Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, White Collar, or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. I've never even seen it because believe it or not, I don't like horror movies. Everything I know I know I know from Entertainment Weekly and Wikipea, both of which I don't own either.

Author's Note: I feel I should explain a few things here. As we all-or at least, we all should-know Actor Matt Bomer plays our favorite criminal mater mind, Neal Caffrey. What everyone may not know is in 2006 he played Eric, the unfortunate victim of Leatherface, in the horror prequel, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. In fact, he's the one who's face get taken for the infamous mask. Interesting, but why am I telling you this? Well, read on, dear reader, and you'll see...

"Neal!" Violet almost shouted at him, "You're not paying attention! You have to pay attention or you're gonna mist it!"

"I am," Neal insisted, "The baby that will one day be known as Leatherface has been born under very violent circumstances, left for dead in a trash bin and rescued by a girl searching for food for her family, thirty years later, he and one his adopted brother kill and eat the sheriff, after he tries to arrest Leatherface for killing his boss. See, I'm paying attention."

"Yeah, but that's not the part I want you to see." Violent replied.

Earlier that afternoon, as it was another slow day at the office, they seemed to be having a lot of those recently, Violet approached Neal and asked him that if nothing came up, and he finished those passports Jack asked him to forge, if he wanted to come over to her place and watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. Figuring if you've seen on movie about a family of chainsaw wilding cannibals, one of who wears a mask of human skin, you've seen them all, so he tried to politely decline, but Violet insisted, saying there was something important in it he needed to see, and he finished the passports, and with Rose at a sleep over so she wouldn't accidently walk in on the violence-filled flick, there was no getting out of it. So now he was sitting on the couch watching horror film with girl who didn't see the irony of wearing a Friday The 13th t-shirt while watching a Texas Chainsaw Massacre prequel.

"Okay, here comes the part I wanted you to see," Violet said, "See the guy there, Eric? Who, by the way is gonna lose his face later."

"Yeah, I see him," Neal said, "He's actually quite handsome. I can see why the villain would take that face."

Violet giggled. "Figures you'd say that."

Now Neal was confused. "What does that mean?"

"Neal, doesn't that guy look a familiar to you?" Violet hinted.

"No," Neal said, then turned to her and asked, "Why should he?"

"Should you-" Violet began, somewhat exasperated, then said, "Neal, take a good look at that guy. A good long hard look."

"Okay, still don't know who it's suppose to be." Neal said.

"Oaky, now, look in this mirror I brought, just in case." She said, holding out a plastic white hand mirror.

Neal obeyed, although he already knew where this was going now. "You think this guy looks like me?" Neal asked, gesturing with a hand towards himself.

"He doesn't just look like you he's a dead ringer for you,'' Violet replied, "Or you're a dead ringer for him, either way.''

"What?" Neal exclaimed, then gesturing towards the TV said, "Come on Violet, that guy looks nothing like me, and I look nothing like that guy."

"Neal, come on, look at him," Violet insisted, "Sure, he's got a bit of a beard, and his hair's different but shave the beard, layer the hair a bit, and he could be your identical twin. You've been holding something back, Neal?"

"As far as I know I am an only child," Neal said, "And this guy-what's his name? I mean his real name, the actor."

"Matt...something," Violet answered, racking her brain for a last name.

"Well, Matt something and me look nothing alike," Neal said.

" You know what?" Violet asked, "Why don't we bring a still into work tomorrow see what the others think."

"Deal," Neal said, cringing as he watched the carnage on the screen.

"This looks exactly like you," Gwen said looking at a still photo they found of the film the next morning.

"I can't believe you agree with her." Neal said, then pushed the photo in front of Rex, " Rex, tell them this guy doesn't look like me."

"I wish I could, Caffrey," Rex said, taking the photo from him, "But he does."

"It's actually rather uncanny, the resemblance," Martha added, "Neal, is this..."

"No!" Neal exclaimed, "No, this is not me! "

"Can you prove that, Neal?" Rex challenged.

"Actually, yes," Neal replied, "This movie is from 2006 and I had already been arrested by then. So there. Plus, I could never stand being drenched in that much fake gore."Then taking back the picture and holding it next to his face. "And even if was I do not look like this guy. "

"Yes, you do," Jack said, walking in, "But we have something else to deal with now, team meeting in five."

Neal, defeated, folded up the paper, put it in his jacket, resigned to his fate as a horror movie celebrity look alike, and followed the group into meeting room. When they were all sat down at the table, Jack sat down a large black binder, and a white unmarked pill bottle on the table, Jack began, "I believe you guys all remember Teresa Langley. There were looked of recognition from most of the team, Neal looked to Violet for help, but her face was down cast in shame. That worried Neal, because he only seen her like this a few times before. "Violet," He whispered gently "What's wrong?"

"Teresa Langley ran a sweatshop in New York," Violet said, in a voice that was almost a whisper, "She was one of our clients."

"And before we could shut her down, she completely fell off the map," Jack said, pulling out a small yellowish folder tied shut with red twine, "We didn't have a clue as to where she went, nor her hired foot soldiers. Or the workers for that matters, but we feared the worst. But yesterday, I got a tip from one of our contacts in New York, that she's popped back up again. " Jack undid the folder. "He sent us a time and place to meet, so, uh, sorry for the short notice, but we'll be heading out tonight. I wanted to give you time to put your immediate affairs in order, so do that, and we'll all meet up at eight P.M., sharp. But, ah, that's not the biggest problem." Jack closed his eyes, breathed, then said, "As you recall her head security officer is Dr. Kay Darrow."

Neal raised a hand, saying, "Excuse me, Kay Darrow? Who's she?"

"Basically," Gwen said, "She wrote the book on torture."

"Literally," Jack said, "She wrote a guide-book for her underlings for integrating anyone they catch spying or otherwise interfering in Langley's business.," He paused then added, "It's not pretty."

"I met her a couple of timed during our dealings with Langley," Violet said, looking directly a Neal, "She scared me. Whenever Declan would go bizerk and beat someone, she just stand there and get this little smile on her face, like she enjoyed it."

"Yeah, and to add to that both Langley's mansion and base of operations are like Fort Knox when it comes to security." Gwen added.

"So if anyone of us get captured on this thing, the whole mission's basically screwed," Rex commented.

"That's why I got these." Jack said, then picked up the bottle, opened it, and spilled out a handful of royal purple pills. That night he had a meeting with Calla popped back into Neal's mind. "That's what you wanted the poison for."

"Poison?" Martha asked, "What poison?"

"Jack, what is he talking about?" Gwen asked.

"The contact brought rumors to me last month," Jack began, "I wanted him to get more facts before we acted, but I also wanted to be prepared. So I contacted an aquatience of mine, Calla Strigoi, to get poison. "

"Her own special recipe." Neal said, to no one in particular.

"Exactly," Jack said, " With their security I have no idea if we'll be able to get back in to rescue anyone who gets caught. I'm hoping none of us have to use it, but if it comes down to it, I promise it will be completely painless."

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, though it seemed like forever, then Gwen said, "So what's the plan?"

"First, everybody go home, whatever affairs you need to get in order, get them in order," Jack instructed, "I'll finish the travel arrangements, everyone back here at eight P.M. sharp, I'll pass out arrangements, me , Violet, and Neal will go to Mart in the morning to meet the contact. Any questions?"

No one said anything. After a minute, Jack said, "I'm gonna do something I don't usually do. I'm gonna give you all a chance to get out, now. No one will think any less of you."

No one said anything both because they didn't know what to make of the unusual gesture and because they knew it was like a minister saying "speak now or forever hold your peace." It's just a formality.

"Alright, now that we got that settled," Jack began, "Go."

And with that they all scattered.

Neal quickly shut the door, of his apartment, not bothering to lock it. He took she suitcase from the floor and slammed it on the bed. Instead of putting stuff in, he took stuff out, until there was nothing but a change of clothes, and his leather gloves. He had a feeling he was gonna need them. Then he snapped it shut and ran for the door. He had to get to Violet.

"And you're okay with her staying with you for a while?" Violet asked, Mr. Kio, the daughter of Rose's best friend, Nor, once again.

"Yes, Violet, it's fine," Mr. Kio said on the other end of the line, "Nor adores Rose, and she's one of the most polite children me and my wife have ever met."

"Thanks," Violet said, "And thanks you for being so understanding about this being so short-notice. I hate doing this to you, it's so out of line, my boss just threw this on me this morning saying I had to accompany him an business trip and..."

"Violet, it's fine," Mr. Kio said, "We're use to your boss pulling this stuff on you. Honestly if you asked me he puts way too much stuff on you. I mean, you're a secretary for God's sake, what could he possibly need you for on a business trip..."

"I know," Violet responded, "But I really need this job." Just then there was a knock at the door. "Someone's at the door, Mr. Kio," Violet said, running her fingers through her hair , " I gotta go."

"Goodbye, Violet," Mr. Kio said, gently. He always spoke to her gently. "I'll see you later."

"See you later," Violet said, hanging up. She ran over the door, and looked in the peep hole and saw an apprehensive-looking Neal on her front stoop. She opened the door, genuinely happy to see him, despite the really bad timing. "Neal," She said, "Come in." He stepped inside. As Violet shut the door, she asked "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to make sure that you're alright," Neal said, not taking his eyes off her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Violet said, "Just had to find someone to watch Rose, that's all. Nor's parents said it's okay if she stays for a little bit, take her by twice a day to feed the dog, I just have to drop her off, so now that that's covered, I'm fine."

"Then why is there a half-empty bag of chips on the couch?" Neal said, eyeing the crumpled bag of honey-barbecue potato chips on the couch. Living off of wild meat had left Violet sensitive to hormones in tame meat, and she wouldn't eat anything that was processed, but she had a thing for potato chips. The girl ate them like most people ate chocolate. Especially when she was having a bad day.

"Okay," Violet admitted, folding her arms so it looked like she was hugging herself, "Maybe this is-getting to me a little."

"Come on, sit down," Neal said, standing beside her. He gently walked her over to the couch, and as removed the bag and sat down beside Violet as she lowered herself down. "You can't beat yourself up over what you and the others did for the rest of your life."

"I stood by and watch while dozens of innocent sentient creatures were doomed to most likely sort lives of miserable captivity," Violet snapped, "Participated even. Me beating myself up is better than I deserve."

"It's not like you were completely idle," Neal said, "You did your best to save them."

It turns out, Violet didn't tell Neal everything that night in France. Just the stuff that was relevant at the time, but also put her in a negative light. She didn't mention that the few genuine friends, friends that weren't Declan and Michael she had would help her out by rescuing as many of aliens as they could after they were sold. But she wouldn't let them take huge risk like taking on Langley. She wouldn't have them die for her mistakes.

"And yet Neal, we're still having this conversation." Violet replied, looking down.

"Look at me," Neal said softly. Then when she wouldn't gently put his hand under her chin and moved her face towards him. "You did everything you could."

"No," Violet said, "Will wanted to take on the big ones, the powerful ones, Cherish and Sherlock would've backed him up. I should've let them go in."

"They would've gotten killed, and you know it." Neal responded, "Look, you might've been helpless then, but you're not anymore, and you're doing everything you can to fix it." He let go of her face.

Violet was quiet for a moment, then she said, "You know, this is the last one."

"Last one of what?" Neal asked.

"The last of our clients," Violet answered, "We already got to the rest of them."

''And by we do you mean Torchwood or Will and the others?" Neal asked.

"A little of both." Violet said.

Then they leaned back on the couch and said nothing for a minute. At last Neal spoke. "You ah, need any help packing?"

"Yeah, sure," Violet said, "I haven't got a chance to do any packing yet. I haven't even got my suitcase out yet."

"I'll go get it," Neal said, getting up.

"Neal?" Violet said, turning to look at him.

"Yes?" Neal asked.

"Thanks," She said, and she didn't have to say for what. They both already knew.

"Don't mention it." Neal replied.

After dropping Rose off, Neal and Violet headed back to the Hub. They were one of the last to arrive. "Sorry we're late." Violet said, racing up to the group, "Had to drop off Rose, then I had to go back to get him. He was at my place."

"You really need to get a car," Gwen said, "I told you when you got that scooter it wasn't practical for someone in your situation, but it was the cheapest thing on the lot so that 's what you wanted..."

"I know, Gwen," Violet sighed, "I was there."

Just then Jack walked in, ending all conversation. "There are two flights to night from Cardiff to New York flying out tonight," He said, pulling six passports out from his coat, "Rex, Martha, and myself will be going out on the first one. Gwen, Violet and Neal will go out on the second one. We'll meet at the same motel as last time."

"Don't worry," Gwen said, looking over at Neal and Violet, "I know where it is."

"So do I." Violet murmured.

Neal said nothing, just grateful that someone knew where it was. And what they were talking about.

"I also got these," Jack said, holding up six gold-colored chains with small copper-colored disks attached to them, "Wrapped them around your guns."

"Uh, Jack," Gwen said, catching one of the chains, "What are these?"

"Perception filters," Jack explained, "Makes it so people won't notice the guns. That way, we can them on the plane."

"Why am I not surprised?" Rex commented.

"What's that's sappose to mean?" Jack asked.

"Just that figures you'd have a way to get past airport security." Rex replied, while wrapping the perception filter around his gun.

The perceptions filters worked. Jack, Rex and Martha were able to get on the plane without security interfering with their weaponry, and Neal, Gwen and Violet didn't met with any issues. So there they were , Gwen on in the window seat, Neal in the middle, and Violet in the seat closest to the alise, on a midnight flight to New York. Violet had managed to stuggle on Neal's shoulder and get some shut-eye, but Neal and Gwen were too tired to sleep. To break the boredom Gwen began to talk. "So, how have you been?"

"Good," Neal said, "I've been good. You?"

"Good." Gwen replied awkwardly. After her blow-up Gwen dropped the hostility, but things were still awkward between them, and they were lucky if they said more than two words to each other. Although he did meet Rhys once, but only because they ran into each other at the convience store.

"How's Rhys and Anew?" Neal asked.

"Fine," Gwen replied, "Anew said her first word the other day."

"Really?" Neal said, sounding interested, "That's great. What was it?"

Gwem paused for a minute, as if considering if she sould answer the question, then at last said, "More. She said more. I guess she wanted some more mashed carrots. Wait a second, how do you my daughter's name? And my husband's? I never told you eaither."

"I've heard you've mention their names when you call him to tell him it's gonna be another late night. And you did mention there names when you were explaining things when I met you guys. " Neal explained, "And me and Rhys have been fomarly intorocduced, you just weren't there."

"When was this?" Gwen asked, somewhat alarmed.

"Well, I was out of milk, and apaerntly you were out of formula," Neal began, "We bumped into each other, I reconized him from the picture you keep on the computer, so I introduced herself. He was actually somewhat disconcerted by the fact that you didn't mention I was so-symetrical."

Gwen looked at him with a look that said 'really'?

"His words, not mine," Neal said.

Gwen, worried that Rhys might have mention the things she had said about Neal to Rhys, none of it very flattering, while she was still fuming at the notion of being replaced before she was even gone, asked, "Did, he, um, mention anything else I didn't tell him about you, or, did tell him about you?"

Neal pretended to think for a minute, then said, "Only that I was lair and theif, and you though Jack might be doing some bizare kind of overcorection, and you doubted I would even show. And that you couldn't believe I actually did."

Gwen was silent, not knowing how to even begin apologizing.

Neal chuckled. "It's alright. Everything was right with the world, and I-litteraly-crash in and mess everything up. You have every right to hate me."

"I don't hate you," Gwen said, "I was just mad before, and you made an easy target. And then you had to be so damn nice." She eyed him with an almost sluking look.

"Sorry," Neal said, not really knowing what else to say to that.

"No, it's okay," Gwen said. Despite her and Neal getting off on the wrong foot, she learned to like him. "I'm not mad anymore."

In that moment Neal was certain he was going to lose the bet.

"So," Gwen began, "How are you doing?"

"I already told you," Neal said, "I'm good."

"That's not what I ment," Gwen said, "I ment going back to New York, how are you dealing with that?"

"What's there to deal with?" Neal asked.

"It's just," Gwen began, trying her best to be delicate, "You have a lot of history there, and the tought did occur to me that it might be difficult for you going back, especialy with all the old friends you have there.''

"The only problem I'm gonna have is if I run into any of them," Neal said, "Becuase they will have a ton of questions I won't be able to answer. But it's a huge city so more than likely that won't be a problem."

"You mean you don't miss it?" Gwen asked, "At all?"

"It's not that I don't, I do," Neal began, "But what's regret gonna get me? And besides I'm one of you now."

"Now that we got that covered," Gwen, "How's she doing?"

"Did Jack tell you to ask these questions?" Neal aksed.

"No," Gwen said, sincerely, "The conversation just drifted this way, and I figured as long as I'm asking I should check on her. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but she's a little unstable emotional speaking, especialy when it comes to this."

Neal looked over to make sure Violet wasn't stirring, then looked back to Gwen and whispered, "I noticed."

"So," Gwen said, " How is she?"

Neal again looked to make sure Violet was still sleeping, she was a very light sleeper and wouldn't like Neal spearding her business around, then turned back to Gwen and said, "She was gorging on potato chips when I found her, but I think she's okay now."

"That's good," Gwen said, yawning halfway throught the sentence.

"You tired?" Neal asked.

"Yeah," Gwen edmitted, "I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep. Good night, Neal."

"Good night Gwen." Neal said, flowing her lead and closing his eyes.