The hidden face of Neal Caffrey
Chapter 1: Imprisoned
Neal tightens the necktie around Peter´s leg above the hole that his own gun had put into it. Using his one working arm and his teeth. Worried he looked at the blood puddle underneath it. If they don't get out of here soon, he will face of the shooter alone with the dead body of his friend next to him. Neal slides down next to the agent. Holding onto his broken arm, trying not to move it. He is in pain, everything hurts but the broken bones in his arms bring him another kind of pain. Pain he wished he had forgotten and something he would never be able to explain to anyone he knows because he would have to give up his one and only true secret that he had never told anyone. Still Neal keeps his eyes open, knowing what waits for him behind his closed eyelids. She is there, always there to bring him more pain.
Peter moans beside him. The blood on his face starts to dry but the red face is not pretty to look at. Neal is sure that Peter will need stitches and has a server concussion. Neal came out easy in compare, but he is the criminal in chains and not the FBI agent with the key.
"I thought our cases aren't dangerous." Neal tries to tease. A bit to lighten the mood.
"…can´t all be Prada bags and stolen Monet´s." He answers and opens his eyes. The pupils are blown and Neal just got his conformation for his diagnosis. "How is the situation?"
"You survived torture, but it doesn't matter because he will come back with his boss and he promised to kill you first. Or, if you are lucky you will bleed to death before that happens." Peter turns his head to look at him, Neal guesses the look should intimidate him but with the blood and the look of pain it has no effect, somehow the pain made him give in, give up on life. "For our chances to escape … I didn't find any. The only thing that could get us out is the window above us but with the bars there is no chance for us to squeeze through it. Without it I would have tried it. My arm isn't helping the situation." Neal let his eyes return to Peter after he looked at the window and the lock of the cell door one last time. There was no way to open it. Even if they would be able to leave through the door, Peter is hurt, he can´t walk like this, Neal can´t carry him and leaving him behind is no option. He wouldn't make it through the warehouse anyway, with or without Peter. They are locked up tied.
How did they end up here?
