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"Are we dead?" It was the first thing Neal was aware of anyone saying; as his head cleared a little, he recognized the voice as one he was glad to hear.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" came a sarcastic female voice, the other voice he was hoping for.

"Well if we are, this isn't exactly what I thought heaven would feel like," groaned Neal, chipping into the conversation while trying to find the energy to open his eyes. He felt a concrete floor beneath him and smelled a damp, moldy smell.

"Maybe its hell," added Jones with a grunt of pain and the sound of him trying to sit up.

"I can see Neal in hell but I think I've done my good in this world," Diana quipped, but her voice seemed to have lost its usual sharp, sarcastic tone, replaced by a faint, dull, and worrisome voice.

Neal had had enough of this lying down and promptly drew the small amount of energy he had to open his eyes and hoist himself up. The second he did, black spots enveloped his vision causing him to collapse against the wall behind him in agony.

As his vision came back he found himself sitting in the same room where the camera had been set up. He also saw Diana perched up on one elbow groggily straining against the zip ties that still restrained her wrists.

"I thought we were shot," Diana muttered, giving up on the zip ties.

"I know, it is lik…" Neal's heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the true genius that this man held.

"What?" Jones asked.

"He faked our deaths… now nobody's looking; he took out our last hope."

"And our situation just got worse," Diana broke the silence with a shaky voice.

Neal looked over to see tears slipping from her eyes. He scootched his body toward her to try to figure out what was wrong, and this was the worst idea of his life. All the pain hit him at once, and he felt his body betraying him. His senses came back in full. It was only then that he became aware of the sweat dripping off him and the chills running the length of his body. He collapsed on the ground just centimeters short of Diana.

Everyone just lay there in silence for what seemed an eternity; the silence was almost more excruciating than the waves of pain that coursed through his body.

Jones was the one to break the terrible silence. "What's wrong, Diana?"

Diana stopped her tears. "I…I can't feel my legs. I can't feel anything, nothing at all."

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Sean was rather pleased with his little trick of replacing the bullets with tranquilizer darts. He had out done himself this time! If only he had someone to share this with. Maybe when he was taking the agents' bodies to some ditch, he would buy a diary. The police scanner next to him buzzing to life interrupted this train of thoughts.

*HCCCKKKK* "1254 Robins Road Long Island NY, all agents respond. Wounded may be inside. Subject is armed and dangerous; use extreme caution." *HCCCKKKK*

The radio went dead again. Sean jumped from his seat, sprinting to the basement. He was really sick of these agents being so clever and making his life harder. He was also sick of changing safe houses, but he would never get sick of making them suffer, and that is what he now intended to do.

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"Its probably spinal damage; when Peter finds us, the hospital will make your legs good as new," Jones soothed Diana.

"IF he finds us alive," Diana said bluntly.

"He will. I helped him out," said Neal, finally being able to open his mouth without screaming for he was feeling a little less pain.

"I still don't get-"

Jones was cut short by the door of the basement room being violently thrown open. Sean marched in. His eyes had madness shining through and he looked mad; mad enough to kill.

Sean sprung forward and with no warning, grabbed Neal by his bloody hospital gown, and threw him like a rag doll against the wall.

Neal let out a loud yelp as he felt yet another rib crack against the wall, moving and displacing all the ones that had already been set.

"You can't help but get your ass in trouble can you, Caffrey?" Sean held Neal by the collar, pulling him half-way off the ground. "You told him where we were and now we have to move. GET UP."

Neal was dropped to the ground; he immediately stumbled to his feet. "Diana… She, she can't." Neal was finding it hard to get his words. He was sweating and was amazed his condition wasn't worse.

"She suffered spinal damage and she can't move her legs." Jones came to Neal's rescue.

"Fine," Sean said bluntly. He reached behind the door and grabbed Jones's crutches he had apparently saved from the hospital, flung them at Jones who ducked as they narrowly missed his head, then marched over and cut Jones's zip ties and zip-tied him to the crunches. "Now…GET UP."

"But," Jones managed to protest.

"I'm getting to her!" Sean hissed. He was in a no-nonsense mood.

He reached down and scooped up Diana roughly in his arms. She let out a yell of surprise and pain. "Put me down, you bastard!" she screamed.

"I don't see anyone else in any condition to carry you, honey," Sean growled. "Now get up and walk, and if you try anything I will not hesitate to drop her on her head, grab my gun, and SHOOT YOU."

Jones grabbed his crunches and stood; as soon as he was up, he let Neal lean on him for support and they limped together up the stairs with Diana and Sean in close pursuit.

As soon as they got to the garage, Sean put Diana down. "Now stay put and I'll be back after I gather some stuff. Try anything, it won't work and you will regret it." Sean left without another word.

"He really thinks we won't try anything?" Jones asked, trying to work on his zip ties.

"No, he knows we won't be able to get the door open with our hands tied and that we won't leave Diana," Neal answered logically.

"I think he is itching for a chance to shoot us," Diana muttered.

"Then I've got one for him," Neal grinned. He produced a small knife from his hand. "I took it off Sean when he slammed me into the wall." He offered it to Jones.

"What, why me?" Jones asked.

"Because you're the only mobile one, and he really wants me," Neal answered. "Now, our window is closing fast. Go."

Jones only took a minute to cut the ties, and then he stumbled to his feet, grabbing his crutches and heading for the door, unlocking it. "You guys coming?" he asked.

Neal heart sunk as he realized Clinton Jones had no idea what was being done. "Jones, you have to go. We can't leave Diana."

"Then you can go! You're in worse condition! I'll stay!" Jones was near tears.

"I know, buddy, but Sean's coming back and you can run fast with the crutches," Neal choked, not being able to stand the torn look on the agents face. "It is our best hope and if we never see you again, get over that stupid fear of birds, will you?"

"We love you, Clinton," added Diana. "Never forget us."

Jones took a deep breath, leveling his emotions "I won't forget you. I'll see you soon." Jones smiled weakly before he closed the door.

"Did we make the right call?" asked Diana.

"I really wish I knew."

That second Sean came in. He froze in his tracks. Anger flared in his eyes. "I'm missing a prisoner…I told you that you would regret anything you tried. I will-" he was cut off by police sirens.

"Shit," he muttered. Roughly he grabbed Neal, shoving him into his car first, and then throwing Diana into the back seat. He got in the front of the car and for the first time that day, laughed.

"You think you were clever, but I'll kill you, then Burke, and the guilt will eat your little friend alive until he can't deal with it anymore. Nobody is getting out alive."

Neal sat there on the floor of the backseat, half propped up against the door, letting the words sink in. Diana did the same as she sunk closer into him, her head on his chest. He stroked her hair calmingly, even though he new neither one of them was calm.

Neal did not know exactly when he fell asleep. It was sometime after the police sirens faded away, after the sound of the highway took over, and long after Diana's breathing had steadied to a peaceful rasp in his lap. All he really knew before he went into the blissful peace was thinking, "Oh god, what have I done?

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