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Classified material:
Security level: Alpha
Date: April 2, 2011 2300 hours
Location: Classified
Record of top secret meeting between the Director of the FBI, Robert Muller, head of the White Collar Unit Agent, Reese Hughes, and the head of Black Operations, (Classified).
Beginning transmission…Now:

"No! For the last time Reese, Burke cannot be on this case!"
"With all due respect sir, Burke caught Caffrey twice he may-"
"God damnit Reese, we are not dealing with just a smart ** con man, we are dealing with a man that fits the category of a blood thirsty sociopath! And this maniac just made the most wanted list for at least twenty agencies world wide and that number keeps growing by the hour! This man is way out of your league!"
"I have seen Ryker's profile and I know it is at least three times longer than Caffrey's. We can take this bastard down, just give me a chance Robert. My team has taken down harder targets."
"I have to agree with Hughes on this one dear director. The feats of the 'invincible' White Collar Unit has made its way to even the most sensitive and dangerous units of the FBI, and I must say we are impressed."
"Thank you (Classified), and by the way Burke says Caffrey has this short friend that I think would love to meet you somti-"
"You two cut the chit chat, don't forget we are on a deadline here. Reese, I'll give you headway but you're on a short leash. Now, on to our next topic: the ransom, should we cooperate?"
"It's our best chance."
"Agreed."
"Where do we get the money?"
"The official budget will only allow us five million."
"We can pull fifteen million from various 'unofficial' resources. That makes twenty million. We have to leave one behind." (Looks of understanding exchange between Director Mueller and (Classified). Agent Hughes looks horrified.)
"Sir… you don't mean we have to leave- he is a valued asset!"
"I know Reese, I like it as much as you do but protocol states tha-" (Agent Hughes's cell phone rings, interrupting director Mueller. With a quick apology he answers, talks briefly, then hangs up.)
"We have our other ten million dollars from a ligament source."
"How did you…"
"That is for me to know, not you. Burke will meet you at 12 o'clock in the White Collar Unit. Goodnight gentlemen." (Agent Hughes walks out, director Mueller looks dumb founded, and XXXXXXX laughs.)
"What's so funny?"
"You call Black Ops mysterious but White Collar blows us out of the water in that category."
End transmission….Now.

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Meanwhile
Peter walked slowly through his front door. As much as he usually loved to be home, this was the one time he wanted to be in the field working. After they kicked him out he had wandered around central park for hours before going home, it was late now and his home quiet. He was about to take another step when he suddenly realized that three pairs of eyes were boring from the side into him. He turned slowly and saw his wife sitting around the coffee table across from the unmistakable Mozzie and Alex. All three of them where frozen mid-conversation, all heads turned to him.
"You know I am very nervous that she knows where I live now." Peter addressed Mozzie, jerking his head toward Alex. Elizabeth broke the silence,
"Hon, they told me what happened today, they're here to help."
"How?" Peter asked, traces of hostility in his voice.
"We are going to help pay the ransom." Alex said bluntly.
"Huh… should I even try to ask you where you will get the money?" Peter quipped sarcastically.
"We liquidized assets…" Alex recalled.
"A lot of assets," muttered Mozzie
"Sold some um…stuff."
"Some good stuff mind you," said Mozzie, while making air quotes at the word "stuff".
"And some other activities that I will purposely not mention in the presence of a Fed."
"And you did this in what, three hours? Is that even physically possible!" exclaimed Peter.
"Well when Mozzie is upset he gets persuasive and determined, and I get my charm on, with a little bit of threatening involved we can -"
"Ah ah ah! It was a rhetorical question!" Peter cut in slapping his hands over his ears. Mozzie sighed,
"We have ten million dollars," he said as if it was no big deal.
"What! How... I mean….n-ever mind, we can use the money as long as you call Hughes and tell him." Alex looked like she was going to protest but the look Peter gave her seemed to make her shut up. Peter dialed Hughes' number and handed the phone to Alex. The conversation was brief and to the chase. When Alex hung up the phone, everyone held their breath. Her face broke into a slight grin and she announced,
"We have just enough money for the ransom!" A simultaneous release of breath could be heard around the room but it stayed quiet untill El (Whom they had totally forgotten was there, chirped in,
"Does anyone want cake?" and the tension broke. Peter allowed himself to smile slightly as they all sat down once again.
Later that night when Mozzie and Alex had left, Peter lay in bed. sleep not coming. He knew he should be happy, everything was going so smoothly with these people, but deep inside he knew that when Neal Caffrey was involved, nothing was clean cut.

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Jones wheezed and coughed as he lay on the floor of the room they were previously tied up in, his esophagus and larynx where still trying to recover from the damage. Unfortunately, this recovery only lasted for a second before Diana was thrown head first into the room landing ** top of him knocking the breath out of both of them. Next came Neal who was thrown completely to the side and smashed into the wall, Jones winced at the dull thud Neal made but Neal only issued a weak groan.
The goons that had brought them there let out small chuckles then closed the door and locked it, leaving Diana, Jones, and Neal untied in the dimly lit room. As soon as they left Diana scrambled off Jones to examine the further extent of Neal's injuries. Jones tried to follow her but the second he put pressure on his ankle he fell back in a torrent of agony, his black spots threatened to obscure his vision and he let out a ragged (because I don't think you can scream well when your throat was just crushed.) cry of pain.
"Shhhh." He heard a calming voice coo as he felt someone helping him stand without putting pressure on his leg. The figure helped him hop to the wall as his vision began to clear; he slid down the wall with relief and rested his weary body. As his vision fully returned he saw Diana leaning over him with a slight smirk on her face.
Jones looked questioningly at her then asked
"What is so funny?"
"I always knew I would be the one bailing you guys out when you need help."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"But-"
"At least I can walk."
"You win on that point," said Jones, once again grimacing in pain, "How's Neal?"
"He's barley lucid but looks stable for now, despite that he needs medical attention desperately."
"Well, we'll have to do for now," said Jones propping himself up on the wall, "bring him over here." Diana quickly went to Neal and grasped him as tentatively as possible under the arms, then began to drag him to Jones. Neal whimpered and put up a little bit of a protest but overall was very corruptive. She stopped next to Jones who took Neal's head lightly and put it in his lap.
"OK…" said Jones fumbling for his field first aid training, "first let's stop this bleeding, and then bandage his chest."

Diana seemed to snap back to her senses, and not missing a beat, took off her own shirt and began to tear it into strips, leaving her top half in only a sports bra. Jones's eyes widened in surprise, this was the last thing he would have expected and it would have been awkward in ANY situation except this one. She took the strips and had Jones hold Neal up a little as she secured his shoulder and chest. They both tried to ignore the terrible whimpers of pain that came from Neal; unfortunately they were with little success.

Soon Neal was sleeping peacefully, his head now in Diana's lap. Jones watched in silence as she stroked his hair as he slept. Suddenly she broke the silence and whispered in a shaky, un-Diana-like voice, "Do you think we'll get out of this alive?" Jones was surprised as he heard his colleague-no she was more of a sister-speak like that.

"We'll make it, I know it," he whispered, "go to sleep. I will take the first shift on watch."

She did not object to the idea, but just rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed as he leaned his head on top of hers and tried to keep his eyes open, but the effort was futile and soon all three were asleep.

Jones woke with a start in the morning as the door to the tiny room was flung open, and in strode the one person in the world he wanted to see the least.

"Morning," said Sean calmly surveying the situation of a glaring Jones, sitting next to a shirtless Diana who had her arms protectively around Neal. who also was looking a little better and was slowly waking up. Sean cocked his head to the side, "Cute," he quipped, "what happened to your shirt? Wait; don't tell me, it looks a lot better in my head."

Diana was about to reply when Neal suddenly groaned and sat up all on his own, Diana grasped him quickly to make sure he didn't fall again but he seemed to be holding his own.

"Ahh… and the prodigal son returns to the world of the living I see! Now, let's get this hostage exchange on a roll, all of you hold out your arms. I'm going to inject you with a light sedative, just enough to confuse you so you can't run, nothing to worry about, unless you refuse. Then it gets painful." Sean told them.

With reluctance, Jones and Diana held out there arms, and with Diana's help, so did Neal. As soon as Jones felt the needle prick, his mind went fuzzy. He wasn't acutely aware as he was yet again carried to the van. He remembered that Sean was in the back seat with them, and that angry feeling when Diana's (who was completely out of it) head had slipped in to his lap, and the smile that had shown on Sean's face. Then he remembered a boat, being on a boat.

Cold water splashed on his face, jolting him to reality. He suddenly found himself in a cabin of a boat, and it was filling with water fast. As more of his senses returned, he realized that Diana was in front of him, shaking his shoulders desperately.

"Wake up Jones! Wake up!" she cried.

"What's going on?" he slurred.

"We have to get out!" she yelled

He tried to get up but the pain in his ankle told him otherwise. He watched Diana take a fire extinguisher, for it was the only item on the bare walls, and bash the door of the cabin in till it burst open. Suddenly a rush of water flowed in, engulfing them. Jones struggled against the water but with a useless ankle he wasn't making much progress. Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed him, pulling him forward, Jones's lungs where burning and he was sure he was going to pass out when his head broke the surface. He gasped for air, looking next to him he saw Diana doing the same, her arms still around him.

Suddenly the force of the current started to pull them under. Jones tried to kick but the pain was just too much, he went limp in Diana's arms.

"We are going to die," This was the thought that entered his head, "after all this is the end." He felt Diana trying to kick but was failing to keep them above the surface. They were traveling deeper into the dark water, and now everything was at an eerie peace. The pain was subsiding and all sounds where fading. Then there was a sudden swish of the water around his as something grasped him harshly.

He tried to struggle but the darkness was closing in on him, Jones opened his mouth to scream but only water rushed in and his world went black.

Thump...Thump...Thump. Jones just wanted the noise to stop. Thump… he could feel it in his chest now; the next sound was a voice "Come on, Jones, come on, buddy, don't you dare die on me now!" He tried to respond but his lungs were full of fluid, he was starting to choke on it and his lungs suddenly rejected the liquid. He retched to his side and coughed it up in horrible gags.

As his eyes opened they focused on the dripping wet face in front of him. "P'ter how- did you find us? Where is Diana? Jones choked out. He looked to his side and saw Diana lying there trying to sit up.

"The paramedics will be here soon, just relax you'll be ok," said the familiar face of Peter Burke then he kind of casually turned to Diana and asked, "by the way, where is your shirt?"

"We used it to bandage up Neal-" Diana suddenly gasped as the horrible realization dawned on everyone, "Oh God! Neal! Where is Neal?"

Jones went in to full on panic he tried to get up despite the pain, Peter was trying to hold him down to the dock they were laying on. Then there were more people in uniforms trying to calm him. They were yelling something. Suddenly one of the people pulled out a needle making him kick and scream harder. "NO NO NO! GET AWAY! GET OFF ME!" He screamed as they tried desperately to control his flailing limbs. Then for the second time today he felt the prick of a needle in his arm and the world faded, but one thought did not, "Where was Neal?"

OHHH confusing! don't worry I will unscramble it in the next chapter!-Emma always review and excuses for not posting enough are on my site!