Bruce recognised Peter Burke the moment he walked into the FBI lobby. However, he knew that he had no reason to recognise Peter so he looked around the FBI as if fascinated by the building.

Peter walked over and introduced himself.

"After my son, Dick, spent some time here and spoke in favour of your CI being free, I thought I would take a look around."

"I'm not sure what that would achieve, but I have been asked to show you around," Peter said. He was nervous and didn't really know how to interact with a billionaire when they weren't the victim or suspect of a crime.

"Thank you, Agent Burke. Can we start with your office? As you can probably guess, White Collar crime is probably the most relevant crime to someone in my position."

Peter nodded. While Bruce's story made sense, he still felt like there was another reason the man was here. He was polite as he asked questions about how everything worked or even just about the posters on the wall.

Peter had not expected to say, "no, you're not able to take the Red Hood's wanted poster home." But here they were. People from Gotham really were interesting. Did they all want posters with their criminals on them? Was it just because it meant the person was well known outside of Gotham?

Bruce was allowed to take a picture of it so he proceeded to spend almost 10 minutes attempting to get a good photo of the poster to send to his family. Peter felt like wanting to tear his hair out. He could be getting work done. Any kind of work. He would take piles of paperwork instead of this.

"And.. send." Bruce smiled at him and Peter tried to smile back but knew it was tense.

"Would you like to meet my team?" Peter said, motioning towards the office.

"Of course!" Bruce went through and introduced himself to all the agents and asked them what they were working on and how they found working for White Collar.

Peter listened to a few answers and realised that they probably needed a refresher on confidentiality. At least it was Bruce Wayne and he was too airheaded to do anything with the information. He probably would forget it the moment he moved onto another agent.

Peter paused as Diana introduced herself to Bruce and Bruce froze for a moment. Like he recognised her or something.

"My father was a diplomat," she responded and Bruce lit up.

"Ah, then you may have had the opportunity to meet my sons!" He pulled out his phone and started swiping through pictures. "See, this is Dick, my eldest. Third adopted though, since I didn't adopt him formally until he was an adult. And this is Cass, my daughter. She is an amazing dancer," he gave Diana a thoughtful look. "You can't date her though. I'm still not ready to let her go." Swiping to the next picture, he announced that was his youngest Damian and how lucky he was to get a shot of his son playing with his many rescued animals. He swiped to the next one, paused and flipped past it. "That was just a picture of Jason and Danny from years back. I don't have any recent ones of Danny."

Diana nodded to show she was interested but gave Peter a pleading look as Bruce frowned at his phone.

Peter looked away. He was not going to involve himself.

"And this is-"

"Thanks for showing me around today, Agent Burke!" Bruce said with a smile and a slap on his back as they walked across the FBI lobby. "Now I'm sure that you have some kind of dinner or something with your wife to get to so I'll quickly get out of your way!"

Peter was tired. There was something about hanging out with Bruce that just drained energy. He couldn't wait for the man to be on his way. Peter did actually have dinner with El planned that night. Neal had asked to have dinner with them since he was back in New York for a few days.

"Hmm, where's Alfred with the car?" Bruce mused as they walked out to the street.

The next few moments were chaos. As if Bruce's words had summoned something a car pulled up and a group of people rushed out from all directions.

Cameras will later show that some of them just hopped out of cars around them.

Peter and Bruce were separated and Bruce was shoved into the car.

Then the area cleared up. Peter was left standing on the footpath, minus one very important person. He called Jones.

"Jones, I don't think we're going home tonight. Bruce Wayne just got kidnapped."

Bruce was in fact; kidnapped. His butler pulled up around 10 minutes later and questioned where he was. White Collar ended up kicking themselves into gear as Agent Rice came up and took over.

Peter pulled out his phone and dialled Neal's number.

"Hey, Peter. What's up?"

"We're going to have to postpone tonight."

"Really? What happened?"

"I had to show a bigwig around the office and he got himself kidnapped so now we have to give statements and help find him."

Silence on the other end. Peter probably shouldn't have even told Neal this much but he had kept names out of it and Agent Rice had given him approval to at least tell Neal and El this much.

"Bruce got himself kidnapped? Seriously?" Peter almost dropped his phone. He hadn't mentioned names so how did Neal know? "I swear if he did this on purpose-"

"Neal?"

Neal's tirade stopped instantly. "Don't worry about it. You better let El know that tonight is off. I'm here for a while so I'm sure we can catch up after this is over."

Peter was left staring at his phone as Neal hung up as soon as he finished his sentence. He had to look at his screen to confirm that the call was over.

His gut was telling him that this was about to get more complicated.

'Complicated' walked into the office in one of Byron's old suits, although Neal was minus the hat and his hair was tussled. It gave him a much younger look as he made his way up to the war room.

"What is Caffrey doing here?" Hughes asked.

Peter sighed and shrugged. "We had dinner plans but they were cancelled because of this. Maybe he thinks he can pull me away." Peter doubted that was Neal's plan, only because he knew who had been taken without Peter saying it. Peter knew Neal was tied up in this and he didn't want to know how.

"Get rid of him, Burke," Rice ordered.

Neal waited for Peter to come out and pulled him aside.

"Neal, you can't be here. I already told you too much."

Neal shook his head. "That's not it. I'm here because," Neal looked around and dropped his voice. "Okay, this might be difficult to believe, but I'm the head of Wayne Security."

Peter recalled Dick saying that Bruce was going to offer that job to Neal. Then he realised what this means. "Dammit Neal. This means that you belong in there."

Neal winced. "Yeah. As the head of Wayne Security, I need to find out what happened and offer our resources to locate my boss."

"I can't believe Bruce Wayne made you the head of the division."

Neal chuckled. "Really? Even after today?"

"That's true. Come on in."

Peter let Neal into the War Room and everyone froze.

"Agent Burke," Rice barked in frustration.

"I'm head of Wayne Security," Neal announced. "So, I think you all owe me an explanation of how you lost my boss and I owe you whatever resources you need to get him back."

Rice shook her head. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I am one of Wayne Security's resources, Agent Rice," Neal said with a smile and a slight bow.

"I'll need someone to confirm it."

"Is Tim Drake-Wayne good enough? I can call him."

Peter felt the urge to sigh again. He wasn't surprised that Neal would now have the co-CEO of Wayne Industries on speed dial but it felt a little too much like Neal being up to his old tricks.

Neal's smile was more tense than it used to be.