A/N I know that I keep saying this but I'm sorry for the long update for such a short chapter. Summer is almost here and I will update sooner. Please review and if you like the Selection also check out A Charmingly Broken story which I will add another chapter to.

"Peter." Neal's voice cracked on that one word and had he not been one hundred percent done, he would have kicked himself for being so vulnerable. "I need your help." Neal admitted, turning his face to his shoes so he wouldn't have to look at Peter's smug face. That bastard, he thought imagining the small smirk from his small victory of changing Neal.

"What with?" Peter questioned and try as he may, he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice.

"I know the man who has Kate, and I know what he wants. But I can't get it to him, without your help and a damn good forgery." Neal bit out, gritting his teeth and looking Peter square in the face. Thus, reminding Peter that while Neal was not a naturally violent man, he knew how to protect himself and who he cared about.

"Okay tell me your plan and I will run it by Hughes." Peter sighed, hoping that the plan, that would certainly skirt the law, would be on the right side of the law. The one that didn't end up with Neal in an orange jumpsuit and him without a badge.

"I already have a forgery made, well… I used to. After everything with Kate, I burned it; I didn't want you to think that I was going against you again. I didn't want to lose you again. I didn't want to screw up again. But Sam he found out about it, except he thought it was the real thing. Now he wants it, but I don't have the real one or the forgery to give. However, if we can set it up and get a warrant, Peter, this man has done some pretty horrible things. He used young naïve artists who just want to paint and makes them into his slaves, to do anything and everything that he wants them to do, if we can get Hughes on board, we could take him down and rescue Kate." Neal explained, rubbing irritably at his shoulder, remembering the scars that remained on his back from being that slave to Sam. Yet, Neal had to admit; he had been asking for it, he had gone to Sam himself. That didn't make what Sam did right: turning Neal into his own personal punching bag, and whipping him until he did a good enough job.

Peter bowed his head, thinking the plan over. If he had to be honest, it wasn't bad, he was sure Hughes would jump on board and he was positive that Jones and Diana would help out. They would do anything to keep the CI out of jail because even though they would deny it, they had all grown close to the suave con-man who turned in his devilishly charming smile for a less cocky, genuine one. Peter ran his hand and went to call Hughes, nodding at Caffery. Neal did the same, only to call Mozzie, If they were going to get into Sam's apartment there had to be a tip. He was a conman after all and he still had a few tricks up his sleeve that Peter didn't know about.

"I talked to Hughes, he agrees that this could be a huge bust for us and said that with supervision you can create a forgery of The Scream." Peter said with a pointed look and a mumbled damn art freaks.

"Okay when does the operation go down?" Neal asked, his blue eyes shining at the opportunity to gain Kate back.

"Tomorrow Night, but there is something that you won't like." Peter trailed off, refusing to look Neal in his sea-blue eyes.

"Peter." Neal warned his heart spiking. Did he want him to carry a gun?

"He knows what you look like, we need to um…" Peter couldn't finish the sentence.

"What?" Neal was only a few shallow breaths from a panic attack; Peter needed to finish that sentence.

"You have to die your hair blonde. And wear colored contacts to make one eye green and one eye brown. We also have to… Well I don't know how to say this but we need to fabricate an old bullet wound on your back." Peter explained, knowing that the blonde dye would wear off in a couple of weeks.

"We can do without the bullet scar." Neal growled, he had enough scars on his back from Sam to last a lifetime, he didn't need a bullet wound too.

"Neal, it's for your cover you have to look badass not the pampered patron you look like today." Peter sighed, exasperated.

"I have scars on my back already." Neal explained, diverting his blue eyes from the mocha iris of Peter's.

"You do? Yeah right." Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah I do." Neal spat, unbuttoning his blue striped shirt and loosening his charcoal tie.

He undid every ivory button, shrugging it off. He turned around and Peter gasped. His huge hand covering his pink mouth. Peter wordlessly moved forward and peered at the whip-like marks on Neal' s back. Neal stiffened when Peter took a ling finger and traced scar after scar on his perfectly freckled skin. Peter moved his hand back when he got to the small of Neal's back where a single burn mark lay.

"Cigar." Neal stated, turning back around.

"Who?" Peter breathed.

"Sam Edwards, I was his artistic Mule. He whipped me until I did the job quick and correctly. One day I snapped at him and he burned me." Neal supplied, leaving off the part about having a steel chair smash into his head.

"I'm so sorry Neal, I didn't know." Peter apologized. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Let me nail this bastard."

Peter smirked, if there was one thing he could do, it was that.

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