Hi everyone! It has been so long! For the record I had this done two weeks ago but had a beta reader snag! Thanks to all that reviewed! And to Eliza Ghost who is the best person ever for so many conversations, feedback, and filling in for Beta while Morgo7kc is MIA. Thank you and enjoy this is my favorite chapter by far!

Jones pressed his body as close to the side of the house as his crutches allowed him, he could hear the sound of Sean screaming at what he presumed was his absence, and he could also hear the sound of sirens. He made a silent prayer that the police would intercept Sean in time. With great difficulty mentally and, let's face it, physically, Jones pried himself away from the siding that plastered the house. He backed away silently and with as much stealth as possible (which was not much at the current moment) slipped behind a thicket of trees that lead to the woods. Then he began to use his crutches to hobble farther in until he couldn't see the house anymore.

"We love you, Clinton, never forget us."

"I won't forget you. I'll see you soon."

Jones Blinked hard, desperately trying to wash this memory from his mind. He had run the moment over and over in his head for the last hour. Well, it could have been a hour, it could have been three, he had no idea how long he had been walking but the sun was starting to go down.

He hurt all over and was trying to ignore what he thought was the most pain he had been in in his life. He leaned on his crutches hard , he had stopped feeling much in his feet a while ago and this numb felling was creeping up the rest of his body. His breath was now coming in heavy labored gasps, plus he could swear his life was starting to flash before his eyes as fragmented memories bombarded his mind. He was sure he was slowly dying yet oddly this prospect didn't bother him too much. As he wiped the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead, Jones realized it had been five whole days since this whole ordeal had started.

"Five days, five days ago I had never had a near death experience and now I'm at about eight and counting." Jones said out loud to the air.

Suddenly he felt a burning pain in his stomach; he dropped his crutches and leaned against the nearest tree. The pain was growing until he felt a convulsing felling in his throat and the bile came up. Jones coughed and leaned against the nearest tree slumping to the ground against it; he reached up his hand to wipe away the bile on his face but was stopped by a metallic taste. He slowly wiped his hand across his face only to see ruby blood coating his fingers.

"Fuck," It was as simple as that, just fuck, it was the only thought he had as he pieced the puzzle together in his mind.

The poison, he had never finished getting treated for the nightshade poison, it was almost irony he was going to die from something as sad as this. He felt his mind fading in and out and a warm comforting feeling come over him, he was only partially aware of the search lights shining, and the dogs barking, but there was one part he remembered as clear as day, it was a sound and a feeling nothing else;

"Hey buddy," the sound was in his ear, at the same moment he felt a pair of hands gingerly slip behind his back and under his knees making the pain come in waves, but he had too little strength to complain.

"It's going to be ok, you're safe now, nothing can hurt you Jones, everything is OK, just stay with us Clinton, please just stay, please." The voice was soft and he felt himself being picked up before all his senses went numb and he went into the waiting oblivion. His last though was the voice was wrong, nothing was OK and nothing was going to be ok again, not for a long time.

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"Ok! We have one minute to our destination! Everyone keep sharp and don't mess up!" Peter snapped to the van full of at least ten agents squashed together, making him remember the day he had caught Neal when Neal had asked how they all fit into the van, and honestly he had no idea.

His gun was loaded and the safety was off, his vest was secure, and he had an army of agents with him but he couldn't help but feel vulnerable going into this. Rice had left to oversee making secure checkpoints around the island.

His mind flashed back to what the doctor had told him before he left, "remember if they are alive, they are in bad condition and from what you've told me gunshot wounds may be in play, and agent Jones and Barrigan are still suffering from poison in there system. I have given the medic teams a couple vials of antidote to keep them stable, but here is one for you too." The doctor handed him a small syringe that peter tucked in his pocket. "They will be scared but you need to keep them calm, I presume you had that training in the FBI?"

"It is basic training." Peter replied in a no nonsense tone as he fastened his vest.

"I just want you to get that man who killed our doctor to be caught."

"Oh trust me, I will take him down."

Peter was snapped back to his senses by the van screeching to a halt, "GO!" the yell sounded through the cabin as the doors were thrown open and all the agents jumped out heading for the house, Peter got in front of them and placed himself at the front door.

"One " Peter felt his heart pounding, "two " his head was spinning sweat dripped, "THREE!"

With one kick Peter brought the door down and stormed the house, he ran around the corner and spied the basement door. He knew immediately that is where they would be, his stomach turned as he threw the door open but what he saw was much worse than he was prepared for.

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Diana felt like her body was floating; the pain wasn't strong except for a small pinch that she kept feeling in her shoulder. She tried to move but a hand grabbed her shoulder, sending pain through it. Her eyes shot open and a gasp escaped her lips as she found another face with a lopsided smile on it staring down at her.

"Keep moving and you're going to make me slip." He said waving a needle with thread attached to it. He then turned back to her shoulder were he applied one more stitch before tying it off. "There!" He said with a satisfied look on his face. "Now that you're awake, you can help me."

"How the hell should I do that?" Diana hissed half out of anger, half out of pain.

"Well glad you asked! Now open up." He held up a bottle of what looked to be a concoction of medicines and a spoon.

"I don't think so." Said Diana.

"I will force feed you and you know it," Sean snapped at her.

"Try," she growled

Sean sighed in a annoyed tone that sounded like he was talking to a stubborn child said, " Look it's not poison it's just some antibiotics, poison antidote, and painkillers mixed, look I'll drink it." He then took a small sip before putting the bottle down and cocking his head into a sweet smile.

Diana just glared.

"Fine, could you just turn onto your side so I can clean out the cuts on your back?"

Diana obliged stubbornly turning to one side before she realized a disturbing fact.

"Sean?" She asked.

"Yes," the sing song reply came "Did you miss me already?"

"Hardly, I just wanted to know where my shirt is, or even where my pants went?" Diana questioned feeling vulnerable in her bra and underwear.

"Too much blood. I threw them away." Sean answered her in a matter of fact tone.

"Why were you touching me in the first place?"

"Relax, I'm not a pervert I just needed to try to fix your spine again, I used a needle and ultrasound. With the ultrasound I found the fluid block and to remove fluid that presses on the spinal cord, I used a scalpel and needle to suck it out and presto. You should be mobile again with a little time."

"And you preformed amateur surgery how?" She asked in shock, immediately feeling aware of the row of stitches up her back, and the grateful sensation of wiggling her toes.

"Well, I was taken in by a mob doctor for a while as a child and assisted him and as a total sociopath, I'm paranoid enough to have enough medical supplies to equip a small hospital." Sean replied casually as if everyone should have this training.

"You are by far the oddest person I've ever meet," Diana quipped sourly.

Sean applied a bandage to the stitches ignoring her comment, Diana suddenly realized that she was in what seemed to be a cabin, there were hospital grade medical supplies strung over the small bedroom.

"Time to try to get up," Sean cooed in a mocking tone, before Diana could tell him to "go to hell." He sat her up and pulled out a black tee-shirt and a pair of combat pants out of a bag sitting at the foot of the bed. He then held the pants up, offering her to put her legs in.

"Hope they fit, I didn't know your size," Sean said as Diana gratefully, and with a little help, got her pants on then the shirt.

"Shoes?" She questioned.

"Please, we have both seen enough cop movies to know I'm not giving you shoes."

"Fine, but do you at least have socks?"

Sean smiled as he pulled a pair out of his bag.

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"Head hurts... Body hurts in some cabin... leg chained to table." Neal's thoughts came in short fragmented bits as his beaten body tried to shut out his pain.

It had been a two hours at least from when he had woken up with Sean giving him a blood transfusion and in nothing but his boxers. Now he was dressed in a black tee and jeans, and Sean had dragged him out here to chain him to the table then go to see what he assumed was Diana.

The cabin layout wasn't hard, there was a main room with a kitchen and living room area and one of the four walls had three bedrooms. The door on the far left lead to Neal's room, the middle was most likely Sean's, and the right Diana's. Other than that there was a front door and a bathroom. Simple, and most likely too far away from civilization.

His thoughts were interrupted by Sean coming out of the door to Diana's room with Diana limping in tow.

"Walking?" he asked in a befuddled way.

"Amateur surgery," Diana grimaced as Sean sat her next to Neal chaining her leg on another tether.

"Yeah, yeah, less chit chat, now who wants breakfast?" Sean asked, placing two plates of eggs in front of them. Sean then sat down at the table across from them and ravenously dug in, "Kidnapping builds up quite an appetite you know."

Diana shrugged and started to eat hers, Neal was about to make a mean remark but was stopped by a hard glare from Diana.

Neal realized the last time he ate was at least two days ago and dug in too.

When they were done Sean began to speak.

"I don't know where to start " Sean mused.

"The beginning would be lovely," said Neal and his perfect sarcastic way.

"I'll just start with honesty, thank you very much. I still have plans. I will get to your FBI building and put a hole in your precious government in New York, but I need to let the dust settle though so we're here for the next couple weeks, then in the turmoil I will rule the streets and you, Neal, will help me."

"How?" Neal asked in shock.

"You will find out soon enough."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Then our lovely Diana will pay." He walked behind Diana putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. To Neal's surprise Diana didn't flinch or try to back away.

"Now in the meantime house rules," Sean plopped a piece of paper in front of them with rules.

Neal and Diana peered at the list:

1. If behavior is good I will take requests for meals, you get three square meals a day and two snacks.

2. Shackles reach all the way around the main room, feel free to wander.

3. If behavior is good, I will provide card and board games and a small TV.

4. Two bathroom breaks a day and one shower every other.

5. Sleeping quarters are to be kept to all night. I will lock the doors and windows are bared.

6. Trying to escape will get you hurt.

7. Try to stay relaxed while were here stress won't get you anywhere, and remember, we are miles from anything, so running will only get you shot! Have a nice stay, Sean

"What's with the sudden hospitality?" asked Neal skeptically.

"I now need you healthy because the FBI has all my contacts pinged by now, and you two are the only ones capable of helping me that can. Now, Miss, would Diana take her medicine?" He tried again.

Diana smiled and took it with no problem, "Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome," Sean answered with a satisfied grin before going to his room.

"What the HELL? Its like you have stalk hold syndrome."

Diana's smile grew.

" Wha- Ohhh " Neal smiled too as he realized her devious plan, "so this is reverse stalk hold syndrome, you make him attached to us?"

"Best option we have," Diana winked before grabbing the bag full of games and dumping it on the counter, "Uno or poker?"

Neal felt like his pain was gone from his body; he smiled wide, "I can con anyone at Uno any day."

"You are so on, Mister Cocky!" Diana laughed.

They dragged their shackles to the couch and played rounds of vicious Uno, won by Diana 4 to 3. It was filled with a feeling not felt lately, fun, and before Neal knew it Diana was asleep on his shoulder. Neal closed his eyes and let his mind drift.

It was magic, nothing was good at the moment, but everything was Ok for now and Ok was what they needed. Ok was what they got but Ok couldn't last forever.

There, a little sprits of fluff at the end! Hope you liked it and as I said writing should be on track! Please review seriously I love those, I'm like a child on Christmas morning soaking them up over and over, combine with a stalker that reads all your stories and profile and I'm going to stop before I scare you away! Emma