Thank you so much for all the encouraging and fantastic reviews. I'm proud to say this is the first fic I have ever completed (outside the ones I've written for my 500 Sistas). Endings are always hard for me for some reason. It may not be the greatest and I may add one more chapter if the muse allows, but it's been awesome writing for this fandom. You are a friendly and accepting bunch and I look forward to writing more. Neal says he doesn't look forward to it... I hope that's acceptable...

Unfinished Business

Chapter 11:

His upper lip lifted from his teeth. "You! You brought them here!" Al had his gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter. His receding hairline exposed a shiny layer of sweat. His eyes were wide and for the first time, Peter could actually see fear in them.

Peter made the assumption the calvary had arrived. Finally.

He felt a sudden relief. Not because his team had arrived. But because the blame was falling on him and not the one bearing the tracking device.

He continued to concentrate and slowly work at the lock to the cuff despite the fact he couldn't hide his efforts from Polanski and Goeller. He had discarded the belt buckle as he decided the loop fastener was too thick and unmanageable. He had already said a silent prayer to God and vowed to El he'd come home early every day for the rest of their lives together if her bobby pin did the trick.

"I'm not going back to prison. You ruined my life!" Al shouted balling his free hand into a fist he held it to his skull in despair.

"My offer still stands," Peter responded. "You give up now I will do everything in my power..." He hated putting the offer out there but the cards were still in Polanski's favor. He could easily blow them both away at any given moment.

"We don't have a choice, Al. Come on let's just do as he says," Sam pleaded.

"Not a chance. He can't win!" Al shouted back to his brother. "You didn't do time like I did! He didn't RUIN YOUR LIFE!"

"Let's make a run for it out the back then. Come on... he ain't worth it!" Sam tried again.

"ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME? DID YOU SEE HOW MANY PIGS ARE OUT THERE!"

"You are ruining your brother's life right now, Polanski. Don't do that to him. If you love him like you say, DON'T!" Peter looked over his shoulder to Sam. "Goeller, don't let him ruin your life. You are a good person. I know that! Just walk outside slowly with your hands up high. Give yourself up now before it's too late for you. Don't let him drag you down again!"

Goeller looked scared and confused. Looking around he whimpered, "Won't they just shoot me on sight?"

"DON'T TELL MY BROTHER WHAT TO DO!" Polanski yelled, pacing forward he was mere inches from Peter he held the gun to the center of his chest. The fear mixed with hate in his eyes suddenly turned to a grey vacant one. "No matter what happens here tonight, Agent Burke, you WILL feel the pain I've felt. One way or another!" With that he swung around and pointed the weapon at Neal's chest.

"!"

Click...

The cuff loosened from his wrist and before his mind could catch up with his body, an adrenaline fueled Peter shook the cuff free and leaped onto Polanski's back with both his arms raised. As one forearm swiped Polanski's gun hand out towards the right, Peter's other arm brought his elbow down hard into Polanski's upper shoulder blade and neck.

The weapon fired off a round before flying across the room and skidding into the wall to lay silent.

Peter landed on top of Polanski and the fight began. Arms and legs flailing, Peter had him on his back and was thrusting his fists hard into anything and everything he could. He heard his own knuckle bones cracking as he missed Polanski's squirming form and hit concrete but continued throwing punch after punch.

Polanski lifted his head, knowing he was bested. "Sam! The gun..."

Peter grabbed Polanski by both ears, ready to slam his face down into oblivion when the door burst open... a herd of shielded officers charged in.

Lights and friendly guns.

Freeze!

Hold your weapons!

Room secure!

We got it from here, Peter. Peter, you can let go.

Bring the meds in. Cut him down. Peter?

The End.