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Chapter 3: Remember Me?

Neal's head was throbbing, an indication that he was waking up. He slowly opened his eyes, quickly shutting them as light pierced them and he suddenly felt nauseous. He heard something that sounded like a groan, finally realizing that it came from him.

"I think I heard something." A rough, deep voice said. Neal noticed a slight familiarity in it. He heard heavy footsteps coming closer to him. Neal kept his eyes closed, not wanting to let them know he was, indeed conscious. Plus, if he opened his eyes he wasn't sure if he could keep the contents he'd eaten today, inside him stomach.

All of a sudden he felt someone slap his face, causing his head to jerk to the side. He bit his tongue, trying to keep up his façade.

"See? He's still out. You clocked him hard enough." A new voice, one with arrogance in it, said.

"Good, I'm not exactly read for him to be conscious yet. I've still got some things to set up." The deep voice said. Neal could hear the heavy footsteps once again, this time, walking away from him. "You ready on your end, Jim?"

"Yeah, hooked up, right to the FBI's headquarters." Jim replied. Neal's heartbeat sped up. "Why would something be connected to the headquarters?" He thought. He groaned once again, as he felt a particularly nasty throb inside his skull.

"There it is again." The voice said, a thundering of footsteps heading towards him. Neal felt his head get jerked back, he opened his eyes as a surprised gasp escaped his lips. Neal quickly shut his eyes, trying to block out the light.

"Open your eyes!" The arrogant voice, Jim, Neal reminded himself, yelled. Neal opened his eyes, seeing a huge, bulky man with dark black hair staring at him.

"Faking unconsciousness isn't very nice, Mr. Caffrey." The man from across the room said. Neal looked over towards him, not being able to see, since Jim was still holding him by his head.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Neal asked, glaring at Jim, since he really was the only thing Neal could see.

"Don't you recognize me, Caffrey? The man asked, amusement in his voice.

"Sorry, can't see you though the big oaf here." Neal replied. Jim let go of his head, punching him in the gut. Neal doubled over, gasping for breath.

"Now Jim, that's no way to treat our guest." The man said, walking over to them. He grabbed Neal's shoulders, forcing him to sit up and look directly at him. "Recognize me now?" Neal looked at him, his face familiar, but he just couldn't place it. The man laughed. "Drawing a blank huh? Must be the concussion doing it to you. Maybe this will jog your memory." Neal closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, only, none came.

Neal opened his eyes to see a painting in front of him. He tried to reach out to it, only to find that his hands were chained to a chair that he was sitting in. He glanced down at his feet, seeing that his anklet was gone, and that his ankles were chained to the chair as well. He wondered how he didn't notice them before, or the fact that he was sitting in a chair. "Has to be the concussion." He thought, quickly scanning the room. He saw that the only way out was a door, that was being blocked by a bunch of equipment.

"Well?" The man asked, shaking Neal out of his thoughts. Neal looked at the painting, realizing it was a Monet. "The stolen Monet." His mind corrected. He winced as his memory returned to him.

"Burton." Neal said, recognizing the man now.

"Ahh, so you do remember." Burton said, a smile crossing his face.

"It's hard not to remember someone who made it so easy to catch himself." Neal replied, the smile dropping from Burton's face. Burton's fist shot upward, hitting Neal under the chin, causing his head to jerk backward.

"Did you ever think, that maybe, just maybe, I wanted to be caught?" Burton asked. Neal looked at him, confusion spreading across his face. "Come on Caffrey, what kind of Con-man leaves a bunch of prints behind, and fences a product he stole, right way?" Neal just stares at him. "I knew you'd be put on the case, and I knew that you'd catch me. I mean, hell, I made it pretty damn easy." Burton grabbed Neal's face, looking him directly in the eyes. "And now, Neal Caffrey, I've got you right where I want you."

Any ideas on why Burton wanted to be caught? Or why he wanted Neal? PS, Can't believe there is no new White Collar tonight… So depressing.. Any ideas on who put the treasure in that room? I've heard a lot of theories