This chapter is beta'd by 'Ummm. Okay I got nuthin'.

Peter's phone started ringing and everyone just looked at it for a second. Peter didn't have anything new to tell Keller, so he really didn't want to talk to him again. But he picked up the phone nonetheless.

"Keller."

"Burke, it's great to hear your voice again!" Keller's voice said through the speaker on Peter's phone. "So, you know where the treasure is yet?"

Peter sighed. "No, we don't know yet. But we're-"

Keller cut Peter off. "I don't care about how hard you're trying! I want my treasure!" He yelled, dropping his cheerful act like a rock, then all Peter could hear was the dial tone.

Peter took the phone away from his ear and looked at it like he didn't understand what it was or why it was there. He quickly snapped out of his daze and turned to the agent that was trying to trace the call.

The agent shook his head. "Sorry, I couldn't get it," he said.

"Damn it!" Peter yelled and resisted throwing the phone at the wall.

When the laptop showed the image Neal tied to the chair again Peter couldn't wait to get his hands around Keller's neck. The bastard was going to pay, that much was for certain.

When Keller pulled the knife out of his pocket everyone knew that he was completely serious about his threats. He wouldn't stop until he had the treasure or Neal was dead. Unfortunately no one knew where the treasure or Mozzie was, so the latter seemed to be more likely.

But Peter was definitely not going to give up. If Mozzie was still in the city, Peter was going to find him.

One of the problems with the plan to give the treasure to Keller was that the higher ups would never trade the treasure for a criminal. But if Peter did find Mozzie and he gave him the treasure, Peter would go rouge and save Neal. Even though he'd most likely had the treasure all along. He was still Peter's friend and he was still a human being that was being tortured. And if Peter could do something to stop it, he wasn't going to just sit on his thumbs and watch Neal getting creatively tortured every two hours.

WCWCWCWC

Literally like clockwork, Keller sauntered in to the room two hours after he left. He was casually holding a cattle prod in his hand.

'Looks like he chose,' Neal thought to himself.

"It was a hard decision, but I just had to go with this." He pressed a button on the handle of the stick and electricity shot between the two prongs.

Neal swallowed hard and unconsciously tested his bonds. They didn't give, of course, but it was worth a try.

"Did you know that you could get these things for dogs? It seemed fitting so I couldn't resist." Keller turned off the timer and turned on the camera.

Neal didn't need a professional opinion to know that Keller was insane. The manic look in his eyes was proof enough.

He walked up to Neal and put the prongs on his chest but didn't turn the device on. Neal refused to let the terror that he felt inside show on his face. "Burke still won't hand over the treasure. Do you think he hasn't found it by now, or he just doesn't want you back?" He moved the prongs to one of the cuts and pushed them in until it started bleeding again then turned the cattle prod on.

Pain like no other coursed through Neal's body and he couldn't help but scream. It was overwhelming and all consuming. Then, just as fast as it started, the pain dulled down to what Neal was becoming far too used to.

"I made a few adjustments to it. It wasn't letting out enough watts, so I fixed it up. What do you think?"

Neal didn't answer. Even if he could answer he wouldn't have. Just when he was starting to get his breath back the pain was back again. From the blood pounding in his ears he couldn't tell if he screamed or not, but he probably did.

He must have passed out because the next thing he remembered was a hard slap to the face. His head snapped to the side and he moaned but didn't open his eyes.

"You can't check out on me that fast. I still need you." Keller's voice was like nails on chalkboard at this point. Neal's head was pounding and he just wanted to sleep.

"You're supposed to treat something important nicely," Neal mumbled.

Keller didn't speak for several seconds and Neal was tempted to open his eyes and see why, but he felt that he would lose his battle against throwing up and didn't want to risk it.

"I think this is much more fun," Keller finally said.

There was a pressure on his chest again and he steeled himself for more pain. When none came he opened his eyes and looked into what had to be the eyes of the devil. Keller smiled and shocked him again.

Pain shot through Neal's body and screamed until his voice was hoarse. By the time Keller stopped, tears of pain, fear and exhaustion unwillingly spilled from his eyes. His breath was coming in shallow pants. Every single one of his nerves were screaming with pain. His head was far too heavy at the moment, so he let it rest on his chest.

Maybe if Keller thought that he was unconscious again he would leave him alone for two more hours. He didn't leave though. Neal didn't see him, but he could feel his breath on his neck that stunk of cigarettes. And when he spoke, he could tell that he was right next to his ear.

"How much longer can you endure the penalties of your master's inaction? By the looks of it, not much longer," he whispered. When Neal didn't say anything Keller grabbed his hair and forced his head up.

Neal met Keller's gaze and spat in his face. Keller responded by punching him across the jaw. Stars exploded in his eyes and he welcomed the painless darkness that was calling him.

Ooh, bad Keller!

Reveiws make me smile!