A/N: And here we have it... the long-awaited Xerox incident. :) I actually didn't realize that this was one of my words until I got here, but I'd referenced an event with a xerox machine previously, so it worked out nicely. Enjoy!

Neal walked back up to Peter's office, silently wishing that they could just find a case and stop sitting around for hours on end.

"I need three copies of this, too," Peter said as Neal set a stack of fresh copies on the desk.

"Really?" Neal asked, a hint of exasperation peeking through his smile. It was the third trip he'd made to the xerox machine that morning.

"Sorry," Peter said half-absently. "But they're all in different places."

"It's okay," Neal said, shaking his head with a pleasant shrug. He took the single sheet of paper from Peter and started back to the copy room. The fact that it was one piece of paper made it feel that much less necessary.

There are worse things than being copy boy for a day, he reminded himself. It was true. But this was still more-than-slightly annoying.

"More copies?" Diana asked sympathetically as he passed.

"Yep," Neal said, waving the oh-so-important sheet of paper impressively.

"I remember those days," she said, nodding, then smirked deviously. "Luckily he has you for that now."

"I still don't get why the clerks don't do it," Neal complained with a slight smile. "I'm beginning to wonder if they're just some sort of myth. I've never seen one of them."

"In time you will learn all," Diana said mystically.

"Thanks," Neal said drily, grinning at her as he made his way to the xerox machine. He set the paper on and punched in the number. As the copy started, he wandered over to the wall of files and picked one up, reading through it boredly. On about page twenty, he realized the copies still hadn't stopped.

He walked back over to the machine and looked in the tray. "Crap." It had plowed through all the papers but a few sheets. The number on the control read 300. "Oh, Peter is just going to love this." He hit the stop button but it had already sucked in the last piece.

With a sigh, he considered his options. He could, A) recycle the papers and pretend nothing had happened, or B) bring them all to Peter.

He decided Peter needed some excitement in his morning.

"What took you so long?" Peter inquired, not looking up. Neal dropped the stack of copies on the desk and Peter started, taking one look at the copy and looking at Neal with confusion.

"Neal?"

"Peter."

"Diana," Diana said as she walked in, holding two mugs of coffee. "Oh, Neal, you've finally emerged." She looked at the desk. "What's with the novel?"

"I was just asking him that," Peter said. He raised an eyebrow at the consultant. "So?"

"So, what? You asked for these, didn't you?"

"No, I asked for three copies. How many is this?"

"Three hundred."

"Caffrey!" Peter rolled his eyes, exasperated. "You didn't even stop to wonder why I would need three hundred copies of one piece of paper?"

"I only do as I'm told," Neal said meekly. Diana let out one small burst of laughter and almost dropped the coffee. Neal took it from her and set it on Peter's desk.

"Whatever," Peter said flatly. Neal was delighted to see him fighting back a grin. The agent picked off three pieces of paper plus the original, hitting the remaining stack with his hand. "You. Recycling bin. Now."

"Yes, sir," Neal said, the humble expression still in place. He picked up the papers with a respectful nod to them both and walked out, closing the door.

He was on the stairs when he heard the muted laughter through the glass. Tossing the papers into the recycle bin, he grinned to himself. Mission accomplished.