AN: Thank you for reading!

"Don't shoot," Peter called out as he walked over to the five men. Peter glanced at Neal and could see fear, pain and sadness in his eyes. He didn't want Peter to give himself up, but that was the only option that had the outcome of Neal living, even if it was only a little while longer. Peter had a plan anyway. It wasn't a great plan, but it was a plan.

Now that he was closer, Peter could see that Neal was favoring his injured leg and his left wrist was bent at an odd angle and was swollen. It was probably broken. Anger welled up inside of Peter at the thought of Neal hurt even worse than he was the last time he saw him, but he didn't let it take control. He had to have a level head for his plan to work.

"Search him, John," Greg said and nodded his head at Peter. He still had a gun pointed at Neal's head.

'Since when did they decide to use less archaic and more deadly weapons?' Peter wondered.

John came over and patted Peter down. When he came across the blueberries that Peter had in pocket he showed them to the obvious leader, Greg. Greg shrugged his shoulders so John put them back.

"I'm not surprised you came to the aid of your partner. I pegged you from the beginning," Greg told Peter arrogantly.

Peter looked directly at Greg. "I think I have a way for all of us to get what we want," he said after John finished the search.

"Yeah? And what's that?" Greg asked with a smile on his face, seemingly amused at Peter's attempt to take control of the situation.

"Me and Neal walk out of here and we never speak of what happened. You go back to your lives and we go back to ours. It that simple."

"Ha! You think it's that simple? You're a noble man, but I guess you're a stupid one, too," Greg said. Peter could see that those words made Neal angry and he hoped he wouldn't do something impulsive.

"You call me a noble man, noblemen keep their words. I give you my word that we will never speak of any of this again."

Greg stared at Peter, seeming to see if Peter was telling the truth. After a minute, Greg spoke up again. "I may have believed you, but I know that you both have been lying to me since the moment we met." As he said this, he pushed the gun harder against Neal's head, causing him to wince. "I know who you are!" He said angrily. The situation was quickly spiraling out of control.

"Greg, please just put the gun down so we can talk about this."

"I won't put the gun down! You FBI agents think you always can order people around. You're not going to order me around!" The gun against Neal's head was becoming quite painful, but he didn't dare move.

"Ok, yes, we do work for the FBI. But they don't know anything about what has happened out here."

"So I just let you go and hope that you keep your word? You must think I'm stupid." Greg scoffed.

"If I may interject here," Neal, who had been silent until now, said a little shakily. "I have known Peter for years and he has always kept his word. As for me, I wouldn't dare do anything to give you a reason to come after me," Neal told Greg while staring at Peter, being as Greg was behind him.

Greg looked back and forth from Peter to Neal, looking like was trying to make a decision of what to do.

Tim, Rick and John looked like they didn't like the idea of Greg making all the decisions, but seemed to be a little afraid of the man, so didn't say anything.

"Once an FBI agent, always an FBI agent. You would rat us out the second you got the chance." Greg seemed to have a lot of animosity towards the FBI, but Peter didn't know why. "Put them back in the basement," Greg, who seemed to have a bit of a god complex, ordered his men.

Neal looked helplessly at Peter, asking him what to do, but Peter just shook his head slightly, telling him not to take action. They would never stand a chance against four men, one of which was armed, even if Neal wasn't injured.

John and Tim took Peter by his arms as Rick hauled Neal to him feet and drug him along. Neal let out a small gasp when he was pulled up to his feet, but didn't do anything else but clench his jaw to show that he was in pain. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction to see him in pain.

John, Tim and Peter walked in first, with Neal and Rick following close behind and Greg behind them all with his gun at his side. He seemed to think he had the situation under control.

John let go of Peter and opened the hatch and gestured Peter to walk down the steps to the cold basement. Peter took one more look at Neal, then walked down a few steps and waited for His ward. Neal was brought to the steps and he went down them as quickly as he could, not wanting a repeat of the last time he was in this situation.

Once Neal was close enough, Peter helped him down the rest of the steps, and into the desolate room. The door slammed shut and the two men were left alone.

Neal turned to Peter and said "Well, this is the worst rescue plan I've ever seen."

Peter mock glared and him, then helped him sit down against the wall. Peter then sat down next to him and Neal leaned his head against Peter's shoulder, drawing strength from his presence.

And the boys are back together! Too bad it wasn't under better circumstances. But you know what that means? More witty banter!