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Chapter 2: Consciousness and Paranoia

12 hours had passed and still no sign of either Caffrey or Keller. If Neal doesn't magically appear out of thin air in the next 36 hours, he would officially be classified as a fugitive. It was around 4AM so with a frustrated sigh Hughes looked at his worn out agents and said, "go home people. We can't do much to help Caffrey if we are dead on our feet. Let's regroup at 11AM." While checking for his keys. "It's just frustrating how quickly Keller grabbed him and went underground." Said Jones as he ran a hand over his face in annoyance.

"I know. Remember 11AM" replied Hughes as he walked out of the conference room.

"Do you think we can find him?" asked Jones after a while.

"I don't know. I sure hope so. It is Neal after all, if he wants to be found he will do his best to let that happen. But I can't help but think what if he is too hurt to leave a trail behind? What if he is already… you know? And I am pretty sure even if we fill Peter in later on; he'd say Neal ran because he didn't want to face the consequences of his actions. You know how Peter gets when Elizabeth is involved; no matter who you are, if you hurt her he could hold a grudge that's the size of the universe against you." answered Diana as she was looking out of the window at the bustling street of the city.

"Di, you cannot think that way. Neal doesn't give up easily. Its Caffrey we are talking about remember? I know Peter and I agree with you completely and that's why it is up to the three of us to prove everybody else wrong and bring Neal back. Safely." Said Jones while squeezing Diana's shoulder in reassurance. "Come on, let's catch an hour or two of sleep before we continue our search." He continued, handing her the jacket that was thrown hastily three chairs away.

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Meanwhile, the soon to be wanted man regained consciousness to find himself bound and in a dark place that was…moving? He didn't have much room to move let alone stretch. Trying to recall how he ended up wherever he currently is, Neal took a moment to himself. The treasure. Elizabeth. His fight with Keller. Then nothing. Neal kept drawing up blank whenever he thought of what happened after that. Deducing that with his current bound state and restraint, Keller kidnapped him. He tried to rub his ankles together, in hopes of the anklet chaffing his other ankle. It took him a while to do that, as he had to keep rubbing to rip off the tape that kept his ankles bound. He soon discovered that he has been right all along. He's been kidnapped and his anklet is missing. "Well this day keeps getting better," thought Neal sarcastically. "FBI thinks I am on the run and Keller is probably gonna kill me". It was after trying to push the top of the box that he's in with his feet in order to get out, that he registered the pain in his abdomen and his right shoulder. The pain was bad enough that it knocked him back into unconsciousness.

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Dante Haversham, more commonly known as Mozzie, never thought that he would willingly enter the FBI HQ more than 2 times in his life. And yet here he was, looking through the glass doors and into the cubicles of the White Collar division that is located on the 21st floor. Not wanting to go in any further, he hoped that Diana or Jones could see him from their cubicle and come out so Mozzie could lecture them about the importance of answering their cellphones, especially after he spent the night blowing them up with a missed call after the other. He needed answers regarding his friend's missing case, and he needed them fast.

Diana Berrigan was not having a good day, or night. As the clock kept ticking, so did Neal's time limit. Despite the way they usually acted around each other, she had grown fond of the ex-conman and considered him a close friend and part of her extended family here at the FBI. She couldn't bare the thought of anything happening to him. And that is why at 6:45AM she was stepping off the elevator and onto the 21st floor, hoping to get some sort of lead that will help them find the missing ex-conman.

Deep in thought, she didn't notice the little guy standing frozen in front of the glass doors. "Hey! What are you-" she started but never got to finish as she realized who it was that she bumped into.

"Mozzie? What are you doing here?" she asked the frozen guy.

"Uh. Lady Suit, how convenient. I am here to see you. I called you and Jones all night yesterday and you never replied, I have a very bad feeling about this." Said Mozzie urgently after snapping from his own world.

Sighing, the agent looked softly at him as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into one of the back offices that they had. "Listen Moz and listen well. Neal is missing and you already know that. We know that Keller most likely took him and we are doing our best to play this from every angle and to bring him home. However, if we don't do this in the approximately 32 hours then Neal is considered a fugitive and will have every law enforcement officer looking after him. The best way to help him is by trying to get in touch with your underground friends and see if there's any chatter about Keller or Neal." She said calmly, in hopes of having Mozzie cooperate with them, the more people out there looking for Neal, the better. "Also with Peter and Neal's recent… development… we are keeping the Burkes out of it." She added as an afterthought.

"I will do everything I can to help. Please keep me in the loop Lady Suit. I know the Suit is probably still upset with Neal and won't think logically so wise decision on your end." Answered Mozzie hastily as he was already stepping onto the elevator. "Good luck." Added Diana while shaking her head with a slight smile at the guy's typical antics.

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Regaining consciousness, Neal slowly became aware of his surrounding. "Well, well, well, sleeping beauty awakens at last." Said an awfully familiar voice.

"Keller?" said Neal hoarsely while blinking to adjust his eyes to the sudden light.

"One and only." Replied Keller

"What do you want from me? You got what you wanted, you have the treasure, why do you need me?" countered Neal.

"I need you to do one last thing for me, before I decide to let you go or kill you." Answered Keller casually.

"Oh yeah? And what is it that you need? Where am I anyways?" questioned Neal, trying to get any answer out his nemesis.

"A forgery. A Raphael to be exact. I know how much you love him and how good you are at painting and making forgeries. I tried with two other artists but they couldn't do it right so I had to have you do it. Plus I need you to pull the job to switch it out." Answered Keller with his overly arrogant tone.

"Why would I ever help you? And you never answered me. Where am I?" asked Neal again.

"Because if you don't Caffrey, those you care about will die, slowly and painfully. I hear a certain June Ellington is a very nice and welcoming lady. Or better yet, Sara Ellis is one of the best you can get. Don't you agree?" Asked Keller with a huge smirk on his face. "I am just getting started."

"Don't you dare hurt them, any of them. Not June, Sara, Diana, Jones, Mozzie, Peter or Elizabeth. I'll do whatever you want just keep them out of it." Said Neal hurriedly; trying to keep those he cares about safe.

"I can do that. For now. And to answer your previous question, we are on private jet, headed to D.C. you are gonna forge Raphael's Saint George and then help me switch it out from the National Gallery of Art. Or else Neal…"