*bows head in shame* I am very sorry about the very long wait. I thought that with summer break I would have written more but nope. luckily I am posting this chapter so think of it as a before/back to school gift. I also might be making every chapter after this longer but will see. Thanks to all who reviewed and ect. So with out further ado here is the next chapter.

Neal Caffrey was walking out of June's house. He was in his usual expensive black, suit, with the blue silk tie. He wore his fancy black shoes, and on his head was his black fedora, that covered his dark brown wavy hair. He jumped down the steps and started walking towards the FBI office building. He loved walking down the busy streets of Manhattan. It didn't take him to long to see a sign, hanging off of the building ahead. On the sign was a picture of a little coffee cup. He had been there once before and remembered how much he enjoyed it. While he was deciding whether he should go in or not, he felt his pants pocket vibrate. He pulled out his phone and answered it.

"Hello" he said in a cheery voice.

"Where are you?" The familiar voice of his handler and friend, Peter said.

"I thought you always knew where I was, but if you must know I am getting an espresso. I'll be there in a few minutes." he replied as he as went toward the little coffee shop.

Over the phone, Neal heard Peter give a faint chuckle. "I do and don't you forget it. Why don't you get me one, the coffee machine here is broken and you can use the ten dollars you took from me yesterday."

"Ok see yah." Neal hung up with a smile and walked into the little shop.

A few minutes later, Neal came out with two insulated cups in his hands. He was still a few blocks away from the office, so he decided to take the shortcut though the alleys. There was no one using the alleys, so it was faster for traveling on foot, but it was also more unpredictable.

Neal was in a good mood as he was walked for a few moments. Suddenly, he sensed a pair of eyes was staring at him. He was crossing a window and looked though the reflection. In the reflection, he saw a man was tailing him. He remembered to stay calm and not let his follower know that he knew that he was being followed. Well there goes my good morning; I knew it was not going to last, Neal considered his surroundings. He knew that he was only a block and a half away from the FBI building. If only he could reach that destination, he knew he would be safe.

Neal, ever so slightly, started to pick up speed. He had to get out of the alley into the open and be among the crowds of hundreds of New Yorkers. His mind was devising a plan to get him out there. His mind was too preoccupied, that he didn't notice a small but sturdy, thin, metal, cord, until it was too late. Neal's foot got caught on the silver cord. He tripped and started to fall.

Neal quickly released his hands and the grip he had on the cups to catch himself. He was able to stop himself from face planting into the ground. His hat fell off his head, but he couldn't worry about that now. I have to run, that's the priority, and he mentally told himself. He knew that his cover was blown and that he only had a few second to move before his shadow could react. Moving his feet, one at a time, in front of the cord and using his hands to help support him, he started to move. He dug his feet into the ground, ready to push off and book it. He was too late. He felt something cold pierce his neck.

A sedative, great, I love being drugged, he thought sarcastically, feeling the effects almost immediately. Neal's body started to go numb. His arms and legs stopped obeying his brain and gravity was starting to pull him down. His body was plummeting to the ground. In a split second, a pair of arms grabbed him around his chest. In the faint distance, he heard what sounded like the opening of doors. In a firm grip, he felt his body being turned over to his back. He laid there with his eyes drifting in and out at the sight of the overhead clear blue sky. Another pair of arms grabbed him under his armpits and was now starting to drag him away. Neal caught a slight glimpse of the man that had been following him. The man had bent down and pick up his hat, playing with it in his hands.

Neal's vision began to go fuzzy and his eyelids began to feel like they were made of lead. He noticed that whoever was taking him, neglected to remove his tracking anklet. Good, Neal thought, Peter can find me, he always does. For no reason he started to hum a little tune. Well at least its better than last time I was drugged, he thought . His eyes started to close and there was fighting his heavy eye lids as they threw him in the back of an oversized, black, van. With the gentle hum of the engine, he fell in to a dreamless sleep.

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