Hey everyone! I know you want to kill me for how long this took but forgive me my computer got a virus! And today is my 14th Birthday so I stayed up to make this happen just for you all cuz I thought you deserved it! My present from you can be reviews! or to own white collar (*Cough Jeff Easton Cough*)! So a shout out to Morgo7kc for being a awesome beta! Don't-Eat-My-Pie for being great! plus amblue36 FOR BEING THE ONLY REVIEWER (*Cough cough*) and I'm srry but my PM's got deleted and that other person who contacted me I can't find your name plz tell me! hope you like it!


Diana stood in the middle of a destroyed parking garage. Sounds of police sirens echoed from a few stories above her and dust was settled everywhere. In conclusion, Sean had done a number on this place.

Diana felt sharp bolts of pain shooting through every part of her body; her head was reeling and her focus was slipping from her. However, overall she was confused. The sound had come from the garage, but yet there was no one in sight. Suddenly there was a crash from back where she came from. Quickly turning on her heels (ignoring the pain it caused her) she ran toward the crash. When she got there her mind flashed back to so many of the scenes she had seen over the last few days. Blood on the floor and signs of a struggle. There was a click, and she didn't need to look far for the source of all this. She looked and up like in a horror movie there stood Sean on the other end of the hall, a gun cocked in one hand aimed at a figure lying limply supported by his other arm. Diana gasped as she noticed the unmistakable orange cast on Jones's leg.

"Now this is how it's going to work, you are going to kick your gun to me, turn around, and then put your hands on your head," Sean said with an angry voice.

Diana wanted to resist, but Sean unceremoniously jabbed the gun into Jones's neck making her oblige. She winced at the pain and fatigue that pummeled her as she leaned over to put the gun on the ground, but she fought it off and turned around with her hands on her head.

Only then did Sean holster his gun and approach Diana, he bent over and began to frisk her, a little to thoroughly in her opinion. He also talked as he worked:

"Really this wasn't in my plan, why couldn't you two let it be, stay in bed or just scream? However, I can say improvising is my thing! I didn't get the lead role in my middle school play for nothing! Just kidding I was kicked out of school in fifth grade for lighting my classroom on fire, you try making me learn pronouns, Mrs. Berry... I learned all my knowledge from the streets."

"Explains a lot," Diana muttered, the comment earning her a jab with the gun in her back. Sean continued to work in silence as he used one hand to hold the gun to her back and the other to work his way along her waistline. She winced as he came upon the scalpel for protection and a syringe of morphine (she had brought it along for Jones but was thinking she needed it right now.) she had tucked in her waistband.

"I must say you come prepared," mused Sean as he tossed the supplies aside and finished up by running his hand on the outside then the inside of Diana's leg making her squirm. "That was very interesting but you get to go to sleep now," said Sean pulling a syringe from his pocket and testing it to make sure it was in working order.

Suddenly Diana felt a flare of rage kick up from deep within her; all fear went numb and was replaced with pure hatred and a strong instinct to protect everyone she loved.

With one fluid motion she quickly turned bringing her arm up and was rewarded with the feeling of her elbow hitting solid flesh or to be more exact: point blank in Sean's face. A swear came from Sean but Diana continued spinning and kicked the gun right out of his hand, making it go spinning and fall to the ground on the opposite side of the hall.

Diana wasted no time getting up and running into the parking garage, her lungs burning with every breath, legs in pure agony, and...well everything hurt. Just as she reached the first car she was caught off guard by a blow from behind and she and Sean went flying into the nearest over-turned car. Sean jumped on top of her immediately trying to restrain her but she punched blindly, getting a good hit to his gut. It stunned him for a second as she scrambled to her feet, but Sean's hand shot up, grabbing her wrist and pulling her painfully back on top of him. Then he immediately braced himself against the car, rapping her torso in his arms with a tight grip, pinning her arms to her sides, and scissoring his legs around hers to stop her from kicking.

She found herself utterly trapped but in desperation, thrust her head backwards trying to head butt him. Sean of course saw this coming and moved his head to the side just in time resulting in Diana slamming her head at full force into the car behind her. Normally she would have shaken it off but with her already existing skull fractures and concussion, a haze surrounded her. She never actually passed out but everything was ringing and moving as she felt herself be dragged to a car, a pair of handcuffs forcing her hands behind her and buckling her in before locking the door. Diana tried to move but it was futile. She hurt way too bad and her hands couldn't reach the lock anyway. Soon she gave up and her eyes closed. She didn't even hear him come back or the car start to drive away.

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Clinton Jones had not felt so much pain in his life before three days ago. Hell, four days ago, he had been laughing it up at a bar with Diana on a glorious Sunday night. Making wise cracks about Neal and Peter, until they too had showed up after closing a large case and then all four of them made fun of Hughes. Just twelve hours after that they were in a world of pain. They were Happy at 9:00PM, and wishing everything would stop at 9:00 AM. Hostage for 36 hours, then bam! You are saved, on the road to recovery for 24 precious hours before it all falls apart, again. Really, the world just sucks in that way, or that is what came to Jones's mind as he started to float up from the murky depths of his subconscious.

He felt rather comfortable. There were warm sheets around him and a fluffy pillow behind his head. However, his face twitched as he felt some discomforts: first, there was the metallic feeling digging into his wrists. In addition, this did not feel like his bed, nor was he in his Batman pajamas or had the familiar sound of the city life streaming in from the streets below.

His eyes flew open, and a gasp and a slight yelp tried to escape his throat but failed because of the sticky tape covering his mouth. He took in his surroundings realizing he was back in a strange room. He looked to his side to see two other figures dozing away in separate beds. Tape covered his mouth, his hands were handcuffed to the side of the bed, and he almost tried to scream again, when he saw the blood soaking the side of his bed. He shook as he turned his hand over and saw a deep long wound exposed on the flesh. It was a gruesome raged cut, and bile rose in his throat as he saw his own torn flesh and muscle having a spasm under the stress of the extreme pain.

Trying to ignore the pain, Jones tried soaking up every detail of the room, trying to figure out where they were. He saw they were oddly in a brightly-lit room with blinding sunlight coming through a window, and white washed walls. The beds they lay on were plain twin size beds with nothing special. His eyes wandered to Neal. First he saw that Neal was still in his hospital gown, bound to the bed in a similar fashion as Jones. The young man took shallow breaths; sweat covered his usually perfect hair; there was blood on his sheets where the stitches were ripped. Plus, off antibiotics, he was sure Neal was bound to have complications. Bottom line: he was not in good shape. Next, he saw Diana. His eyes widened as he saw the newest bruises forming in splotches across her face and on her exposed skin.

It suddenly clicked, "Oh my god, we were taken again and statistics show that 90% of victims are dead after 36 hours, so the chances of us getting out two times are, are…" Even thinking hurt. Besides, it was depressing.

Diana and Neal being there, the pain emanating from his hand, and the guilt from not being there for Diana and for letting Sean get the better of him, it was all too much, and this is when the tears began to flow full force. Jones was not much of a crying type but this time he sobbed. The hot, wet tears flowed from his eyes in wet drops falling onto his hurt hand, making the pain more intense, in turn making him cry harder. His gag muffled his sobs but he was close to hysterical. He felt like a kid again when he had fallen out of that tree and broken both legs. He had lay there for hours crying before someone found him and he hoped it would never happen again.

He was trying to stop when he heard a creak of the door opening, and in walked nobody other than Sean. "You know if someone did not start crying I would think I was doing a suckish job," he laughed, then he walked over and stood by Jones's bed. "Ok, here's the deal, I'll take your restraints off, but if you try anything, I will hurt you, then them," said Sean, gesturing to the sleeping or unconscious (he had no idea which, either way he wanted them to wake up badly) forms of Neal and Diana, lying in their own beds across from him.

Jones then turned back to Sean, nodding slowly and obediently. He hated the idea of obeying this monster but at this point, he had no choice. Sean visibly relaxed and reached down quickly unlocking the handcuffs. Jones reached for the tape at his mouth and immediately tore it off.

"Now, don't be too loud or you'll wake the others and that's when the fun begins," smirked Sean with a twisted glint in his eye.

"Why?" whispered Jones meekly in a hoarse voice.

"Well I only planned to take Neal but when you two followed. It was easier to take out three birds with one stone; I took Neal, came back and took you out next, then Miss. Diana put up quite a fight…" He pulled back the front of his collar to reveal a large nasty bruise extending from his neck to what seemed to be all the way down his torso from the way he held his body gingerly, "but in the end her head and a car didn't mix well."

As he finished he walked over to Diana and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. This made Jones sit up in bed quickly and a protective growl involuntarily slipped out of his mouth.

Sean just smirked, turning, and grabbed a chair, pulling it up next to Jones's bed. "So anymore questions, concerns, comments?"

"I want to talk to Peter," said Jones, all of the fight drained from his voice.

Sean sat there for a moment pondering the discussion before a smile spread across his face. "I'll let you talk to him, but now let's get the others up." He stood took yet another syringe from his pocket and swiftly turned to Neal, sticking the needle in his arm.

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Neal had never really been put in dangerous situations. Sure he had been kidnapped two times, tasered in the process of that once, forced to disarm a bomb, had a gun pointed at him multiple times, the air sucked out of the room, and well, taken hostage by people who had no problem pulling the trigger. However, overall, this had to be the worst of it all by a long shot.

He hurt, again. Over the past couple days the only time he didn't hurt was when he wasn't conscious. Now all the pain came to him as his eyes fluttered. With a cough and a painful effort his eyes opened, and in front of him was a sight he would like to punch. Sean leaned over him, using a penlight in his eyes to check his reflexes. When he saw Neal was fully awake and responsive, Sean tore the tape from his mouth and his shackles were undone.

This made a small painful laugh escape Neal's parched lips, "What's so funny?" asked Sean, pausing.

"From the looks of it, it seems like you are actually caring for my well being," laughed Neal, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sean just put a hand roughly on Neal's recently stitched up shoulder, pushing him even father back on his bed, smirking as Neal flinched away in pain. " Neal, Neal, Neal, I like you as much as I like spinach…I hate it, but in a good-natured way. It would give me no pleasure in letting my leverage die just yet. I need you fully coherent because I have been very annoyed with Peter for his attitude. So before we start my fun new plan…let us make a nice video for Peter, shall we?"

Adrenaline started to pump through Neal's system at that sound. "I'm not going anywhere," Neal managed to growl in his most confident voice.

"Awww," teased Sean, "Even when you're trying to act mad, it still reminds me of a kicked puppy!"

"Well you look like a puppy but the difference is I would actually kick you," Jones added, coming to Neal's defense from his bed across the room.

"I am really starting to not like you," quipped Sean, standing up and turning to Jones before marching over, and to Neal's horror, punching Jones square in the jaw. An anguished scream came from Jones. However, despite it all, Neal was concentrated on the bed next to Jones's, the one Sean had his back too. Suddenly his heart jumped as a foot came from behind, aimed for Sean's back. But Neal was disappointed as Sean quickly reached back, grabbing the leg and turning to revile a struggling Diana who was desperately trying to slip her cuffs.

"I had a feeling that you were awake", he said, taking the tape off her mouth. Then to Neal's udder disgust, he planted a quick, rough kiss on her lips. If Neal had the strength, he would march over there right then and beat the man to a pulp.

Nevertheless, he didn't even have to think about it because of the torrent of swears that came streaming from Diana. Neal decided that the colorful language she was using (he was even learning new stuff he did not think he ever needed or cared to repeat) was plenty.

"No matter what you say it was worth it," smirked Sean, "no hard feelings it was just pay back. For all my newly developed bruises that you contributed to me getting."

"Go to fucking hell," growled Diana.

"Trust me, you will be there sooner than me," said Sean, "Now Clinton here, has convinced me that I should let you talk to Agent Burke and I'm going to get the camera set up." As Sean left he tossed the key for the handcuffs to Diana, and then bolted the door.

"We'll have to try to escape. I'll draw his attention and you two can escape; it's not perfect but…" Diana cut herself short while unlocking her cuffs. They all knew what it really meant: "I'll sacrifice myself for you two because it's better than all of us dying."

"I'll do it." said Neal, breaking the silence, "he wants me more, I'll stay."

"But-" started Jones in protest.

"No, you two signed up to help people. I'm here because I did the opposite… allegedly of course," Neal said, trying to lighten the mood with no success.

After a long moment of silence Neal continued, "I won't let you two down." Neal looked out the window and saw a boat, expensive houses, and a lighthouse. Very good land marks. His brain clicked as the plan formed and with that, Neal smiled one of his million-dollar-smiles for the first time in a long time. "I have a plan." Diana and Jones looked at him with confusion but any time for questions ended as Sean walked back in.

"Ready for round two?" He asked.

Neal swallowed hard, preparing himself for what he was about to do.


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