OK first I am so sorry for not updating! I blame my laptop, I had this whole long chapter then it crashed so I sent it in and they took three freaken weeks to send it back. Come to find out thhat they wiped the hard drive and this is one of the few things I didn't back up. So I wrote this shorter one scence I can't remember much from the other! I WILL UPDATE SOON! enjoy!

"Agent Burke, agent, can someone get him to wake up?" Peter kept his eyes shut trying to convince himself that this whole ordeal he had been through was just a sick dream.

"Hon, wake up," He felt his shoulder being shook; he opened his eyes painfully slow. There sat Elizabeth in front of him. Her face had a sympathetic worried look on it. Peter unstuck his neck from the awkward position he had been sleeping in in the hospital chair.

"Agent Burke," Peter looked to the nurse in front of him. "You can see your agent now, I will warn you that he is very weak, his state before was fragile and he broke it. Many of his wounds are infected, and the internal damage is extensive. We tried to patch him up the best we could, but his body need a lot of rest , he is in a delicate place right now. Over exerting could cause him to lose his voice, movement in his legs and arms, or even his life."

"Is he conscious?" Peter asked, standing from the chair.

"Yes, and I will let you see him but be aware that his physiological state is also very weak. He has been through severe trauma and if he gets scared or you upset him for any reason, you will be removed, no questions asked." She said.

"Understood," Peter nodded and gave smile to El before moving after the nurse to Jones's room.

As they walked in to room 307, he saw Jones's was hooked up to the same set up as before, the only difference was his eyes were open and staring around the room warily.

"Jones!" Peter couldn't help himself, he was so happy to have Jones alive. He then took a seat besides Jones's bed.

Jones looked up at Peter opening his mouth as if to say something but no sound came out. "Is he in shock still?" Peter asked the nurse as she left the room.

"No, his vocal cords have swelled badly, he will not be able to talk for a few days until the inflammation comes down." She answered curtly smiling sympathetically at Jones as she left the room, but before she left. she added "he's tired, so no taking statements. He won't have enough energy to write more than a paragraph. Just make it NO writing, period."

"OK, no writing…" Peter mused pulling out a pen and paper, "Feel up to drawing?" Jones nodded eagerly hosting himself up with immense effort and pain, before he took the pen shakily from Peter and began to draw.

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"Breath in, and out, in, out, deep in, let it out," Neal felt the cold sweat breaking on his forehead. He desperately wanted to be able to move his hand and wipe it off.

Sean sat in front of Neal, the knife had been twirling in and out of his fingers for what seemed like an eternity yet it had only been a minute. Sean let the sharp blade slide across his fingers as he spun, leaving no trace as his expert skill didn't allow any pressure for the knife to cut into his soft flesh. Then Sean suddenly stopped, grabbing the end and letting the blade sink into his hand. Smirking with a small chuckle, and a soft gasp of what seemed to be pleasure from the pain. He seemed to enjoy it as blood began to flow onto the floor leaving his left hand soaked in the crimson fluid.

"Neal," Sean said standing and circling to his back, placing his bloody hands on Neal's shoulders leaving hand prints on Neal's all to white tee-shirt. Sean squeezed his hands, causing pain to rip through him. Neal stiffed the scream, focusing on the anything but the pain.

"Yes?" Neal grimaced

"What, I wonder, have you been doing out at this time of night?"

"Couldn't sleep, wanted to know if you could get me some warm milk." Neal growled trying to stop the tears that were starting to cloud his vision down.

"Oh Neal, always the comedian! Problem is I am not in the mood for comedy." Sean hissed taking the knife and pushing the tip into the base of Neal's throat letting a trickle of blood drip free.

"I just wanted to know something, that's all, won't happen again." Neal said letting the words slowly leave his lips in his most charming manner.

"Neal, I know what you were doing already, but let's play a game. I tell you my part you tell me yours."

"Well, please let me offer for you to go first." Neal quipped.

"Very well," Sean began, "The first time I saw you was a year before you were caught. You fascinated me from the second I lay eyes on you Neal! You were my criminal idol, until you went to the side of the angels."

"I wouldn't call myself an angel."

"Do not interrupt. Anyway, when you went with the FBI I had the idea of the bomb for a while then. But this got me closer to a reality! Could I blow up the building and frame Caffery? Could I just use him as an in? I did lots of research and realized that the FBI now had something I could exploit. "

"Bad fashion statement? No, the vans! Crappy Coffee? I got it, deviled ham!"

"One more interruption and I will punch you! You, Neal, you-they care for you. So what an idea! Kidnap you and some friends for good measure, put a ransom to pay for bomb parts, and send the FBI on a wild goose chase! All to distract from my true intentions!"

"To take over the world? Because that is very movie cliché, I wou-" Neal instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth for at that second, a fist came in solid contact with his abdomen doubling him over in pain, gasping for air.

"I told you not to interrupt," Sean sang while shaking out his fist. "As I was saying, why not kidnap you? I can use you while I am at it."

"What do you mean by that?" Neal stammered, his blood running cold.

"Relax, nothing bad. Just you're going to be my little helper," Sean drew close to Neal moving his body centimeters from Neal's in a immanently close proximity that made Neal's skin crawl. No matter how much Neal squirmed he couldn't move away.

"What do you want me to do?" Neal said felling Sean's bod heat emanating from him as he leaned in, the knife tracing Neal's back."

"You, my dear, are going to make me the bomb that will kill your friends." He whispered in Neal's ear.

"And if I don't?" Neal asked the calm in his voice gone.

"Then Diana, Mozzie, Peter, Alex, El, and everyone else you could ever care for will die, it is a chech 22 my friend, the end is near." Sean hissed the last part and at that moment pain erupted in Neal's back, the last thing he heard was the chuckle of Sean and a scream from Diana before the oh so familiar darkness overcame him.

I am such a cliff hanger! Hope you loved it! Eliza you are a saint for helping me with my god awful grammar and spelling! I blame dyslexia and a lack of spacial reasoning! Please review as always! reviews are the peanut butter to my jelly!