Sorry it took longer to update then I thought. Hope you like it.
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Mozzie was sitting tied to a chair, in the middle of an empty warehouse. The building had its windows boarded and the large space was empty.
"You caused me a lot of trouble." York said, as he walked over to the tied up man. "I don't like it when people cause me trouble."
"Your plan won't work." Mozzie said. "The suits will never exchange an innocent woman for me."
"I believe Caffrey will."
"Not a change, Neal is a gentleman."
"We'll see." York said. He pulled a long sharp knife out of a sheath on his belt. "I have ways of convincing people to do as I say."
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Peter and Neal were sitting in Peter's office, trying to figure out York's next move and where he took Mozzie. They both looked up when they heard a knock on the door, it was El and Anna.
"Neal." Anna said, as they walked in.
"Yes." Neal said, so she could tell where he was sitting.
"I am so sorry about your friend, this is all my fault."
"No it isn't." Neal assured her. "It's York's fault, and he will pay. Mozzie might not look it, but he's pretty tough. He can take care of himself." Neal hoped he sounded more convinced then he actually felt. He was really worried about Mozzie.
Peter's phone rung and he answered it, thanked the caller, and hung up.
"That was security." Peter said, standing up and looking at Neal. "You've got a package."
"What kind of package?"
"Let's go find out."
Peter gave El a quick kiss then him and Neal left the office and headed to the security office.
"Hey Bill." Peter greeted the head of security. A young boy, about twelve-years-old was standing beside him and looked really nervous.
"Peter, Neal." The man returned the greeting. "This is David Bishop, he was paid twenty dollars to delivery this to you." The man handed Neal a small brown box, nothing was wrote on it.
"A…am I in trouble?" The boy asked.
"No." Peter said. "What did the man look like who gave this to you?"
"He was a huge dude, maybe six feet two. Arms like tree trunks and no neck. No hair either."
"You can go." Peter said.
Bill escorted him out, leaving Peter and Neal alone.
Neal opened the box in his hand and stared in horror at its contents. His face went pale and Peter was afraid he was about to pass out.
"Neal." Peter said, placing his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
Neal didn't say anything, he just held out the box so Peter could see what was inside. Peter too went pale when he saw a finger laying on tissue paper.
"He got involved in this because of me." Neal said, his voice quiet.
"It's like you told Anna." Peter said. "This is York's fault, no one else's."
"What if we can't find him?" Neal asked.
"We will find him." Peter said.
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A few minutes later, Peter and Neal were once again in Peter's office. Peter was on the phone with a forensics expert. Neal saw the older man's face turn from sad to relieved in a matter second. He was smiling slightly as he hung up.
"The finger wasn't Mozzie's." He said.
"How can they be sure?" Neal asked, praying that Peter was right. "Mozzie's DNA isn't in any database."
"Whoever lost that finger had been dead for three days." Peter said. "They are positive. I can't tell you the medical garbage he was spouting, but I can tell you that the finger wasn't Mozzie's."
"Then why send it?" Neal asked with a relieved sigh. "York knows we would have figured it was Mozzie's."
"It's a mind game." Peter said. "York likes to toy with people."
Neal's phone rung and he looked at the caller ID. "It's Mozzie." He said, surprised.
"Put it on speaker phone."
"Hello." Neal said, after he did as Peter said.
"Hello Caffrey." A deep voice said.
"I assume you're York." Neal was trying to keep his voice calm and even. He knew that losing his cool would only make matters worse. "Where's Mozzie?"
"I'm here Neal." Mozzie's voice said. "Don't listen to a word he says, don't make the trade…" Peter and Neal heard a loud slap, then a thud.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" Neal shouted. Peter placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
"I will do way more then hurt him." York said. "Unless you do exactly as I say."
"What do you want?"
"Mrs. Madison."
"She's under federal protection."
"That's your problem, I'm sure you can find a way around it."
"If I deliver her, you promise to let Mozzie go?"
"Yes."
"Okay, when do we make the trade?"
"I'll be in touch." They heard a click as York hung up.
"You did good, Neal." Peter said. "You bought us some time, and a meeting." He knew Neal would never hand over Anna to York, not even to save Mozzie. "Mozzie's alive, we will find him."
Neal nodded, but said nothing.
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Three hours later, Neal's phone once again rung. Him, Peter, Jones, and Diana were sitting in a conference room going over the files they had on York. Neal put the phone on speaker and sat in on the table.
"I'm here." He said.
"What about that bitch Madison?" York's voice asked.
"I can deliver her anytime; it's just Burke and me guarding her. And Burke trusts me, he leaves me alone with her from time to time."
"One hour, an abandoned warehouse near the waterfront."
"What's the number?"
"I will call you back in fifty minutes to tell you. Be sure to bring Madison."
"I will, you be sure to bring Mozzie."
They heard a click as York hung up.
"That was too easy." Jones said. "York has to have something planned."
"He does." Peter agreed. "He has no intention of releasing Mozzie."
"What's the plan, Boss?" Diana wanted to know.
"How good of an actress are you?" Peter asked.
"Good enough to pretend to be Anna."
"Here's the plan." Peter laid out the plan, making sure everyone knew their roles. Once he was finished, he turned to Neal. "We do this by the plan." He told the younger man. "I know you're worried about Mozzie, but we stick to the plan."
"Okay." Neal agreed.
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"Looks like you were wrong about Caffrey." York said.
"Looks like it." Mozzie said sadly. He knew Neal would never hand over an innocent woman, but he didn't want York to know it as well.
"Once I have Caffrey, I'll use him to get Burke. Then I can have a lot of fun." He grinned evilly. "I learned a few new torture techniques while in prison that I would love to share with Burke. After I have Burke, then I'll get Madison. Don't worry; I have no personal beef with you or Caffrey. After I have what I want, you will die quickly."
"Thanks for the consideration." Mozzie said sarcastically.
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Neal and Diana were sitting in a parked car near a row of abandoned warehouses. Neal was behind the wheel and Diana was in the front passenger seat. She was wearing a wig like Anna's hair, and had on large dark sun glasses.
"Neal." She said. "I know you are worried about Mozzie, but it will be okay. We will get him out."
"I can't help thinking that Mozzie getting kidnapped is all my fault." Neal said, staring out the windshield. "He would have never been helping with this case if we weren't friends."
"No one is blaming you, not even Mozzie. He knew the risks before he started helping, he made the decision to help."
"I know."
Neal's phone rung and he answered it.
"Drive forward, warehouse number four. Park in front and you and Madison get out and place your hands on your heads and step away from the car."
"Have Mozzie within sight." Neal said. "Or the deal's off."
"Don't worry, your friend will be there."
Neal hung up and took a deep breath. "Here it goes."
"Drive slowly." Peter's voice came through his ear wig. "We have visual on York and Mozzie at the warehouse, and two additional men standing guard nearby. We need time to capture the two men. Diana, stall getting out of the car. Once York sees you, he will know you aren't Diana."
He drove forward and stopped where he was supposed to, York and Mozzie were standing in front of the building. Mozzie had his hand tied behind his back and had a gag in his mouth.
"Boss." Diana said. "Mozzie is gagged, probably to keep him from warning us about an ambush."
"Or York got tired of his endless overflow of useless facts." Peter's voice said. "But your theory is probably the correct one. Everyone keep your eyes and ears open."
"We're here Peter." Neal said, as he parked the car.
"Keep stalling." Peter's voice said.
Neal had far enough away that York wouldn't be able to get a real good look at Diana, and she kept her head down to further hide her identity. Neal rolled down his window.
"Send Mozzie over." He called out. "And I will send Anna."
"You first." York called back, pulling out a gun and placing it to Mozzie's temple.
"The two guards are in custody." Peter's voice said. "Get out of the car slowly. Diana, keep your head down and stay on the passenger side of the car. We need time to move in and position ourselves behind York and Mozzie."
"Out of the car!" York barked.
Neal and Diana slowly got out and placed their hands on their heads, Diana kept her head down.
"Now let Mozzie go." Neal said. "I brought Anna, she only agreed to trade herself for Mozzie because you said he wouldn't get hurt."
"I lied." York smiled. "Say goodbye to your friend."
"FBI!" Peter shouted, as several armed agents jumped from behind their hiding places and aimed their guns at York. "It's over York, put the gun down."
"Burke." York growled. Then he looked angrily at Neal. "This was a setup."
"Nothing gets by you." Said. "Now let Mozzie go."
"I want you dead, Burke." York said. "You and Madison."
"Not going to happen." Peter said. "Now lower your weapon."
"I'm guessing you have my two men in custody."
"You're guessing right."
"I always have a plan B." York said, lowering his gun and dropping it to the ground. "And when I want someone dead, they die."
"Not this time." Peter said, as Mozzie quickly walked over to where Neal was standing. Neal untied him and Mozzie removed the gag.
"There are three men." Mozzie called out in warning. But it was too late. The third man stood up from behind a large crate, armed with a gun.
"Kill Burke!" York shouted.
The man pulled the trigger and Peter fell to the ground as a bullet slammed into his chest. Three of the agents fired at the gunman, killing him instantly.
"Peter!" Three frantic voices called out as Neal, Jones, and Diana rushed to the fallen man.
"Damn that hurt." Peter winced, as he slowly sat up. "I think my bullet proof vest needs more padding."
"This isn't over Burke!" York yelled out angrily as two agents led him to a car. The man seemed extremely mad that Peter wasn't dead.
"What mad that gunman pull the trigger?" Jones asked, as he helped Peter to his feet. "He had to have known that he would be killed."
"York is very persuasive." Peter said. "I guess the guy chose fast and almost painless over slow and very painful."
"Thank you." Mozzie said, looking at them. "I really mean it."
"Not a problem, Mozzie." Peter said. "Just don't make a habit out of being kidnapped by a narcissistic lunatic."
"Wasn't planning on it." Mozzie assured him.
Peter and the others walked to the cars and headed back to the bureau. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that it wasn't really over. It was too easy, York wouldn't have only have a plan B. He would have had a plan C as well.
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Again, sorry about the delay. I will have the finale chapter up by tomorrow, hope you like it.