Neal was woken by a swift slap to his right cheek. It took is eyes a moment to adjust to the blinding light in whatever room he was in, in fact it took him a moment to even figure what had happened to him in the first place. It was then that he realized his hands were and cuffed behind him in the chair he was sitting in. He began to panic and look around frantically to piece together what was happening.

"Rise and shine beautiful." A husky voice said from behind him. Neal knew that voice. It belonged to Adam Westburn, who Neal could of sworn was in jail.

Where he was made sense now, he was in some sort of interrogation room. And the reason why just revealed itself.

"Mr. Caffrey, it's a pleasure to see you again, I must admit I've been dreaming about the day where we would meet again."

"Anthony." Neal nodded with a grim smile. His memory came back to him then. He was in Mozzie's apartment trying to find him, when he just felt a blunt force to the back of his head, and he vaguely remembered being dragged into a car… And Peter's voice? Well he wasn't sure on that one; he could have just been hearing things. "What do you want?"

"I think you know Neal… Think, think real hard… All the way back to when we first met."

"Ah the necklace." Neal said with a slight laugh. "It's gone." Which was true, Neal ad given it to Kate, and whatever she did with it he would never know.

"Gone?" Anthony questioned. Neal noticed Anthony make eye contact to the man behind Neal then nodded his head. Right after that a fist planted itself on Neal's jaw.

Neal groaned softly and spit a small amount of blood onto the floor beneath him. "Yes gone. I gave it away a long time ago, not really thinking that you and I would ever meet again."

Anthony just chuckled and nodded before punching Neal ten times harder than the man before him had. "But we did meet again, and you almost screwed me over for a second time. I would have never guessed you would become a rodent for the FBI, or that I would almost go to prison because of you!" Anthony took a moment to calm himself down before speaking again. "You are just a problem Neal, a problem that needs to disappear. Permanently."

Neal understood then, Anthony's true purpose tonight was to kill him. "If you kill me, the FBI will never stop hunting you."

"No Neal, they would but your little friend Peter might not give up, so I will give him a reason too. I'll just send Adam over here to her pretty little house, and have him bash her pretty little skull in."

Neal lost his composure then. "Don't you ever fucking touch her! You leave her out of this! This is about you and me!"

For his outburst Neal received another punch. He could feel how bad his face was. His lip was busted and bleeding. His nose was split at the bridge with a nice little cut. And his left eye was now swollen shut.

Neal looked up from is lap to see Anthony now had a gun pointed in his face. Neal let out a small sigh, he would never think he would die staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Boss! Cops! There everywhere! We have to go!" A man yelled as he burst through the door. Neal just looked at Anthony and grinned.

"Looks like you're going down after all, you were right Peter would never give up." Just when Neal had thought he was safe the gun went off. He had just been shot point blank in the chest.

Before Neal lost consensuses his mind drifted to Sara, and how beautiful she was. Then to a conversation they had once, about how she was afraid she would end up like Kate, and be without Neal, of course Sara was implying that Neal would end up in prison again, not 6 feet under.

Everything went black. Neal was left in the room handcuffed to a chair, with a slow flood of blood soaking down his shirt.

I'm pretty pleased with this chapter. What do you think?