I'm sorry it took so long to update. Unfortunately my professors don't realize I don't have time to do HW because I am writing fanfiction.

Thank you to my new beta Jaspers-girl-and-u-no-it for putting up with my requests.

Now without further adieu chapter 5

Kate's pov

Anyway I looked at it I had never been in a worse fix.

I was trapped in this cold room and everyone thought I was dead. No one would be looking for me. My only hope was Neal.

I sat back and surveyed my surroundings. The roof and all of the walls were concrete, but a look at my feet told me the ground was made of wood. It looked like it hadn't passed a fire safety code in over 20 years.

I could smell salt water and felt the room slowly rocking. I knew I was somewhere near the ocean—a ship yard maybe.

I was chained to a basic folding chair tied with rope.

I immediately started fumbling towards my jean pockets praying they didn't take my pocketknife. I breathed a sigh of relief when I grabbed a hold of it.

It took a few minutes to cut my way out, but I did it. As soon as I was free I grabbed my knife and started carving into the floor. When I was done these words were visible-

Mvzo,

R'n hgroo zorev. Gzop Gl Uldovi, sv dzimvwnv gl tvg luu gsv kozmv

pzgv.

I tried to open the door but it was locked and I was too drained to break it down. All I could do is wait and knock out my captors once they opened the door.

There was noting I could use as a blunt weapon except the folding chair, so that would have to do.

It was incredibly frustrating but I sat down and waited. It seemed like hours later that I heard a boat and then two voices talking as they approached the door.

"Can't I just…"

"No," the other voice responded. "The boss wants her in good condition."

"But why? What does it matter if…"

"Just do it, alright?"

"Fine."

When the door opened I held my hands behind my back like I was still tied up. The two men walked in.

One was big and wouldn't look out of place wrestling. I knew he would be my biggest problem because the other one was tall and thin. I knew I could take him in a second.

"Well look who's awake," the small one said.

He paused a second, waiting for me to speak, but I just glared at him.

"What? No witty remarks today? I'm disappointed," he continued

The big one moved in to grab me. I took my knife and stabbed him in the leg. It wouldn't kill him, but he definitely wouldn't be chasing me on foot anytime soon.

The other one reached for a gun, but I picked up the chair and hit him upside his head until I was sure he was out.

Neal may have had an aversion to violence, but I didn't. Not when lives depended on it.

I walked out the door and saw the marina about 200 yards away. I wasn't in the mood to get wet, so I borrowed the motorboat and started for shore.

There had to be something bigger going on here.

Those men obviously weren't the brains of the operation, because it had been just a little too easy to escape. No, they were just hired hands.

That thought did not cheer me as I wondered what I was involved in.

Thin thugs POV

When I came to my head was throbbing.

"My leg hurts," I heard David complain. "Shut up," I told him "You do realize what deep crap we are in?"

"Umm… no," he said

"And that is why I am paid to run things, and you are just brute force" I told him.

I grabbed my cell

"Boss, we have a problem. She escaped."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ESCAPED?"

"Listen—I will find her before she gets too far," I said, trying to calm him.

"You'd better—and fast. I am this close and I wont have YOU RUIN IT."

"Ok, Boss."

"Try staking out the FBI head quarters," he said. " She doesn't know where Neal lives, so she will probably try to go there first. If you fail that concussion will be the last of your worries."

I hung up the phone trembling.

"How does he do that?" I asked myself.

If anyone knows code I used they are totally awesome and I will send them virtual cookies and mention them in the beginning of the next chapter.