* Sorry for the long wait! I promise I'll update more consistently from now on! Anyway... Here's when Keller "had his back". READ AND REVIEW

It was years ago. A classic robbery from an art museum, just Neal and Keller. They were a perfect team, unbeatable. Unless of course, bad luck prevented their quick and stealthy get away.

Which, it did. In the form of an electrical fire.

They were making their escape, the truck outside nearly full of priceless art. They grabbed one last Van Gogh, and were heading to the back exit when the alarm sounded.

"Shit! I thought you disabled the alarm!" Keller cursed.

"I did! That's the fire alarm!"

Keller nodded and pulled Neal into the next hallway. They crept around, ducking behind walls as guards ran past, screaming like little girls.

"C'mon." Neal whispered, rounding the corner in front of Keller, "Goddammnit! KELLER, STAY BACK."

Naturally, Keller complied, but leaned around the corner to see what was going on.

What he saw? A nightmarish inferno. Flames, eight feet high, licked the walls, viciously consuming drywall and the beautiful works of some Russian sculptor.

But across the room was a temptation even a raging fire couldn't keep Neal Caffrey from. An original Raphael. And it was just out of the fire's reach. For now.

Keller saw Neal spot it, saw him work out a relatively safe route to it in his mind.

"Neal. Neal, goddammnit, get back here! Fuck!"

Neal had darted across the room as the building groaned with an intent to collapse.

"Neal!" Keller screamed over the crackling roar, "Leave it! We have to go."

But Neal pretended not to hear him. He had the crazed, desperate aura about him telling Keller he was going after that Raphael.

Keller waited, irritably, when he heard the ceiling starting to crumble. He was too focused on that to notice the falling sculpture in time. Right by Neal, standing five or six feet tall, was a Russian sculpture.

"NEAL, LOOK OUT!"

Keller shouted, running forward, though his efforts were in vain. It hit Neal's collar bone, throwing him to the ground, trapping him beneath it.

The fire grew steadily.

Keller glanced from his trapped partner, to the empty hallway facing towards the front of the building.

Neal struggled to get free as the heat became more and more intense.

Keller felt no humanly obligation to help Neal, but inside he wanted to. Because he was his one, true friend.

Keller ducked under the smoke, trying to reach Neal when a burning chunk of drywall and plywood broke from the ceiling and clocked him. Right in the head.

His vision darkened very suddenly but he had to get to Neal. He stumbled through the smoke, and with nothing but pure adrenalin allowing him to, he lifted the sculpture just enough for Neal to slide out.

He half dragged Neal to the side exit, where they managed to sneak past the firemen. It wasn't until they were a safe distance away, in a nearby parking lot, that Keller released Neal.

Neal fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing. He too seemed to be fighting to remain conscious.

"What... What happened to your head? You're bleeding." Neal croaked, as Keller laid back onto the gravel.

"Wh-? Oh. Piece of... ceiling or some shit fell down and hit me." Keller responded, gingerly pressing the side of his head.

"You've got my back, don't you, Keller?" Neal asked, laying back and shutting his eyes.

"'Course I do. I just pulled you from a burning building because you HAD to have that Raphael." Keller mumbled, rubbing his head.

Neal smiled, and then his eyes rolled back and his head hit the ground.

Keller was going to laugh at how stupid Neal had just looked, when he too lost consciousness.

"You had my back, back then."