Neal arrived at the marina just in time to beat the FBI moving into position. It didn't take long for him to locate the boat. It was big, like a yacht, but a little smaller. And completely unguarded. It was cake getting onboard. Careful not to be seen, he started looking in the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of Elizabeth inside. Finally, just as he was beginning to think he was wrong about Logan's intentions, he saw her through the window that looked into the boat's bedroom. Her head was bloody, and she was crying, but for the most part, she seemed ok, causing Neal to breathe a sigh of relief. Glancing around to make sure Logan was still nowhere to be found, Neal drew out his phone and quickly texted Peter.

Peter sat in the back of the van, strapping on his bullet proof vest, getting ready to move into position, when he received Neal's text:

Els in the bedroom. She looks ok.

Both relieved and angry, he quickly texted back:

I thought u told Jones ud go home

Seconds later, he got a response:

I lied.
Now hurry up and get out here.

Peter smiled in spite of himself, tucking his phone away. Then, they were ready to go, and slowly, trying not to draw attention to themselves in the dark of the night, they began to move into position.

Back on deck, Logan had emerged from below deck, and Neal, heart racing, was able to quickly ninja past him and go below deck. There weren't many doors to choose from as far as which one the bedroom was, and he got it on the first try. Elizabeth looked up, fear in her eyes, when the door opened. Then her eyes flooded with relief when she saw Neal make his way inside. She quickly stood up and ran to him, throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. Neal hugged her back.

"Where's Peter?" Elizabeth asked softly after a moment. "Is he ok?"

"Peter is fine," Neal assured her, pulling away. "He's outside in the van. He's coming for you."

But there was a problem. When Logan went above deck to untie the boat from the dock, he saw one of the SWAT agents as he shuffled into position, and panicked. Quickly, he untied the boat and bolted below deck, where he started the boat's motor and started to race away from the dock. In the bedroom, Neal and El stumbled at the sudden lurch of motion. On the dock, Peter, unwilling to leave Elizabeth alone with Logan for another second, raced forward as well, chasing the speeding boat, despite the shouted protests from his coworkers. He leapt into the air, and just barely managed to catch the end of the boat underneath him. He was onboard.


Logan saw Peter's daring leap and knew he was going to have to do something if everything was going to work out like he planned. He put the boat on autopilot and made his way, gun in hand, into the bedroom.

He was definitely not expecting to find Neal in there with Elizabeth.

"What are you doing here?" Logan growled. He didn't wait for an answer before grabbing Elizabeth's arm and yanking her away from Neal. When Neal tried to get her back, Logan cocked the gun and aimed it at his head. Neal obediently froze.

Logan looked ready to pull the trigger when Peter finally made an appearance behind him. "Drop it, Logan," Peter commanded, his gun aimed steadily at his head. Logan whipped the gun around to aim it at Peter.

"I don't think so, Peter," he smiled. "Why don't you just give up and admit defeat? It would save me the trouble of disposing of your bodies."

As Logan spoke, Neal slowly, carefully, began to creep toward him and Elizabeth, just waiting to get within striking distance. Peter saw this and cleared his throat, trying to keep Logan's attention on him, "Because, just like you, I love Elizabeth. And I don't want her to get hurt."

"I would never hurt her," Logan growled.

"That gash on her head leads me to believe otherwise," Peter said coldly. Finally, Neal was in position. With one lightning motion, his hands shot out and grabbed Elizabeth's shoulders as he yanked her away from Logan's grasp. He spun her around, so he was between her and Logan, and shielded her as he pushed her out of Logan's reach.

Surprised, Logan turned and aimed the gun at Neal, rage in his eyes, and fired. Luckily, he missed. Elizabeth screamed as the bullet buried itself in the wall behind her.

"Let her go, Neal!" Logan shouted, shaking with anger.

"Neal, get her out of here!" Peter commanded. Of course, Neal listened to his partner, gently guiding Elizabeth around behind Peter and out of the bathroom, taking her above deck. Logan shouted a long train of cuss words at him as they disappeared.

"It's over, Logan," Peter said evenly.

"She never loved you, you know," Logan shouted bitterly, his grip tightening on the trigger. "She always loved me. And I love her!"

"If you love her, then why does she have that mark on her face, huh?" Peter countered. "And why did she call me to come save her at the motel?"

"She didn't," Logan growled. "I talked to her. She just wanted to make sure you were ok. That's the kind of person she is. Even though she doesn't love you, she still cared about how you were doing!"

"No, she never loved you, Logan. She loves me. She always has, and she always will," Peter said angrily. This guy was just pissing him off, now.

Peter watched as something seemed to snap behind Logan's eyes. He ran forward and before Peter could react, shoved him into the wall behind him. He delivered some powerful blows to the agent's stomach with his knee, then grabbed his wrist and hit it, hard, against the wall until he dropped the gun. It skidded away from them.

Finally, Peter recovered, pushing Logan off of him. The man stumbled back as Peter dove for the gun. He didn't quite reach it when Logan's foot hit Peter's chest, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to sprawl out on his back. Dazed and desperate, Peter reached for the gun, which was just within reach. But Logan stepped on Peter's wrist, immobilizing it, and aimed his own gun at his head.

"I knew I should have killed you. She can't move on until you're gone. Well you know what? I'm going to help her move on. You and Neal...your little FBI friends will never be able to find your bodies. And El and I will be long gone, living our own lives," he growled.


Neal took Elizabeth above deck and sat her down on one of the chairs up there as they sped through the water. "Are you going to be ok if I go check on Peter?" he asked urgently. Shaking, Elizabeth nodded. "Ok, I'll be right back, I promise."

Neal headed back below deck, to a small gun safe he had seen when he came down. He heard Peter and Logan arguing in the bedroom, and didn't waste time as he began to crack the simple combination lock. It took less than a minute. Resting inside the safe was an unloaded glock and a magazine full of bullets. Neal quickly combined the two, loading the gun and creeping back towards the bedroom, ignoring how much he hated the feel of the gun in his hand.

"...gone, living our own lives," Logan was saying. Neal took in the sight of his partner on the floor, Logan stepping on his wrist, the gun aimed between the agent's eyes. He could tell by the look in Logan's eyes that he was planning on killing Peter. It was the same look Mason had had when he charged at him with those scissors. Neal took careful aim with his gun, and fired. It was a direct hit, the bullet burrowing itself into Logan's dominant hand. Logan cried out and dropped the gun, stumbling back off Peter's wrist.

Peter took advantage of the distraction, scooping up his gun and knocking Logan's out of reach as he got to his feet. Logan didn't back down, though. He went at Peter again, but hardly took a step before Peter slammed the gun down on a pressure point in the base of the man's neck, knocking him out cold.

Neal put the gun down on top of the gun safe and slowly made his way into the room. Agent and consultant exchanged weary, relieved glances, and dragged Logan over to the bed, where they handcuffed him to the bedpost and tied a sheet around his hand to stop the bleeding. Then Neal began to steer the boat back to shore as Peter went above deck to sit with Elizabeth. Finally, this nightmare was over.

"By the way, Peter," Neal said, causing the FBI agent to tear his eyes away from Elizabeth. Neal pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pulled up an audio file, pressing play. Peter smiled and laughed when the phone proceeded to sing "I told you so" in various forms. For over three minutes.

The End