Peter adjusted the frightfully heavy box on his hip as he pressed the button to call the elevator down to the basement level car park. Soon after, a collection of bureau personnel began to gather behind him as they also awaited the arrival of the lift. Peter didn't have a free hand to secure his young charges so he went for the next best option, "Mozzie, take Neal's hand please, I don't want him wandering off on the wrong floor."

"Yes sir."

"Would you like help with that box sir?" A junior agent from Peter's division must have realised the older man was struggling with his load.

"No, thank you anyway Harper, but it's not that heavy, just awkward." Truthfully, Peter felt like his hands might just fall off but he summoned all his strength and composure to at least give the appearance to the younger agent that he had the situation well under control.

"Isn't he cute?" Peter heard a couple of the younger female office staff chatting behind him. He assumed they were referring to Neal.

"If you say so, but cute in a comical kind of way," the friend replied in a snotty fashion.

Well that's rather offensive, Peter considered, making a mental note to scratch whoever she was off his Christmas card list.

The elevator arrived, finally, and the small crowd crammed into the confined space.

"Mozzie?"

"Yes sir?"

"You still got Neal's hand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good."

Peter was ever so grateful when the indicator above the door lit up on the number twenty-one. It had been one of the longest trips ever, stopping at every floor – well not every floor but it certainly seemed that way! "Mozzie, you still got Neal?" Peter looked over the top of the box and even though he could see the top of the youngster's head, he felt more reassured by a confirmation.

"Yes sir." Mozzie was certainly being on his best behavior, perhaps he shouldn't be too concerned, This whole crazy situation may work out okay after all.

"Wow Dadda, I fowgot how gweat youw werwk was!" Neal looked around as they followed their dad up to his office.

Peter considered it had been a while since the boys last visit to the Bureau. He'd brought them back here after picking them up for stealing El's purse and collecting them from the little hole in the wall they called home. The events of that particular day seemed like a lifetime ago now.

"So this is where you hang out everyday, Peter? We didn't see that much of it on our last visit."

Probably too freaked, Peter speculated. "Yep, this is where your old man slaves away at the grind stone day in day out to…"

"Good morning Agent Burke," a sweet young intern interrupted Peter at the bottom of the stairs. "Would you like me to bring you up a cup of coffee? I've just turned on the jug."

"Uh, yeah, why not. Thank you Goldberg." Peter didn't need to see his oldest boy's face to know he'd be rolling his eyes.

"You know Peter it's reassuring to learn that an honest days pay is still a viable option for those tireless working minions willing to put in the hard yards."

It was Peter's turn to roll his eyes as he led his little entourage into his office and dumped the heavy packaging box on the side table. Shaking feeling back into his hands he turned to address his boys. Boys?...Neal?...Mozzie?..."Oh you've got to be kidding me!"

Peter stormed out to the balcony overlooking the bullpen and was unable to spot anyone under four feet tall. He resisted the urge to bellow out their names but wasn't past mounting a serious manhunt when he spotted Neal through the glass in the conference room next door. "Neal!"

The little boy jumped when he heard his name shouted in that particular tone. He quickly returned the lazer pointer to its case and rushed back to his father. "Yes Dadda?" He smiled up at the older man with big bright innocent blue eyes.

Peter shook his head, trying not to be swayed. "I told you in the car on the way here, you are to stay in my office, no where else and look, we haven't been here more than two minutes and you're already wandering off."

"I wadent wanering off Dadda, I wa wa'ing forw oo in youw office wike you towld me too." Neal pointed back in the direction of the conference room.

Oh, "No bud, that's not my office, my office is in here…" Peter pointed back through the glass and momentarily startled at the boy on the other side waving back. "Right in here… where your brother is waiting." Peter tightened his lips as he took Neal by the hand and escorted him back into the correct room. He suspected Mozzie had been up to something but time was of the essence and he'd have to just let it slide. He stood Neal beside the older boy and pointed his finger firmly. "Okay you two, listen up. Daddy's got an important meeting this morning in that room next door. I have a number of things I need to set up before my guests arrive so I want you both to keep yourselves busy with the gear you brought in your backpacks. I'll be in and out to check on you but if you want anything at all, you'll just have to wait till I get back. You are not to leave this room under any circumstances, am I clear?"

"Crystal clear sir."

"Yeah Dadda."

Peter nodded thinking the situation was under control, or as good as it was ever going to be.

As their father stepped out of the room, Neal turned to his older brother. "Wherws did oo put him?"

"Next door, there's any empty room with just a desk and chair, looks like it hardly ever gets used. But I will need a box for him. Can't have him sleeping in my backpack all day."

"Wha bout diss box Moz?" Neal tapped the large packaging box Peter had lumped all the way from home.

"Perfect, my young padawan." Mozzie pushed his glasses further up his nose as he processed a brilliant plan. "I'll also need the water bottle out of your backpack."

Ten minutes later as Peter stepped back into his office, his eyes almost popped out of his head and he gasped for air to fill his lungs as he took stock of the dishevelled state of his office and more to the point, his entire box of presentation materials spread across the floor. When he could finally find his voice, he used it for all its worth, "WHAT HAPPENED!"

Mozzie stepped forward using a placating gesture with his hands. "Nothing to worry about Peter. Everything is under control."

"All evidence to the contrary young man! What happened!" Peter didn't even know where to begin.

"Look, it's okay. Neal had a little accident with his water bottle. He had trouble getting the lid off and when he finally did…Whooosh!" Mozzie re-enacted with the scene with his arms, demonstrating the motion of water spraying in all directions. "We saved your stuff, got it out of the box as quickly as we could before the water seeped through. It looks like all your paper work has managed to dodge a bullet."

"Mmmm.." Peter examined the files spread across the floor, Mozzie was correct -they all appeared undamaged by the water, despite the fact that the previously ordered pile was now a jumbled mess. "Yeah, okay. Thanks for handling that so professionally Mozzie, it could have a been a disaster." Peter made an effort to look and sound pleased with the young child even though he still felt like ripping his hair out in frustration. "Where'd you put the box?" Peter looked around the room but couldn't see any remnants of soggy cardboard.

"Oh, we tossed that out into the corridor and someone must have walked by and kindly removed it." Mozzie glared at his younger brother, willing him not to step in and contradict his story.

"Okay…Look I'll just take these files next door and come back to sort something out for you boys." Peter packed up his paper work and notes – the notes he'd be needing in less than…he checked his watch…in less than twenty minutes! He finally conceded he may need some help to watch over his trouble prone youngsters. The agent dashed out of the room accepting that he would have to conscript an unsuspecting intern and as luck would have it, he had the perfect individual in mind.

Neal turned to his brother as soon as they were alone. "Oo jus towld a heap of wies to Dadda."

"Hmmm," Mozzie searched his brain, "Not a heap young one, just one or two little ones. But it was totally necessary to cover our tracks."

"Bu we not upposed to tewl wies, it says so on da wules on da fwidge."

Mozzie shook his head at the naivety of the child. "Oh to be young again! Listen kiddo, sometimes you need to tell a little lie to avoid a whole lot of trouble and if no harm is done then it's not an issue."

"No harwm Moz? When Dadda fwinds out you been wying, therw be wots of harwm to your butt!

"And that's why he'd not going to find out kid. Get with the program and run next door and check on Satch. I'll cover you butt if Peter arrives back before you."

When Peter returned, not more than a handful of seconds after his youngest scampered back into the room, he wasn't alone. The young woman that had offered him a coffee when they'd first arrived accompanied him. "Boys, I'd like you to meet Agent Angela Goldberg."

"Pleased to meet you ma'am." Mozzie held out his hand and smiled sweetly knowing it was always in his best interest to have the hired help on his side.

"Nice you meet you…"

"Mozzie," Peter interjected, "and this is my younger son Neal."

"Hello Neal." Agent Goldberg addressed the little moppet who edged his way further behind his older brother.

Peter sighed, "Neal?"

"Yeah Dadda?"

"Say hello to Agent Goldberg please."

"H'wo."

"Hey Neal." The young woman crouched down beside the youngster and straightened his bow-tie. "I like what you're wearing. I think you look very smart with your trendy hat and tie. And who's this?" Angela indicated the little companion tucked under Neal's arm.

"His name's…"

"Mozzie," Peter interrupted, "give your brother a chance to speak for himself please."

The boy huffed and went back to fiddling with something at the table that Peter had designated for use by the boys.

"I bet he has a cool name." Angela tried again.

"Sunny." Neal finally responded. "It is a coowl name."

"Sure is Neal. I'm looking forward to spending the morning with you and Mozzie and Sunny."

"Great," Peter checked his watch, yet again. "Thank you so much, Gol…Angela." He should probably call her by her first name if he was having her sit with his children for a couple of hours.

"No problem Agent Burke. Good luck with your meeting." Angela could see the first arrivals coming through the outer office door.

"Thanks and please, come and get you if you need me."

"Won't be necessary," she replied with great confidence. Now, not only was Angela a graduate of Qantico but she was top of her class in Predicting the Unforeseen. Clearly, she should have known better!