I'm so sorry it took so long to post! This part is not beta'd right now; I'll post it when my beta'r is finished with it, until then you'll have to settle for my not so great proofread. ;-)

Keller's probably a little OOC, but I wanted him to be a little more evil, so he is.

Side note: I have not seen the sixth season but I do know *Spoiler Alert!* that Keller is in the that season. But that's all I know so no spoilers for me please, thank you!

Peter, most of the White Collar crew, a few people from tech and missing persons had worked as hard as they could to figure out where Keller had Neal, but had come up with dead ends.

The recording from the watch was still messed up somehow so there were no leads from that. But tech was still trying.

The thing that downloaded to Peter's laptop was some sort of virus, but tech couldn't figure out how it got on there.

The recording of Neal was played over and over for any hints to where Neal was, but all they came up with was the room he was in had old and decrepit walls that suggested an old or abandoned building. There just wasn't enough to look at from their view.

Peter, Jones, Diana and Elizabeth all tried to reach Mozzie, but he wouldn't answer any of the numbers they knew about and he wasn't at Neal's apartment either. And who knows where the little guy's hideouts were. 'Probably Neal,' Peter had thought to himself. 'but what help is that now?'

So when Keller called Peter's phone two hours after his threat, the only thing Peter could say was that they were trying. That obviously wasn't good enough for him and everyone had to watch as Neal was beaten by the bastard.

Peter thought that he was going to be sick when he watched Keller hit Neal over and over, and one of the new probies that giggled like a school girl every time Neal smiled at her left in a rush to the bathroom after the screen went blank again probably to do just that.

The last image of Neal was of his head on his chest with his hair hanging so Peter couldn't see his face. It may have been a small mercy because Peter wasn't sure he could stand to see Neal in so much pain. And he was pretty sure that they wouldn't get the same twisted generosity in two more hours.

Two more hours. That was not long enough to figure out where Neal was. They were going to have to watch Neal get beaten, or worse, again.

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Three minutes and thirty-five seconds.

Neal decided that it was very boring to just sit in a chair for hours. He was a man of action, not of inaction. He always liked to go undercover because he was in the middle of it all. And the van was like torture to his active nature. Well, maybe not quite torture.

There was nothing to do but watch the numbers count down, one by one until Keller came back in to hurt him again. Then it starts all over again.

It may be boring to watch time tick by, but Neal decided that it was a hell of a lot better than what was going to happen when the timer reached zero.

Any and all attempts to get out of his bindings were fruitless. Anything short of dislocating his thumb didn't seem to work, and Neal wasn't that desperate; yet. He believed that Peter would come and save him soon enough, he would just have endure until then.

Just like last time, Keller walked in right when the timer started beeping. "Nice to see you again, Caffery. Cozy?"

"You know, I was just starting to get comfortable," Neal said and wiggled around in his seat a little. "This chair is really good for my posture."

"Good to know. I'll be sure to change that." He smiled menacingly and turned on the camera. He walked in front of Neal and pulled a knife out of his pocket. "Your master failed you again, and now you'll have to pay, again."

Neal's stomach clenched in fear as Keller brought the knife closer to Neal's face. "Wait!" Neal yelled and reflexively tried to move his arms to fend Keller off, but they stayed stubbornly behind his back. But lucky for Neal, Keller actually stopped. "You're not going to get the treasure this way. The FBI doesn't know where it is."

Keller moved the knife along Neal's face like some sort of twisted parody of a caress. "The Feds may not know where to look, but I'm sure they can find Mozzie and he'll lead them to the treasure. The little guy knows, right? Or did keep your dirty little secret from everyone?"

Keller moved the knife to Neal's chest and pressed the tip of the blade just enough to draw blood. Neal winced, but didn't answer.

"We both know that you didn't tell Burke, or you'd be wearing orange." He put a little more pressure to the knife. "Does Sara know? Alex, you still in touch with her? Would you have told Kate if she was alive?"

Neal shook his head. "You're a bastard," he whispered.

Keller smiled and in one quick motion slashed the knife down Neal's chest, cutting open his shirt and slicing skin. Neal held in a groan as best as he could as he pinched his eyes shut and breathed fast through his nose.

After a minute Neal opened his pained blue eyes again and looked into Keller's cold brown ones. "Your plan's not going to work," Neal told him. "The FBI doesn't negotiate with sadistic kidnappers, especially to give away billions of dollars worth of treasure for a CI."

"Bet that hurts. You risk your life day in and day out, but they still don't even trust you as far as they can throw you. And don't lie to yourself that Burke is any different. At the end of the day, he's a fed, and feds are our natural predator."

"I'm nothing like you," Neal spat.

"I don't know about that. Were both thieves, liars, artists, con-men. We're more alike than you and Burke."

"I'm not a murderer, or a sadist."

Keller nodded in agreement. "True." He put the blade back on Neal's chest again. "Ya know, you could just tell me where it is and I'll finish you quickly."

Neal stared at Keller with pure hatred in his eyes. "Go to hell."

"In due time," Keller replied.

The blade swept across Neal chest and made a shallow but long cut. Neal couldn't help but cry out as pain followed the path of the blade. Two more slices across his stomach had Neal gasping in pain.

"Your pathetic," Keller said in disgust.

"Give me that knife...and we'll see...how pathetic you are," Neal panted.

Keller chuckled. "You don't have the balls," he said arrogantly.

"You'd be surprised what I'm capable of...when motivated." Neal opened his eyes again when he felt the blade on his leg.

"Now that would be interesting. You and me, one on one. Battling it out." Keller took the blade off Neal's leg and held it at his side. "Who do you think would win?" He asked.

"Untie me and we'll find out."

A grin spread across Keller's face. "I would have considered that if you weren't so important to my plan."

"It's nice to know I'm not expendable."

Keller shrugged. "Just for the time being." He suddenly swung the knife and cut Neal arm, just below the shoulder.

Neal yelped in pain and surprise. He pinched his eyes shut but turned back to Keller when he started talking again.

"You have two more hours," he said to the camera. "Next time I'm thinking a cattle prod or fire poker." He turned to Neal. "Which one would you like, Caffery?"

"Screw you, Keller," Neal replied.

Keller shrugged. "Fine, I'll surprise you," Keller said. He then turned off the camera and left.

Neal looked down at his chest and saw that the cuts were all bleeding, but weren't life threatening. He looked at the cut on his arm and saw that it was deeper than the others, but he wouldn't bleed out from it either. Keller wanted to inflict the most damage he could without killing him. There was no point in killing him; yet.

Neal let out a shaky breath, which just made his bruised body hurt worse.

'Peter is coming. All I have to do is endure until then,' He told himself.

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I should post a new chapter tomorrow or the next day. I'll be better to you guys, promise!