Okay...random idea popped into my head...here it is! :)

Prologue

~Shawn~

Shawn walked alone on the beach, thinking about nothing and staring at the sand at his feet. The crashing waves drowned out every other sound, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Suddenly, Shawn paused. The ground was coming quickly toward his face, but he could've sworn that he was walking. Why...?

Shawn's shoulder connected with the ground, and he found himself staring at a slimy piece of dark greem seaweed. Then he was looking at the sky.

What was he doing? He felt very lightheaded suddenly, and his thinking was a little foggy. In fact, everything else seemed a little blurred around the edges, too.

Shawn looked down - he didn't know why - and then immediately regretted it when he saw and felt warm red liquid seeping - almost flowing - out of the right side of his torso. As soon as he saw the blood, the pain came, white-hot and searing. The pain was so intense that before he could cry out, he passed out on the sand, blackness filling his vision.

~Neal~

"You know what? I'll walk home." Neal stared angrily at his partner, his expression cold. "Check my anklet if you don't trust me."

"You know what? I will!" Peter exclaimed.

Neal waved a hand at him carelessly as he turned and walked away. "Do it."

As Neal walked down the street, the wind blew in his hair. It was a cloudy day, a little after three in the afternoon, and Peter had yet again accused Neal of conspiring with the criminals they were trying to arrest. And yet again, Neal had no involvement in it. But that didn't matter. Neal had lied to Peter about the treasure...it wouldn't be too hard to lie to him again. At least, that was what Peter thought. In truth, Neal couldn't stomach lying to Peter again - he didn't want Elizabeth in danger again. He didn't want anyone that Peter cared about in danger. And if he kept something from Peter, or lied to him, that could very well happen again.

As Neal walked up the steps to June's house, something suddenly hit the back of his head. Neal crumpled under the blow, stumbling down the two stairs he had already gone up. The last thing he saw was a shining silver medallion necklace, and then he was surrounded in darkness.

Yes, I do recognize that the dialogue in Neal's part was pretty much a mirror image of what they said in Home Invasion, but it just fit so perfectly, and it'll be great for the next chapters...

Anyhoo...review, si'l vous plaît (please)?