"Agent Burke." Peter startled upon hearing the whispered, somewhat frantic voice of Agent Goldberg in his ear. Excusing himself from the group gathered around the table, he turned to face the young woman, almost certain that it wouldn't be good news. Raising his eyebrows indicating she now had his undivided attention. "Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt Agent Burke, but I seem to um.. I seem to have lost the boys."

Not good news indeed! Peter's eyebrows rose even higher in his hair line as he tried desperately to school his features before turning back to the suits, bending their ears trying to listen in, curious as to what could be so important as to warrant an interruption. "Ah, please excuse me for a minute ladies and gentlemen, I have an urgent matter to attend to. Agent Jones here," Peter indicated his offsider with a nod of his head, "will continue on with the powerpoint presentation." With a quick nod to Jones, Peter placed his hand on the small of Agent Goldberg's back and guided her out into the hall. Once out of range he asked quietly, "Angela?"

"I'm sorry Agent Burke but I can't find the boys."

Peter took a deep breath, the young woman was clearly very upset and yelling at her wouldn't get anyone anywhere. "Angela, where was the last place you saw them. Obviously at some point they escaped from my office?"

"No, not really. The didn't escape, I escorted them."

Really? Peter wasn't overly impressed with that little admission. He'd been quite clear with his direction of, 'don't let the boys leave the room under any circumstance.' "You escorted them?"

"A-Ah the little one asked if he could go to the bathroom so I escorted him to the men's bathroom. We were almost there when Mozzie appeared from nowhere and said he needed to go too. So I waited outside but when they didn't come out after about five minutes I began to become a bit concerned so I found one of the male agents and asked him to have a look but he came back out and said the men's bathroom was empty and that's when I came and got you, Agent Burke." Angela blurted it all out and only took a breath once her complete side of the story was out in the open.

Peter nodded and began marching towards the hall and down to the men's room. He stood outside and turned to the young woman. "Wait here a second."

Of course Angela was going to wait outside! What did the older man expect her to do, follow him in there? Peter returned a moment later and gave her the two finger point from the door. Apparently he did expect her to follow him in! Already feeling like she was in enough trouble, the young woman walked through the doors of the men's room wondering if every day was going to be as unusual as this one was turning out to be!

Angle tried not to look at the men's urinals, although out of the corner of her eye they didn't appear to be as grotty or smelly as she would have expected. The room was empty - she guessed that would have been why Agent Burke initially had her wait outside. She continued to follow her superior and as she rounded the corner at the end of the narrow room, it all came to light - another entrance! "Ah!, Agent Burke, the boys must have exited through this door!"

"Yes Angela, and I'm guessing you haven't been in this room before and weren't aware it had an alternate entrance?" Peter smiled at the young agent, hoping to ease some of the guilt and nerves she was exhibiting at having lost his two boys. Not that he wasn't worried himself. While the problem may have seemed small to an outsider, Peter knew the implications of losing two young children like Neal and Mozzie in a building with more than a couple of dozen rooms on each of its 40 storeys. The boys could be lost for days – if they wanted to be! Still, it hadn't been Angela's fault and he wanted to make that clear to her before pursing his missing persons investigation.

"No Agent Burke, you are correct. I haven't been in here before and the ladies room has only one entrance."

"Yeah, I actually knew that. Not that I've been in the ladies room but I have to be aware of the semantics of the building as part of my senior administrative role. Now," Peter pushed the door opened revealing a long corridor with a selection of closed doors pitted in each direction, "Here's hoping the boys have made their way into one of these rooms."

"But these rooms are locked and require a key, Agent Burke. The little tykes wouldn't have been able to access these rooms." Angle tried a few of the non-descript doors labelled only with four digit numbers and found them all to be secured.

Peter grinned, not without a hit of pride, "You'd think so wouldn't you." He retrieved his keyring from his pants pocket and selected a master key from amongst the selection. Opening the very first door, opposite the men's room, he stepped inside and was not only immediately rewarded but also immediately horrified. For in the middle of the room, not only were his missing moppets, but dozens upon dozens of red file folders pulled from the shelves and piled up throughout the room. Peter stood eyes wide, mouth agape, totally speechless, the only sound he seemed to be able to make – "Arrrrrrrrrgh!" If he'd been able to, he may have said something more severe, but in addition to being momentarily lost for words, there were women and children present and he was too much of a gentlemen to curse in front of them.

"Oh my!" Angel gasped and placed her hands over her mouth to stop any undesirable words escaping her own lips.

Neal and Mozzie spun at the sound of the voices. "Dadda! Yoo fwound us!" The little guy ran and gave his dad a cuddle.

"See squirt, told you if we waited here Peter would come and get us." Mozzie sauntered over to the older man. "But you sure took your time."

Peter was all confused. "Mozzie what on earth is going on?"

"Well, we followed your rules. We went into the bathroom and when we came out, Agent Goldberg was gone, so we didn't want you being mad with us so we stayed in one spot, just like you told us but there was no room to really wait in the corridor so we came in here to wait."

It did have a certain logic to it. He recalled instructing the boys to stay in one place if they ever 'got lost'. Which had been quite ridiculous at the time instructing two street wise youngsters who'd spent many a day and night wandering the street by themselves, what to do if they got lost in a department store or the likes. Still, as a responsible parent, it was the standard spiel. "Mmm…I see…and while you were in here you thought you'd …." Peter waved his arm in the direction of the 'disaster' lost for words, "destroy" the place."

Mozzie chuckled, "Oh no, we weren't making a mess, we were cleaning it up while we were waiting for you. Someone had mistakenly put all these folders in the wrong order. The numbers were all over the place. Neal and I are fixing it all up for you." The young boy looked up proudly through his spectacles, expecting the gratitude that was rightfully due.

Peter refrained from rolling his eyes. The file folders had been in the correct order, alphabetical order for case names – not numerical for case numbers. Unreal! He stood for a moment, his mouth open but no idea what words he wanted to form.

"Ah… my old friend, I can see you are speechless, rightfully understandable because I know you must find it so hard to believe that we could make all this fantastic progress in such a short time."

Well that's not what I was thinking but anyway, "I'm, uh, glad you remembered what I told you to stay in one place boys, and uh, as for the files…."

"Were mlmost dun dadda." The littlest moppet smiled up at his daddy, also waiting for a thank you.

Peter looked back at the young agent over his shoulder before reluctantly acknowledging the well-intended efforts, despite the inappropriateness of said intentions. "Good work boys. You've both done a fine job and I'm sure everyone here at the White Collar division is very impressed with your efforts."

Neal and Mozzie smiled proudly at each. It had been a fine effort!

"Now, Daddy has to get back to his meeting. I want you two to stay with Agent Goldberg in Daddy's office till I'm finished okay?"

"No problemo, sir."

"Yeah, Dadda."

"Great." Peter let his sons go ahead before whispering in Angela's ear, "Don't let them leave that office no matter what. Tie them down if you have to, handcuff them to my desk, I don't care what you do just please, keep them there."

"Yes sir." Agent Goldberg understood quite clearly and she was going to stick to it if it was the last thing she did. Unfortunately, famous last words and all of that – Agent Goldberg may have been better off if she didn't follow those directions after all!