Past Haunts: Chapter 22

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Warnings: -_- really guys? you should know the warnings by now...

Disclaimer: I don't own white collar, just this plot line and OC. *sigh*

Run!, Dark, and Jamming

It all happened so fast, Neal had almost no time to react. His first instinct though was to get between Elizabeth and the men that had just broken into the house. Satchmo was growling and barking, but the four men in ski masks ignored the dog since it didn't charge them. One of the men, large and burly, cased the place in a mere second, and nodded his head at Neal.

The other three reached out for the con as he was pushing El out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He pushed a side table in the path of the men, but it was like a gnat to them. An iron grip wrapped around Neal's upper arm and yanked him away from El.

"Neal! " El stopped and looked back for him.

"Elizabeth, RUN! " Another man held on to Neal to keep him form breaking free of the other, while the third walked around them to get to Elizabeth. "Don't you touch her! " Neal raged and screamed and kicked. Heck, he even tried to bite the men, but nothing moved them. He watched in horror as the man in front of him managed to grab El before she got the door open.

She swung, her fist connecting briefly with his jaw, before he wrestled her still and pressed a white cloth to her face. In a matter of seconds, she was out. Neal couldn't breathe. In his panicked state all he could think was that she was dead. His sapphire blue eyes, fixed on her unconscious form, didn't see the cloth coming down over his own mouth and nose. The world faded to black.

"Leave the woman here. The boss said no extras." The man holding El turned to the burly guy and whined.

"But I like 'em feisty. Besides, it would be great to hear her scream while we break him." The burly man growled and motioned for the others to take their 'objective' to the van out back. They promptly did, wary of the big guy's temper. Once they were out of the room, the man pulled his ski mask up to level the other with a glare.

"The boss said no, so no. Leave her here, or..." He pulled out the hand gun from his waistband. "I have permission to dispose of you." The man gingerly put El down and raised his hands.

"Alright, man. It was just a suggestion." The man with the gun nodded and put his weapon away.

"Good. Crowley doesn't like having to deal with messes." And then they were gone.

Red and blue took turns painting the siding of Peter's house. The front door was open for agents and CSI could pass through quickly. Peter ignored all of this as he ran up the steps and over anyone that got between him and his wife. The paramedics had managed to revive her pretty quickly, since she hadn't inhaled that much chloroform. She was a bit light headed, but she didn't care about that right then. When Peter spotted her, he grabbed her and didn't let her go for the longest time. He could feel her body shaking with the sobs she had been holding in and rubbed circles on her back, even if he would rather go out and shoot a certain man a few hundred times.

"P-Peter. They took him. They took our son. I don't know who they are, but you have to get them, and bring him h-home." Peter looked into her shimmering eyes, and he promised to do all in his power to fulfill her command. Once he got her upstairs and in bed, he turned off husband mode and went complete FBI agent.

"Jones, any idea as to who did this?" The young agent shot his boss a worried glance.

"No, Sir. They didn't even break the door. The only signs of a struggle are the scrapes on the floor from a side table being shoved violently and the bruises Elizabeth's sporting." Peter saw red for a moment, before quickly shutting it down. They would boot him off of this case faster than he could say tracking anklet before- Peter mentally face-palmed.

"Jones, have you checked Neal's anklet?" There was a pause, then the sound of a phone quickly being dialed. Peter was holding his breath. Jones returned.

"Nothing. There's nothing saying that it's been cut, so they must be using some kind of signal jammer." So these guys were smart, but why jam the signal and not just cut the anklet?

"They are gonna want us to find him at some point. So, he's still in the city. The guys who grabbed him were professionals. We need someone who can unjam the signal somehow, but who?" Diana popped in just then, having overheard them as she was walking by.

"Mozzie He's good with tech stuff. And I'm sure he'd be more than willing to help for Neal's sake." Peter snapped his fingers, then wagged one at Diana approvingly.

"Yes, yes, yes, " Peter's phone appeared in his hand, and it was ringing not ten seconds later.

"Hello? Who-"

"Mozz, we need your help. It's Neal." Not a heartbeat passed before-

"What do you need?" Peter let out a woosh of air he had been holding.

"Can you hack into Neal's anklet? It hasn't been cut, but the signal's been jammed." He could practically hear Mozzie thinking it over.

"I think so. I'll need access to FBI databases and their network. They probably used something that the system recognized as 'legal' so as not to set it off." Peter told Jones and Diana, and they practically ran out of the house to get to the Bureau.

"Done. Get to the Bureau as fast as you can. We don't know what these guys want yet, and we can't waste any time." For a minute there was no answer, and Peter thought he had pushed it, telling Mozzie to come into a government building.

"Mozz, now is not the time to get skittish on me."

"Peter. I just got informed that Frank is meeting with Obadiah Crowley. Peter, the head of the Philadelphia crime family has Neal."

Yeah, of Satchmo got hurt, I think I would kill these guys myself. Once again, not Frank. But he may show up later ;) Please review!