AN: Hope you guys are all enjoying your summer and the new fanfics that come with it!

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"Always do what you are afraid to do." –Ralph Waldo Emerson

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"What are exigent circumstances?" Elizabeth asked. Now that she was out of the hospital El wanted to do everything possible to get the prick that put her there. "And how does it relate to this case?"

"They're annoying rules to follow and it doesn't relate to this case." Diana said. She looked at the stack of paperwork on her desk and almost cried. Diana was not much of a crier but this was ridiculous. "I don't know what we're gonna do about all this paperwork Boss."

"We're going to trudge through it like we always do." Peter said. "But faster."

"I can't believe that prick gets to bury us in red tape and gets away with it." Mozzie said.

Peter nodded in agreement. "It's one of the perks of being a good guy. No one expects you to be the bad guy."

"There is so much wrong with our justice department." Mozzie said. June, Rachel, and Alex raised their hands in an amen.

Peter signed his name for what seemed like the thousandth time but was probably more like the millionth. "He's burying us in bureaucratic bullshit. With all fifteen of us working we might dig ourselves out but this fighting to merely survive isn't getting us anywhere. We're no closer to finding Neal now then we were ten hours ago."

"Maybe we'll get a hit off the van." Jones said.

"Not likely." Peter replied. "As much as I hate to admit it Wilkes is smart. He wouldn't just leave the car out to be spotted. How are we coming on his financials?"

"Slowly." Agent Cruz said. "I have to type in my username and password every time I switch from one webpage to the next."

Peter looked at Bancroft. "Anything off of Hugo?"

"Nothing except for the fact that we know he arrived here in New York on Wednesday of last week, rented a car, and ate a hot dog at the airport." Bancroft said.

"GPS on the car?" Peter asked.

"Yes. It's parked in the parking lot of some strip club. The guys went in to check it out but found nothing. We're still staking it out just in case." Bancroft said.

"Good." Peter said. "What about you Agent Rice? Did you find anything on his escape?"

"He made a few phone calls and sent some e-mails but it's all encrypted. We're working on that now." She said. "We're also checking on the financials of the guards and other staff to see if he used any of their cards."

"Like Caffrey did to buy the guards uniform." Peter reasoned. "How exactly did he escape?"

"Brute force. He incited a riot and when the guards came to break it up he took one of them hostage. Got away and left the guard seriously injured." Agent Rice said.

"Did we talk to the guard?" Peter said. "Maybe Wilkes said something or hinted."

"Nope. The guy said the only thing Wilkes said was shut up and don't try anything." She replied.

Peter ran a hand down his face and then asked May Lin. "Did you get anything from Interpol?"

"Nothing useful." She replied. "Only that they have not left the country and none of Wilkes or Hugo's aliases have shipped anything recently."

"I want to check out this strip club." Peter said. Elizabeth's head shot up. "Maybe we can find something on Hugo."

"I'm coming too." Elizabeth said.

"It could be dangerous." Peter replied.

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. "After what happened with the Dr. Tannenbaum case…I'm not letting you go to a strip club without my supervision. Besides, I want to be there when this guy gets caught."

Peter sighed; obviously not winning this battle. "Fine. But if I tell you to run, you run."

"Going to a strip club." Jones said shaking his head. "Lucky duck."

Diana sighed wistfully. "I haven't been to a strip club in years."

Everyone gave her a short look before going back to what they were doing. You don't look at Diana like that for too long unless you want something important cut off. Peter smiled. "You can come too Diana."

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Neal woke without pain. No, that wasn't right. There was pain everywhere. So much that he couldn't tell the difference between pain and comfort. There was only pain left. He was on his back spread-eagle, staring up at the ceiling. It was concrete just like the rest of the room. Neal wondered if that made it easier to clean up the blood. He decided to sit up, but couldn't remember how exactly that was done. All these beatings and stabbings and being knocked unconscious was clouding his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that serious damage had been done.

After five minutes of serious thinking and a lot of effort Neal managed to sit up. That helped to clear his head. He rested his head on his knees and concentrated on breathing. He allowed no thoughts in his head except: inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The door opened.

Hugo and Wilkes stepped in. Neal scooted backwards away from them causing Wilkes to laugh. "I think the lesson is taught Hugo. Where's your Agent Burke now Caffrey?"

Neal remained silent. Waiting for the moment when Wilkes would sic Hugo on him again. Wilkes motioned the giant and Hugo walked over to Neal. "Hugo?"

The giant turned and Wilkes and they proceeded to have a conversation.

Neal had never been one for guns. It wasn't that he was particularly scared of guns but of the power they held. He was scared of what people could do with guns. Many a person had fallen victim to the lethal power of the weapon. Guns had the powers to start wars but not the power to end them. That though didn't stop him from staring at the Smith and Wesson tucked into Hugo's ankle holster. It didn't stop him from reaching out and grabbing the gun. It didn't stop him from aiming the gun at Hugo because Neal just wanted the pain to end. "Hugo!" Wilkes cried.

Bang! Bang!

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AN: I feel evil…but that's okay. Hope you all enjoyed Chapter 11. By the way, we are at 91 reviews and over 8000 hits. Let's keep racking up the numbers!