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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from White Collar. None what so ever, no likeness or ever.. Sadly.. That right belongs to the shows amazing creator Jeff Eastin! But I do own my OC's.
Authors Note: Sorry it took me soo long to update! I was busy this week and weekend.. IDK if any of you are WWE fans, but if so I went to Monday Night Raw, Monday. It was AWESOME! Okay, so onto the story… Trust me, this chap was worth the wait… Or at least I hope it was lol!
Chapter 6: Taking a Shot
Neal was panting, a pained pant. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would've been embarrassed about it. His chest was burning, he was sure Jim had cracked, if not broken, a few of his ribs. He glanced down at his chest, seeing the burn marks on his shirt from the taser. Burton had tased him until he passed out, which really didn't take that long, but it still hurt like a bitch.
Neal looked around, trying to figure out a way to get out. He glanced down at the shackles on his wrists, and smirked. He was glad that nobody was in the room, as he reached down and grabbed a lock pick from his shoe, which thankfully, nobody checked for. He began quickly unlocking his hands, and then his ankles. The door opened, just as he finished his left leg. He quickly placed the shackles on his wrists, not locking them, as Burton and Jim walked in.
"Ahh Caffrey, you're awake. Now our fun can really begin." Burton said as he walked over to his equipment.
"Does it have to? Because I was having so much fun being tased." Neal replied, trying to figure out how to knock them both out. Normally Neal wasn't violent, he hated to be, but he had to, if he wanted to get out alive.
"Of course it has to! I wasn't having nearly enough fun, especially because your little FBI friends weren't able to watch!" Neal glared at him. He knew that Burton had something nasty planned for him, especially since he wanted the FBI to see. He didn't want anyone at the FBI to see what was going to happen, especially Peter. He knew Peter would be blaming himself, and he didn't want him to, because it wasn't his fault. It had been a decent night out, and Neal had insisted on walking home, instead of letting Peter drive him. It was Neal's own fault, not Peter's.
Neal was too busy thinking to see Burton nod to Jim, who flipped a switch, and a red light appeared on the camera as it began transmitting. Neal looked at Burton, figuring maybe if he angered him, he would come over and Neal could take him out with a shackle, and then it would just be 1 on 1. Neal quickly glanced at the table, looking for any instruments they could use to kill him, not seeing any.
"You know Burton, you said that I took Maria from you, but as soon as I met her, she was all over me." Neal said, seeing anger flash across Burton's face. "I even read her palms, she didn't have an engagement ring on her finger."
"Shut up! She knew the FBI would find out about her killing Ignazio, so she took her ring off. She didn't want to get me involved."
"Well you don't listen very well, do you? I mean, what do you think Maria would be thinking right now?""She'd be glad that I'm avenging her! I'm sure she'll be happy to find out that the man who put her in prison, is dead." Neal sucked in a deep breath, it was now or never.
"Did she ever tell you that she kissed me?" Burton's eyes flashed, anger dancing in them.
"She would never-" He began.
"Oh, but she did. I can prove it, it's on a surveillance tape." Burton shook his head.
"No. She-"
"Her lips tasted like Cherry, her chapsitck." Neal added.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you kiss MY Maria!" Burton yelled, venom throughout his voice.
Neal knew he pushed far enough and slipped his cuffs off, grabbing one in his right hand. Burton ran towards him, almost like he was going to clothesline him, when Neal's right hand shot out, clipping him on the side of his head with the cuff. Burton slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Neal stood hunching a little, knocking the shackles off of his ankles. Jim looked at him, shock written on his face. Neal turned to face him.
"You'll pay for that." Jim growled.
"Bring it on." Neal said, wishing that the FBI would have sprung for training for him.
Jim rushed at Neal, who moved to the side. Jim came back, hitting him in his side. Neal gasped grabbing his already aching ribs, giving Jim an opening. Jim grabbed his neck, putting him into a choke hold. Neal struggled against his grasp wiggling around, but not getting anywhere. He began feeling more light headed than he already was as his oxygen was cut off.
In a desperate attempt to get free, Neal kicked backwards, hoping to hit Jim. He heard Jim gasp and all of sudden he was free. He turned seeing Jim on the ground, holding his jewels ."Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." Neal thought. He smirked, catching his breath and walking towards the exit. He was so concentrated on the exit, that he didn't see Burton stand, raising a gun. He heard a loud bang, immediately feeling a fire burning pain in his side. He looked at the camera, transmitting to the FBI, a look of shock and pain on his face. "Peter." He whispered, and fell to the ground.