"Adent oldbug, cam I pwease hab nudder dwink of wa'er?"

Anglea looked up from the computer at the little boys sitting on the floor drawing. Agent Burke had been back in his meeting for not more than fifteen minutes and it wouldn't even be close to drawing to an end anytime soon. She'd be happy to relinquish the little tykes back into his care, not that they'd been any trouble, with the exception of the 'bathroom incident' of course! "Sure Neal. Would you like a drink as well Mozzie?"

"Yes please Agent Goldberg. Can I also have a donut?"

Angela laughed as she picked up the intercom, "That's a negative on the donut young man but I'll check if the break room has any cookies on offer."

Mozzie smiled up at the young woman, understanding that a little in the way of good manners and charm went a long way in providing him with endless treats from unsuspecting grown-ups. He listened as the young agent placed the order.

"Hi, Brian. It's Angela up in Agent Burke's office." She waved to the person on the other end of the line sitting down in the bullpen. "Would you be kind enough to bring up two glasses of water for our young guests and if you happen to see any cookies in your travels, I'm sure they'd be appreciated. Thanks Brian." The agent hung up the phone and winked at the boys, "You're order should be here in a minute."

"Tanks Adent oldbug."

"Thank you Agent Goldberg."

"No problem boys." Angela's attention was drawn back to typing up a report on the computer.

"Moz?"

"Yeah?"

"Satch? Oo said you go ged him when adent oldbug wen ta ged me my wa'er."

"Well, that plan didn't work did it?"

"Wha now?"

"How about you come up with something, genius?"

"Oo were da one who weft him in da fiwl woom."

"Like I had a choice. How was I to know Peter would join us? Besides, I thought it was rather brilliant thinking on my part that got us out of that little spot of difficulty. We would have been in a world of trouble if you had blurted out we were building a cubby house with those folders!"

"Da cubby howse was or idea, Moz!"

"Which is why I took the lead of responsibility to get us out of the mess once Peter found us. Now, what's our next course of action to …" Mozzie paused as the door opened and Brian entered with drinks and cookies.

"Tank oo."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The young man turned to Agent Goldberg who was engrossed at the computer, typing up her report in ernest after several interruptions for the morning. "Anything else, Angela?"

"No, thanks anyway Brian."

"Sure, give me a call if there is."

Five minutes later, Angela looked up just in time to see the older boy moving stealthily towards the door. "Where are you going?" Angela had her hand wrapped around the young boy's arm before he made it even half way.

"I'm uh, I'm just going to the bathroom?"

"Nuh, uh young man. Firstly, you've just been and secondly, your dad gave very strict instructions that you were to stay put till he finished his meeting. Now he shouldn't be too much longer." Angela gave a gentle reassuring smile even though she knew very well Peter wouldn't be collecting the kids anytime soon.

Mozzie stared through the glass pane down into the bullpen below. Oh Crap! He watched in horror as his little pup wondered unnoticed between the shelving and the desks. Spinning back with great concern plastered all over his face, he passed on a signal to his young partner in crime.

"Adent oldbug, I fink I gonna be tick."

Angela released Mozzie's arm and spun to face the younger child. "You feel like throwing up?" Neal nodded and Mozzie took another step closer to the door. He put his hand on the knob only to feel a firm hand grasp the back of his shirt. "Hold up a sec tiger! No one is leaving this room."

"But I'm busting!" Mozzie jumped up and down on the spot, making out like he couldn't hold it for a second longer. He really was desperate – just not for the bathroom!

"I don fewl so good." The younger child bent forward holding his tummy.

Angela breathed deeply and took stock of the situation, which was rapidly spiralling out of control. She'd spent four years at QANTICO, for sure she could handle two little tykes. "Okay, listen up boys." Yep, she had her confidence back and was once again in full agent mode. "Mozzie, sit back at the table. If you are really desperate to use the bathroom, I'll call Brian and he can escort you there and back."

No way that was going to work. "Actually Agent Goldberg, I don't think I need to go anymore."

Angela nodded, what a surprise. "Now Neal. If you are going to be sick, you can throw up into this bin." She grabbed Peter's waste paper bin from under his desk and placed it on the ground in front of the youngster.

"Tank oo Adent oldbug. I tarting to fewl be'er."

"Sure Neal. But I'll leave it right here beside you just in case." Angela winked at the younger child as he took a seat back at the table beside Mozzie. Disaster averted, the agent sat back at her computer and began part 36 of her one page report!

"Wha we gonna do now Moz?" the youngest moppet whispered to his brother.

"I don't know kiddo, I'll have to work out another plan."

"Be'er do it qwickwy Moz. Sometink bad is bout ta happen." Neal had also caught site of the wayward pup exploring downstairs.

"Yeah, no kidding! I can see that with my own two eyes squirt." Unfortunately for the delinquent moppet, Agent Goldberg had put a formidable blockade in front of any rescue attempt. Mozzie's brain raced through various rescue scenarios but his mind was having difficulties getting past Neal's words of warning from earlier, 'When Dadda fwinds out, therw be lots of harwm to your butt!'

While those unpleasant thoughts were swirling in his head, Mozzie felt a firm tug and was snapped back to the present only to be aware that his younger brother's face had turned several shades whiter. Neal, standing up slowly and gaping in alarm at something outside the window, forced Mozzie to do the same. As the older boy stood up and followed Neal's line of vision, the source of the younger boy's anxiety came into view, carrying what looked like a very official form in his mouth and leaving a paper trail across the corridor in front of their dad's office. Somehow the pup had made it up the stairs and was now heading in the direction of Peter's meeting!