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Summary: Summary: While working on a case involving a child trafficker, Peter gets an unexpected surprise on his door step. The adventures of our favourite little con as a child! :)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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A tiny mop of messy wet brown curls peeped out from one of the sides of the white wooden table. Neal had managed to escape both Burke's arms, and climb into the white wicker chair. Unfortunately for the boy, he was too small to reach the table top.

Peter noticed this and laughed. "Come here buddy, you can sit on me." He gestured to himself.

The hair disappeared, followed by the sound of little sock clad footsteps dashing towards him. Soon Peter was hit by a tiny mass of little boy, which he scooped up, and placed on his lap.

"Alright, bud! Do you want syrup on your pancakes?" He asked, reaching for the bottle shaped like a woman.

Neal nodded. Peter deposited a generous helping on the oddly shaped, chocolate chip filled pancakes. He sliced them into child sized portions, and stabbed a piece with his fork, sliding it gently into Neal's open mouth. The little boy chewed and swallowed. He clapped his hands happily, and waited for more.

Elle had disappeared to the store to find Neal some more clothing and other baby supplies such as diapers. She was due back any minute, and he was hoping that she would be able to find him a non-breakfast contaminated suit.

Once the pancakes were eaten, and the dishes cleared and washed, Peter received a call from his "Probie" Diana. He flicked open his phone and pressed send.

"Boss, we got a break through on the case. Jones found a hit on one of Josef Atlin's aliases. Apparently he made a substantial purchase a few hours ago, using the name Fray La Fence.*"

Peter drained the last dregs of coffee from his mug, and shifted Neal to his other hip. "We will be there in a bit."

"Wait. Is Neal with you?" Diana questioned.

Peter smiled to himself. "Yeah, he got himself into a bit of trouble." He gave a laugh, and hung up the phone.

He looked at Neal, who was smiling as he fiddled with Peter's oversized tee-shirt that hung from his body. It said: Federal Bureau of Investigation encircled by the Bureau's insignia. Peter smiled at the irony.

"That was Diana, we caught a break on the case, one of Atlin's aliases" He mumbled, forgetting for a moment that he was no longer speaking to his 32 year old criminal constant.

Neal's eyes went cloudy with tears at that name. He buried his face into Peter's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, its okay. We are going to catch this guy okay? No need to worry." He said rubbing the kid's back reassuringly.

"Do you want to see Diana?" He asked, knowing that Neal would most likely want to.

"Di-anna?" He asked, picking his head up.

"Because I am sure she wants to see you." He said, offering a smile.

Neal dropped from Peter's grasp, and padded towards the stairs. He grabbed hold of the banister, and hoisted himself up.

"Ok-ay Pe-er. Let's go!" He said, using his hands to climb the stairs.

At that precise moment, Elle barged through the door, arms full of plastic bags. Her hair was messy, but her face was lit up with excitement.

"You have to see what I found!" She cried, dropping the sacks to the floor. She rummaged through one of them before pulling out something that forced Peter to laugh.

A tiny child sized fedora.

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Peter and Neal came down the stairs slowly; tiny hand enclosed in a larger, more protective one. Neal had on a black suit, and his ocean blue tie. In his left arm he held a stuffed lab, which he named Satch-a-mo. On his damp brown hair sat a black fedora, which he constantly took off to admire before repositioning it on his head. Peter had on a light grey suit with a navy tie. Both men looked professional and ready to work at the FBI.

Once Peter correctly fastened Neal into his car seat after what seemed like a million tries, the pair were off to catch bad guys. Neal enjoyed trying to sing along to the various songs on the radio. He had a relatively good voice for a small child. He liked to move the stuffed dogs arms in time to the music, which made Peter laugh. As they walked into the bureau, he said hello to almost everyone he passed, squealing happily when they replied back to him.

Once they stepped passed the sliding doors, Neal had become fascinated with the "shiny lights" in the bureau elevator, and proceeded to run his hands all over them multiple times, illuminating each floor, and earning numerous groans and giggles from the passengers. After what seemed like an hour, the two finally landed on their floor, and approached and entered through the glass doors, Neal in Peter's arms.

Almost immediately he was approached by Diana, heels scuffing against the carpeted floor as she dutifully brought Peter a file. Her brown eyes widened in surprise as she took in the small child in her bosses arms.

"Boss, why do you have a kid?" She questioned, blinking a few times to ensure that she wasn't seeing things. .

Neal reached out his arms towards Diana. "Hi Di-anna! I Ne-el!" He said loudly, and with enthusiasm.

Diana's mouth dropped open, and she looked at Peter.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" She asked.

"No, it is really Neal. Somehow, I think that Atlin is connected to him being this way." He said, his face contorting into what his life liked to call, "Peter Burke's thinking face"

"How old his he?" She questioned.

Peter shrugged. "I don't know. Probably two or three."

"And you are sure this could be Atlin." She asked.

"Who else it would be?" Peter said, with a bit of edge in his tone.

"How did he find you?" She asked.

"I don't now. He was on my porch this morning. He doesn't remember how he got there." He said, running his free hand over his face.

Neal's arms were still outstretched, calmly waiting for Diana to get the message. Diana seemed confused by him, trying to comprehend what was happening.

Finally she got the message when Neal launched himself to Diana. She caught him and begin to sway awkwardly from side from side on her hip. She became more comfortable, and confident with the child with each movement, she began bouncing him up and down. Both of them were smiling.

Peter was sad to interrupt them, but felt it was necessary. "I'll grab Jones. Bring Neal and the files to the conference room in 5. I grab a couple coffees."

Neal took his hat and put it on Diana. "Now you have the hat you li-ked!" He said, happily.

Diana laughed, her face lightening up.

Neal Caffrey, kid charmer extraordinaire. He laughed, shaking his head as he walked away.

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*If you can guess what this is... well I am not sure what I can get you. So you will get the feeling of doing something fun.

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