A/N I'm back (:

Finally, we got to the reunion and the tension is rising! But i can assure you, we are not close to the end yet!
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"Neal." The voice wasn't more than a silent whisper. Blurred.

"Neal." He knew this voice. He just couldn't remember where he'd heard it before.

The fog in his head started to clear slowly. A grown escaped his mouth as he tried to crack one eye open. The sun hit his eyes unexpected. Blinding him. He fought once again to open his eyes. Struggled against the handcuffs, which pinned him to the wall.

"Neal? You're awake?"

"Elizabeth!" Neal lifted his head way to fast, sending another wave of dizziness through his body. He had to blink a few times to focus on the figure on the opposite wall of the room.

It really was Elizabeth. Her hair was tousled, her lip swollen. Dried blood covered the corner of her mouth. Except that, she seemed fine. Neal breathed a sight of relief.

"You're ok? Did he hurt you?" It was the first question that escaped his lips.

"No. Just banged my head a little and slapped me as I spit in his face." She tried to smile, but Neal didn't miss the worry and tiredness in her voice.

"What about you? This Keller-guy hit you pretty hard, huh?" Looking concerned, El nodded towards his head.

Neal tried a weak smile himself.

"No, that wasn't Keller. It was Peter."

"No." El's eyes went wide in disbelieve. "He wouldn't do something like that."

"Let's say I provoked him to." Neal felt the urge to justify Peter's behaviour. He couldn't talk Peter down in front of his wife.

"This whole situation is kind of my fault. Keller wants the treasure and I knew where it is. Well… were it was." He added at El's disappointed and slightly shocked look.

"So Peter, had the right instinct all the time. You were really going behind his back? Again? Really Neal? You know, Peter is the best thing that happened to you…"

"…and I'm smart enough to know that, yes." Neal cut her angry voice off. "I didn't stole it after all. I just knew where it was."

"Neal, you just don't get it." Elizabeth shook her head in desperation. "It's about you, lying to Peter all the time. Every time he tries to believe you, to trust you… You just always give him a reason not to. You stab him in the back, when he puts his faith in you. You can't just keep on doing this. You have to choose a side!"

"I chose. This is why Mozzie is gone now. With the treasure."

"Mozzie's gone? Where?" The anger had vanished from El's voice. Leaving nothing but puzzlement and surprise.

"Don't know. But, he's gone for good." Neal looked to the ground to hide his sadness. Though, he know Elizabeth was able to see it nevertheless.

"He didn't even say goodbye."

"That's part of the game, El." Neal's voice was full of regret now. Still, he didn't dare to look up in Elizabeth's honest eyes.

"Then, why didn't you go with him? He was your closest friend after all."

El's question hit him again, with all its impact. He sighted, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"As I said." Finally, he lifted his head again to look straight in El's eyes. "I made my choice and I chose this life."

"Neal…" El smiled weakly "We're gonna fix this together. I promise you. Peter is coming for us, right? We'll be out here soon?"

Neal bit his lip. She sounded so confident, so full of hope.

"Yeah…well…I think there had been a few complications. So we better figure something out on our own. Just in case Peter needs a little more time."

El's face dropped.

"You got yourself captured without any tracker? Without any chance, the FBI can find us again?"

"That wasn't the plan at first, but…"

Neal was interrupted by the door, slamming against the wall.

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"Anything?" Peter asked Jones as he returned from the EMT's.

Diana had insisted, that he got himself checked. She didn't miss the slight expression of pain on his face and the hand, pressed to his torso. Luckily it were just a few bruised ribs. He hadn't stopped the investigation anyway.

"Nothing." Jones' face was concerned. They stood exactly at the same spot, were the car had parked a few minutes from now. The tire marks were still visible on the dirty concrete.

"Damn it." Peter desperately ran his hand through his hair. It was that moment, when something caught his eye. He bend down on the floor picking up a key card with a bright yellow company logo on it. Furrowing his brow, he looked up to Jones again.

"You think Caffrey took that from Keller to give us a lead?" Jones said as uncertain as Peter felt.

"Maybe…Think, it's worth a shot."

As Peter stood up, he noticed Jones' thoughtful and concerned expression.

"What do you think?"

"Think, that might be trap, Peter. After all, it looks like Keller tried to kill us with that bomb. Maybe he just wants to teach the FBI a lesson. We shouldn't go there without backup."

Peter bit his lip and nodded slowly. He knew Jones was right, but if there was just the tiniest chance, he could find El, it was worth the risk. Determined, he pulled the phone from his pocket to make a few calls.

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As Keller entered the room, Neal wanted to stand up, to be at least at eyelevel with the bastard who did this to them, but his handcuffs were secured to a pipe on the bottom of the wall. He could just sit there, on the floor. Looking up into the face he hated so much, Neal noticed Keller's serious and angry expression. Something had happened. And it couldn't be anything good.

"Glad, you're awake, Neal." Without even seeming to notice Elizabeth, Keller turned his back towards her and moved menacing towards Neal.

"Let's play a little game. I tell you a question and you answer it. Honestly. I know, it's hard, but you'll simply have to do it."

Neal just stared at him and nodded slowly. His face full of disgust.

"You still have the treasure Neal?"

Neal furrowed his brow. What was that? He tried to keep himself as calm as possible as he answered.

"Yes, I do."

Keller stared at him for a moment. His eyes piercing into his like needles.

"No…" He said after a brief moment, almost thoughtfully. He shook his head absently.

Neal was so confused, that the sudden punch of Keller, hit him with a giant impact. He doubled over in pain as the fist hit his stomach. The air leaving his lungs in a short gasp.

"No, I don't think so." Keller again shook his head, looking at his fist. He contracted and relaxed his fingers a few times after he started to speak again.

"You know, I heard rumours. People talk. I heard, your friend Mozzie went off with the treasure. Is that true?"

Keller cooked his head as he looked down at Neal, who was still fighting to even his breathing.

"No." Neal brought out through gritted teeth. This time he could see the hit coming. Nevertheless the punch to his face sent his head crashing against the wall. He felt blood running out of his nose, but he held back the cry of pain. Instead he answered, desperately trying to keep the pain out of his voice. It didn't work.

"Look…I don't know what you're talking about. If what you said was true, then why should I still have the Degas?"

"You know the answer, Neal. You stole it. Yes, Rusty told me about the whole thing. I have to say… I'm a little bit disappointed. We've been through a lot Neal. You really think you can con a con? You can't fool me, Neal Caffrey."

"I'm not fooling you, Keller. I've got the treasure and I can lead you…"

The second punch to his face cut Neal's voice of. For a brief moment the darkness closed in around him. When he finally blinked again, he noticed the metallic taste in his throat. As he started coughing he could see droplets of blood splatter to the floor. Neal looked up. His face a grimace of pain. He could see Elizabeth's concerned and desperate face. A single tear was running down her cheek now. She obviously didn't dare to speak.

Neal's brain worked at full speed. They had to get out of here. Now. If Keller knew he didn't have the treasure anymore, there would be not much time left.

His hands slid across the floor, desperately trying to find something useful to pick the lock of his handcuffs.

He couldn't lie to Keller. He would notice it immediately if he did and now, that Keller knew about Moz, his last trump card was gone. Keller was right, he couldn't fool him anymore.

Keller, who had started pacing, stopped again in front of Neal. He seemed unsure of what to do next.

"Damn it Caffrey. You're bringing us in an awkward situation here. Now, I have to go after Mozzie as well. So, you have to tell me where he is."

Neal let out a dry laugh before looking up into Keller's dark, ruthless eyes again. His voice was steady and strong as he answered.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

Keller bit his lip, again shaking his head. Then, with a sudden move he grabbed Neal's hair tight with his left hand, pulling his head backwards. Neal watched in horror as he saw the jack knife appearing in Keller's right hand.

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