into the conference room. "Can you put the camera in the back room up?" "Yes, sir."

In the back room….

Neal took out his cell phone to call his mother. He puts in the number it started to ring a male British voice came over the phone "Yes, Cornelius ." "Mummy do you remember selling that trunk from when we well going through the vault?" Neal asked his mother. "Yes, what dose that have to do with anything." "The person that we sold it to found one of your poetry books and was selling it at an auction house because it is now worth quite a lot. It has been stolen the FBI was called to deal with the theft." Spike Hummed over the phone. "Thank you for telling me. Find it and give it back the auction house. You know that I write for my one enjoyment. If someone else likes it then great, but it was sold so others enjoy them." Neal listened to his mother talk all the while nodding his head throughout his mother talking. "OK if that is what you want to do." Neal said. "It is. Call me when your case is done. I would love to know what happened. All right Cornelius." "All right Mummy. I will call you. Love you. Bye." "Love you too my little artist. Bye." Neal ended the call and made his way out of the back room, and back in the bull pen to his desk.

In the conference room….

As soon as the camera flicks on. Peter and his team watch as Neal got out his cell phone. Peter turns up so they can hear the other side of the call. The phone rings a few times. When it was answered a male British voice came over the phone "Yes, Cornelius ." "Mummy do you remember selling that trunk from when we well going through the vault?" They heard Neal tell the person on the phone. "Yes, what does that have to do with anything." "The person that we sold it to found one of your poetry books and was selling it at an auction house because it is now worth quite a lot. It has been stolen the FBI was called to deal with the theft." Peter did not know what to think about this man having Neal think that he was his mother. "Thank you for telling me. Find it and give it back the auction house. You know that I write for my one enjoyment. If someone else likes it then great, but it was sold so others enjoy them." The team see Neal nodded a long while the man was talking. "OK if that is what you want to do." Neal said. "It is. Call me when your case is done. I would love to know what happened. All right Cornelius." "All right Mummy. I will call you. Love you. Bye." "Love you too my little artist. Bye." They see Neal making his way out of the back room they turned off the screen in the conference room. Peter sees Neal walking over to his desk looking over the case file that Peter had left there.

End of the case…

Neal was in his apartment sitting on his couch. He was relaxing after finding his mother's poetry book. He could not believe who had stolen the book. It was someone from the Poe family that knew that is had been his mother and wanted to have into remember the man that had been there ancestors best friend. They themselves did not have the money to buy it so they stole it. Simple easy case. He called his mother to tell him what had happened and got a laugh from him. Neal felt he had done a good job in the end. His mother said he did and really that was all that matters to him. His dear mother was proud of him. that makes him a smile on his face even though he was not able to see his mother because of the FBI could not find out about him. Even thought the higher ups knew even the President knew and liked him mother. While he will just have to want a little while to see him Mummy for a few more year. He could not wait.

The end..