Hey guys! Sorry the last chapter was so short, and this one is pretty short too. So sorry! Let's see what's gonna happen next!
As always, I own nothing of these two shows. I also am my own beta reader, so any mistakes are mine. I tried to catch any, but *shrug*
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Neal answered the phone. "Peter, I was just going to call you. I-"
"I'm sorry, Agent Burke isn't available right now," a cruel voice interrupted. Neal's eyes went wide and John grabbed the phone, putting it on speaker while remaining silent.
"Franklin," Neal hissed. The chuckle that followed sent shivers down Caffrey's spine. "Where is Peter?"
"He's a little preoccupied at the moment," came the snide reply. Neal ground his teeth together.
John walked a short distance away, calling Finch again. "Harold, we have a situation. It would seem that Delooney has Burke. He called Neal on Burke's phone; I need you to trace the phone's location."
"Right away, Mr. Reese," Finch replied. When John said nothing, Finch could practically feel the ex-CIA agent berating himself, and he continued talking. "This is not your fault, John. You couldn't have known that Agent Burke was going to be the first victim. You went with what you thought was the right choice and you can't blame yourself for that."
"Let me know when you find it please," John requested with a tight sounding voice after a few moments. Finch sighed.
"I will."
John stayed on the line, waiting for any news while Neal continued talking to Franklin. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Payback," came the simple reply. "I have Burke, but I need you as well. If you can get to the address I'm about to give you within twenty minutes, Peter remains unharmed for now. But after twenty minutes, every five minutes will result in something happening to poor Peter."
"I want to talk to him," Neal insisted. Franklin chuckled again.
"Sorry, no can do. Remember-twenty minutes, Caffrey." The line went dead, and Neal looked at John helplessly.
"Finch?" Reese urged.
"I've got it," came the hurried reply. Just then, Neal's phone dinged with a text from Peter's number. Caffrey glanced down at it.
"It's an address," he explained, holding the phone out to John.
"Harold, what's the location Agent Burke is being held at?"
Finch started reading off the address and John confirmed that it was the same address that had been sent to Neal's phone.
"We're only a few minutes away from there," John realized.
"Mr. Reese, I am well aware that I will not be able to convince you to wait for the authorities to get there and help, but please be careful! This sounds like a formidable man. Everything seems to be planned and thought out."
"I'll be careful Harold," John promised. "I'll keep you updated if I can," he added before he disconnected the call. Without saying anything else, the con man and the ex-CIA agent hurried off towards the address they had been given.
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John slowed to a stop, forcing Neal to stop as well as they neared the old building. "It definitely looks like a place to hold someone hostage," Neal commented. "So what's the plan when we get in there?"
John had been thinking about that very question almost the entire way over. He had a few plans, but he didn't like at least one aspect in each of them. "I think the best thing we can do is have you go in first. I'll come in after you, but I'll stick to the shadows so that he doesn't see me. I'll keep you in my sights at all times, and if I think something is going to happen, I'm getting you out of there," John explained. Neal opened his mouth to argue the last point, but John held up his hand. "As soon as I get you out of the building I promise. I will go back in for Agent Burke."
Neal didn't look exceptionally happy with the plan, but he finally nodded in agreement and the two of them walked towards the building. John followed a short distance behind, waiting about thirty seconds after Neal entered the building to go in himself. True to his word, he stuck to the shadows, watching Neal's every move.
"Franklin?" Neal called out, turning around, trying to find any sign of Peter. He wandered further into the building, searching for any sign of Peter or Delooney. After a few minutes of wandering, John was about to call out to Nea, but Neal's cell phone started ringing, making the con man jump. He answered it after only two rings. "Mozzie?"
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"Mozzie?"
"Neal, I'm glad I got you in time. Peter's in trouble," Mozzie stated.
"I know he is, I got a call from Delooney telling me where to meet him."
"What?" Mozzie sounded very confused. A sick feeling grew in Neal's stomach.
"Delooney called. He said he had Peter and that he would hurt him if I didn't get to the address he was calling from in twenty minutes. Peter's phone was pinged from the address as well," he explained.
"Neal, you need to get out of there now!" Mozzie insisted, almost yelling. "Peter isn't in some random building; he was stabbed just outside the FBI office twenty minutes ago!" Neal felt like he had been punched in the gut as his friend continued. "According to Jones, Peter got a call from someone stating that they had you. He left the building but was ambushed almost immediately upon exiting. His phone was stolen from the scene."
Neal turned around with panic in his eyes, which John immediately noticed. He came out of the shadows, not caring if anyone knew he was there anymore. He knew something was wrong and the only thing he cared about was getting Neal out of there.
He reached the con man and grabbed his arm, hauling him towards the exit. They had barely gone half a dozen paces though before there was a loud boom. The walls started crumbling around them, and the floor gave out from under their feet, plunging both of them down into darkness.
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Dun dun dun... :D Good news is the next chapter is already written, just need to read over it again and decide when I want to post it...
Let me know what you think?