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Authors Note: What's on the Video is in Italics! Longish Chappie! Enjoy!
Chapter 7: A Warehouse
They watched as the television flared to life. The first thing they saw was Neal, shackled to a chair, bruises on his face and slightly hunched over. His shirt had a few holes in it, and it looked as if it had blackish marks around the holes. The next thing they saw was a man they all recognized as Shawn Burton, the man who Peter and Neal had just put in jail.
"Burton? How the hell did he escape? And how come nobody notified us?" Peter barked, anger radiating off of him.
"Because according to the jail, he's in there." Agent Weston replied, looking at Burton's file.
"How could they not notice he's missing? Call them and let them know, and then let them know they've got an ass kicking coming." Hughes said. Agent Weston nodded, quickly heading out of the room.
Peter was too busy watching Neal to notice Weston, leaving the room. He could see the spark in Neal's eyes, the one he had when he was when he was up to something.
"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, each hearing the pain evident in his voice. They watched as anger flashed across Burton's face. "I even read her palms, and she didn't have an engagement ring on her finger."
"Who's Maria?" Someone asked, only to be shushed by other on-lookers.
"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."
"Ignazio?" Jones asked, thinking back to a case he worked with Agent Cruz. "As in Paul Ignazio? Maria Fiametta killed him, while trying to get that Book of Hours." Hughes nodded.
"Someone get me Fiametta's files." Hughes barked.
"Well you don't listen very well, do you? I mean, what do you think Maria would be thinking right now?" Neal asked. "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." Peter glared at Burton, how dare that SOB threaten Neal. There was no way in hell Peter was letting Burton kill Neal, no way in hell.
"Did she ever tell you that she kissed me?" Neal asked. Peter looked at Neal.
"What the hell are you doing Neal? Are you trying to get killed?" Peter asked aloud.
"She would never-" Burton began.
"Oh, but she did. I can prove it, it's on a surveillance tape." They watched as Burton shook his head, each wondering what the hell Neal was doing.
"No. She-"
"Her lips tasted like Cherry, her chapsitck." Neal added. Burton's face flushed with rage, and Peter knew something was about to happen.
"Neal you idiot!" He yelled, knowing that he couldn't hear him, his worry for Neal increasing ten fold.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you kiss MY Maria!" Burton yelled.
They watched as Neal quickly slipped his cuffs off, grabbing one in his right hand. Burton ran towards 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. Peter smiled watching Neal defend himself, realizing that he could escape now.
Neal stood hunching a little and knocking the shackles off of his ankles. Peter assumed that Burton must've broken or cracked a few of Neal's ribs, which pissed him off even more. The bastard was going down, hard.
"You'll pay for that." A new voice growled, causing each FBI agent to jump.
"Bring it on." Neal replied, as Peter shook his head. He knew Neal didn't fight, and other than what he just saw, he didn't know if he even knew how to.
A big man ran out from what was apparently behind the camera, and rushed at Neal, but Neal moved to the side.
"Neal run! Don't fight him!" Peter yelled, his worry for the young man evident. The big man came back, hitting Neal in the side. Neal gasped grabbing his side, giving the man an opening.
He grabbed Neal's neck, putting him into a choke hold. The horrified Agents watched as Neal struggled against his grasp. They watched as the color in Neal's face drained,. They knew that he was suffocating, and they couldn't do anything but watch and pray that Neal survived.
"Come on Neal." Peter whispered, surprising himself that he even got it out. His emotions were overtaking him, and he couldn't do anything to stop them.
All of a sudden, Neal kicked backwards, hitting the man in his jewels, causing him to drop Neal. They watched as Neal smirked and caught his breath. He walked towards the camera, which Peter assumed was in front of the exit.
The agents saw Burton rise, and pull out a gun.
"Neal, turn around!" Peter pleaded, watching as Neal kept heading towards the camera. Burton raised the gun. "Turn around damnit!"
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, and Neal stopped walking. He looked at the camera, pain, shock, and fear on his face. They all gasped as they saw blood blossoming on Neal's right side. "Peter." He whispered and fell to the ground.
"NEAL!" Peter yelled, seeing his friend on the ground, semi-conscious. His heart clenched watching as Neal clutched at his side, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of his body.
"Agent Burke, there's a call for you on line 2." An agent, who just came into the conference room, said. She watched as Peter didn't respond. "Agent Burke-"
"Not now!" Huges yelled, watching the tv in horror. He wasn't Caffrey's biggest fan, but he'd helped them out, and he didn't want anything to happen to the young consultant, let alone because of a case they had him work.
"But it's Elizabeth and she's demanding to speak to him, she said it's about Caffrey." Peter looked at the agent and ran to grab the phone, never taking his eyes off of the tv.
"El?" He answered, his voice shaky.
"Peter? What happened?" She asked, immediately sensing something off about her husband. "Is it Neal?"
"Yeah… He uh,-" He cut off watching as Burton walked closer to Neal, who was still clutching his side, his eyes screwed shut in pain. Burton bent over Neal, smirking at his evident pain. He lifted his left leg, kicking Neal in his already bleeding, side. Neal cried out, a horrible cry. Everyone in the conference room cringed, watching him, feeling his pain.
"Oh my God, was that Neal?" El cried, worry throughout her tone. "Moz, Mozzie! Calm down!" She yelled.
"Yes, it was. El, I can't talk right now, I need to find him, now." He emphasized.
"That's why I'm calling, Mozzie has some new leads for you." She said. Peter could tell she was on the verge of breaking down, and she that she was trying to keep calm.
"Put him on." Peter urged, trying to not watch, or listen, as Burton kicked Neal once again.
"Suit… tell me that wasn't him." Mozzie pleaded. "Please." Peter sighed.
"It was Mozzie." He answered. "Now what do you have? Anything on a Maria Fiametta or Shawn Burton?" He asked, knowing that he need to find Neal, and if Mozzie could help him find him faster, the more chance Neal had of surviving. Plus, he didn't want to have to tell Mozzie what was happening to his best friend at the moment. "Mozzie!" Peter yelled when he didn't answer. He heard Mozzie take a deep breath.
"Yeah, I got quite a bit on Maria. I uh, I checked around and I know that she tried to kill Neal before, and even though she's in jail I checked on her. She recently bought a warehouse by the harbor."
"Where is the warehouse Mozzie?" Peter asked. He glanced at the screen, just in time to see Neal looking at the camera, a pleading look in his eyes, just as they closed.
Authors Note: Anyone notice the little Psych and Burn Notice shout outs in there? If not, I'll tell ya, Shawn Burton= Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster. And as for Burn Notice, Agent Weston= Burned spy, Michael Weston. Had to do a quick little ad for some of my other fave shows! Lol!