No. This isn't happening! Peter thought as he looked into the box Diana was holding. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw something, hit something, anything! He took a few steps back and started pacing.

Jones let out a worried sigh. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know…. There's no way of knowing." Diana said devastation creeping its way into her voice. They both turned their gaze towards the sick conman. He sat where they had left him ten minutes ago, but now his skin was ashy with sweat droplets forming along his hair line and his body was wracked with tremors every few seconds.

"We have to try-" Jones started to say but Peter cut him off.

"Try? Try what? What are you going to do, Jones? What the hell are you going to do?" Peter yelled angrily. Not because he was angry at Jones, but because he was furious about the whole predicament they were in. It was supposed to be easy. They were supposed to find the antidote and give it to Neal and save him. Not this. "I'm sorry…..I'm sorry, Jones." Peter said quietly.

"It is fine, Peter." Jones understood. He knew his boss was just frustrated and worried. Hell, they all were. Diana spoke up.

"Look, guys, I don't know how we are going to figure this out, but I know that we will. We will fix this. We have to." Diana said as all three agents looked at Neal.

"Yeah." Peter said quietly as he made his way over to the conman. He squatted down so he was eye level with his best friend. Neal looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. "Hey."

Peter tried to smile back. "Hey. How ya holding up?"

Neal waited till the tremors subsided. "I'm fine. How are you?" Neal asked supporting a feeble laugh.

"Ha. I'm alright, considering that I'm missing the game." Peter said trying to covey some humor to take Neal's mind off of the side effects of the poison.

"I'm sure you aren't missing much. They will lose anyway." Neal countered smiling at Peter.

"Oh? Well, you look good in orange." Peter said as he rocked back on his heels. Diana and Jonas were now standing next to Peter and Neal. A tremor passed over Neal then he spoke.

"So, did you find anything?" Neal asked hopeful. He watched as the three agents shared a look, one that wasn't uplifting. It was Peter who spoke.

"Yeah, we found….something." Peter stated with a quick intake of breath. Neal looked to Peter skeptically. "The antidote?"

"Yeah….. we think so." Peter took a sideways glance at Diana as he spoke. "But….. there's something else." Neal swallowed loudly. "What?"

Jones, who now held the box, squatted down to show its components to the conman.

Neal looked at it quizzically.

"I… don't understand." Neal looked to all three agents for any explanation. He fingered at the quilt that was draped over him then curled his fingers around the edge and squeezed as another tremor ran through him. "What's the problem?" Neal asked.

Jones and Diana looked at Peter volunteering him to explain.

"We…we don't know which one is the antidote." Peter said as he looked down at his feet.

Neal stared at Peter then looked down at the box Jones still held. Inside were five syringes. Diana handed him a piece of paper. "This was also in the box." She stated.

Neal took the paper with a shaky hand. It was a note that read:

If you are reading this, you must have found the antidote. I hope you didn't expect it to be so easy. Each syringe contains a different fluid. Only one is the antidote, the rest are filled with poison. Don't try to test it on yourself. Neal will need the entire antidote to survive.

Neal read the note several times trying to find an underlying message, but finding none he handed the note back to Diana and looked down. "So…now what?"

Peter sighed as he sat down next to Neal.

"I don't know….. but I promise, we will figure it out."

AN: Let me know what you think! :)