HI EMMA HERE. So I am sorry for this like 9 month hiatus. I got really sick mentally. Well it was a combination of that and some other things going on in my life. I am sorry. Anyway i think for anyone not remembering they deserve an explanation of what is happening. Basically this bad guy Sean kidnapped Neal, Diana, and Jones, they escaped but Diana and Neal were captured again. This chapter is short and unbetaed. I AM SO SORRY ELIZA SWEETIE. I AM HERE AND I AM GOING TO TALK TO YOU NEXT!

Neal woke with a start, he felt himself lying on a cold floor his chest against the cool tile. Wait? His chest? Ok so he was not wearing a shirt that was now obvious, his eyes opened slowly. There were a few things that registered within the next second, First, Diana was leaning over in front of him, second they were in the bathroom, and last his back was burning like it was on fire.

He felt something stinging touch his back and he hissed in response. "Neal, hold still! I know this hurts but I need to finish here." Diana snapped in her usual way witch was oddly a comfort to Neal.

Neal held still for another good ten minutes trying to keep from crying out. When Diana finally was done cleaning his back, he jerked to his face off the floor stumbling to his feet.

"Let me see," he pleaded with Diana.

"Neal, its not pretty…"

"Don't care, I have to see what he did." Diana turned him toward the mirror helping him sit on the counter before handing him another mirror to see the reflection.

On his back was a horrible sight, the blood had been cleaned away and the cuts cleaned too. Even without having seen the knife he could tell the blade was sharp and top of the line, and the hand that made the cuts did with precise and skilled precision. The words made him sick to see, "CONMAN" Neal couldn't see that, he turned to the sink promptly puking up his dinner from…. He didn't know how long ago.

The second he was done puking there was a knock at the door. "Diana? Is Neal OK in there? I'm coming in." Sean opened the door with a slightly worried look on his face, "I can't have him sick we start construction today. Isn't that right Neal? It's either that or….. Diana here ends up six feet under."

Neal stood to his full height looking Sean straight in the eyes. Sean stared back a small smirk piercing his lips. Neal squared his shoulders, painfully aware of the extra centimeters that Sean had on him.

"Let's get to work then," he growled.

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Peter and Jones had worked fast developing a system to communicate. Jones was drawing, one tap of the pen meant "No", two was "Yes".

His hand shook as he drew a crude picture. First it was a stick figure, "Jones you need to be more specific than genderless-stick-person."

Jones glared and scribbled on a evil face with spiked hair, "Sean?" Peter asked. TAP, TAP. He was right.

"Sean what Jones?"

Jones drew a object that looked round with a stem.

"An apple?"

Jones gave him a "really?" Look.

"ummm bomb."

Tap Tap. Peter wanted to question more but Jones was falling asleep. The last thing he wrote before sleep set in was there letters.

FBI.

Peter's heart dropped, it was his worst fear.

if I do not update in two weeks or less please come and kick my ass. R and R!