Author's note: Sorry that it took so long for an update. I was very sick and I just got back on my feet a few days ago. Thanks for being patient. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warnings: Violence and mild language.

Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar and I am not in anyway associated with it.

After dinner, Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, and June were all in the living room, just chatting, when Neal piped in.

"Hey, Peter. Who was the lady who got murdered that night?" asked Neal and looked at him, grimily.

Peter sighed and looked at Neal. "Are you sure you want to talk about this now?" He asked the outstretched con-man on the couch. Neal nodded back to him and Peter took a deep breathe. "Her name was Alyssa Owens. She was only twenty-three years old. She worked at the café down the street from where she was being chased. She had a clean slate on her record. Her parents had died when she was young. We think it was just a robbery or purse snatching gone wrong. We don't have the case into our hands though. NYPD does." Peter explained.

Neal nodded. "Okay." He said, blankly. He really wanted to change the subject now. He had taken his painkillers an hour ago and he was really starting to feel better already. He stretched his feet out again and lied his head down on the pillow and looked at June and Elizabeth to see that they were staring at him. "What?" He asked.

June shrugged. "Nothing, you just look tired." She said simply. She thought to herself that he must be exhausted after today and then the day and night before. She brushed a hair away from his face.

"Yeah, I am. Can we go home?" He asked and sat up slowly. He was still achy, but he wasn't coughing as much. Maybe only once every fifteen minutes.

June smiled and nodded, "Of course, dear. Could we be excused?" She asked Peter and Elizabeth. They both nodded, said their goodbyes, and they went on their way.

Peter and Elizabeth's home

Peter sat at the table with Elizabeth, reading silently the newspaper. It had been all silent until Elizabeth asked Peter a question that Peter hadn't thought of really.

"Hey, Peter…do you think that the people who killed the young lady will come after Neal?" She asked and when Peter looked up, he saw that her eyes were full with fear and sadness.

Peter smiled slightly at her. "I know you are worried about Neal and all, but he will be fine. They aren't going to come after him. They don't even know who he is." He said and pecked her cheek. "He'll be fine." He said and he noticed her eyes went back to normal.

Elizabeth took a deep breathe and nodded, "You're right. Thanks Peter." She said and smiled and pecked his lips. "I'm heading up to bed. It has been a busy day. When are you coming up?" She asked and got up from her seat.

"I'm going to come up now. I don't have anything to do tonight." He said and they both walked together upstairs. Peter thought about what he had told Elizabeth.

They aren't going to come after him…He'll be fine. If only he would have known that were true.

Neal

Neal was sitting Indian style on his bed and reading a book. He didn't know what the book was, but he had found it on the bookcase when he had moved in, so now was a great opportunity to read it.

He had barely gotten into the book when there was a knocking on his door. "Come in." he said, expecting it to be June at his door. He still had his eyes glued on the bed when he heard the cocking of a gun.

"Get up!" The man had yelled.

Neal's hands started shaking. He nodded and got off the bed slowly. He tried to control the shaking in his hands, but he was terrified. He was already injured and in bad enough shape right now as it was and he didn't need anymore injuries to add to the list.

"Now, Caffrey cut your anklet or I will tell my friend to kill your nice friends upstairs like I did to that one young lady. You should remember, you were there." He snapped and held the gun still to Neal's stomach.

"Leave Samantha and June out of this." He said, grimily. He leaned down and grabbed the scissors that were thrusted at him. He cut his anklet and threw it to the side. He kept his hands in the air and when the gunman had looked around his room and touching one of the vases, he quickly grabbed his phone and shoved it into the pocket of his pajamas.

The gunman nodded, "Come on, let's go. The police'll be 'ere any minute." He grabbed Neal by his hair and dragged him out of the room.

Neal let out a cry and the gunman took the bottom of the gun and hit Neal across the head. Neal's vision blackened and blurred, and then his mind went free of thoughts, and he passed out to unconsciousness.

Peter and Elizabeth…

Peter was woken in the middle of the night by the ringing of a cell phone. He groaned and picked it up immediately. "What?" He snapped and rubbed his forehead and sat up. He had woken Elizabeth up. He sighed.

Jones spoke on the other line, "Sorry to wake you up. Neal cut his anklet. The US Marshall's said it was cut about seven minutes ago." He explained.

Peter looked at his clock. It was 12:13 in the morning and he got out of bed quickly. "Where was he when it was cut?" He asked Jones, dressing quickly, and putting his shoes on.

"June's house. She was already in bed when we called. She didn't even know anyone had left the house." Jones explained.

Peter nodded, "I'll see you there." He said and hung up, grabbing his gun, holster, and jacket and finished dressing quickly.

Elizabeth looked at Peter, "What is going on, Peter?" She asked and rubbed her eyes.

"Neal cut his anklet." He said and kissed her on the lips. "I'm sorry, I had to go." He said and rushed out of the house, leaving Elizabeth heartbroken that Neal had ran from them.

At June's…

June saw Peter pull up along with some other FBI agents she had met a while ago. Lauren Cruz, Diana Barrigan, Clinton Jones, and Peter were all there. She nodded at them.

Peter cursed and walked inside and upstairs to Neal's room quickly. June followed along with the agents. His room was tighty and neat.

Peter looked around. Nothing was packed and he saw the tracker lying across the floor by his bed. He saw the book on Neal's bed. He looked around and saw June. She looked devastated.

Lauren was looking over the bookshelves, seeing if something popped out to her, and was thankful when she called him over. "Hey, boss, look at this. This whole vase is dusty except for a fingerprint." She said and looked at Peter.

Peter nodded at her. "This is good. I know he didn't run. He was too injured to run anyway. Get that fingerprint at forensics." He said.

She nodded and said, "Already done."

Diana and Jones were bagging other things and then Jones said to Peter, "Hey, boss. Neal's phone is missing." He said and looked at Peter with some hope in his eyes.

Author's note: Sorry about the short chapter. I'll try and do better next update. I may be out of town getting surgery this week, so if I don't update fast, apologies.