Dear Leonore09, I understand your point, but in my story Keller thinks that the FBI can either find the treasure or someone close to Neal that knows about it. And he knows that Peter will do anything he can to save Neal, even giving the treasure to Keller. The FBI is very good at finding people or things that don't want to be found. Kate in season one is a good example; Peter found her when Mozzie and Neal couldn't.

Keller has also had a rivalry with Neal for a long time and this is a way to beat him it the game they were playing, to break him physically and emotionally.

And yes, part of it is so I can hurt Neal. I write these stories for my own pleasure, but if other people like them as well then that's great, but if not then so be it.

I hope that helped to make you understand the story more.

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Ok, so here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

The moment Jones told him that Neal was gone; Peter knew that his day just got a hell of a lot worse. But he would have never expected what happened a few hours later.

Raquel and the amulet were gone as well. Somehow she had gotten out of the building without being seen, so Peter suspected that she had at least one escape route hidden in the building.

When they finally fixed the GPS on the watch, it lead them to a dumpster three blocks away from where they last saw Neal. Unfortunately Neal wasn't attached to it, grinning like an idiot when they opened up the dumpster and telling Peter he took long enough to get there. No, Neal was gone.

Did he run? Peter didn't think he would in the middle of an operation, but you never know what to expect with him.

Did Raquel take him? She may have not looked that intimidating, but anyone with a gun could kidnap someone. Or she had help.

Peter didn't know what to think, so after he did all that he could at the scene, he went back to the bureau to see if anyone else had something.

The moment he got off the elevator, Peter knew that something was happening. Most of the agents were in the conference room. Hughes was at the head of the table talking to his agents about something. And Jones was on Peter's laptop for some reason.

When Peter walked in everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Peter. "What? Do you guys have a lead?"

Hughes looked grim. "Your laptop uploaded something to itself." Hughes pointed at the laptop and Jones turned it around.

"We wouldn't have known, but I left mine at home and just used yours," Jones explained, but Peter was too busy staring at the screen to really care about his words.

There was a window pulled up and in the middle of the screen were a few simple words. 'Waiting for Peter Burke...' The dots after his name were appearing one by one then disappeared just to start over again, as if they were just waiting for Peter to come in.

Peter turned to looked at Hughes and saw that the same image was on the flat screen on the wall behind his boss.

"What the hell is this?" Peter asked to no one in particular.

Hughes started to say something when the screen went black. All agents looked at either the laptop or the TV as an image appeared.

Neal was sitting in a chair. He didn't look like he was hurt, but he looked pissed off. It looked like his hands were tied behind his back and, much to Peter's confusion; a manacle was around Neal's left ankle. But when he saw who was standing in front of his partner and heard that cocky voice everything seemed to make a lot more sense.

"This is going to be fun," Keller said and turned to address the camera.

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Five minutes and twenty-four seconds. The red numbers on the clock were taunting him. Five minutes and some odd seconds until Keller came in and did god knows what to him.

Keller wouldn't actually hurt him, would he? He was a lot of things, but Neal was pretty sure that he wasn't evil enough to torture him. Of course Neal didn't think that Keller was a killer until he shot one their partners after a heist.

In the last hour and fifty or so minutes since Keller turned the camera back off and left, Neal tried to find a way out of his bindings, but it seems that Keller took everything to help him escape and then some. Keller took his jacket, tie, tie bar, glasses, cuff links and the FBI's watch all before he woke up.

The zip ties were very tight and any attempt to get out of them only resulted in the sharp plastic cutting into his wrists.

The minutes ticked by as Neal tried to come up with a plan. If he somehow got out of the zip ties he would still have to deal with the ankle cuff. He already pulled on it, but it seemed to be secured to something behind him. With the way he was tied up, he couldn't turn around to see where the chain went either. And if some how he got past those two obstacles, he still had the thick metal door with no lock on this side to pick.

As much as Neal hated to admit, Keller did a good job at securing him. It wouldn't be easy, but he was The Neal Caffrey after all.

Neal looked back at the timer as the last seconds counted down. The moment it hit zero and started beeping Keller walked in with his stupid smirk still intact.

"Look at that, just in time," he said. He walked over to the timer and turned it off. He then turned the camera on. "Say 'hi!'"

Neal remained quiet and just glared at Keller.

Keller circled Neal like a shark,"I called your owner and he said that he didn't have what I wanted yet, so I'm going to show him what happens when I don't get what I want."

"You going to throw a fit?" Neal asked.

"Funny," Keller said in a tone that suggested that he didn't find it funny at all.

Keller stopped in front of Neal. The look of glee was back in his eyes as he landed his first blow. It hit Neal right in the stomach and knocked the air out of his lungs. Then he hit him again, and again. In the chest, stomach and face. Pain burned though Neal like fire from each hit. It seemed like forever before he finally stopped the vicious assault.

Neal panted and let his head rest on his chest. He could feel blood trailing down his hands and on to the floor from his cut wrists. One of the blows to his face caused his nose to bleed too and it dripped on to his white shirt. The pain in his chest pulsed with the beat of his heart and just breathing made it worse.

"You have two more hours to get the treasure. And next time I won't hold back," Keller told the camera and left.

Neal looked up to see that he turned the camera back off and started the timer again. Two more hours until Keller came back in and didn't hold back.

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