(Peter POV)

Twelve hours.

That's how long Neal had been missing. Since then, Peter had gotten about one-and-a-half hours of sleep total, spending all his time in the office. They'd gotten no word of his whereabouts, and the only lead they had was a video of the kidnapped girl in a warehouse by a body of water.

Peter put his head in his hands. This was all Agent Rice's fault. She had been stubborn and stupid to take Neal for her investigation, and then not even use him in it. The she had been just plain idiotic when she believed sending Neal in alone for a "meeting" with Wilkes without his anklet was a good idea.

Now Neal was in the hands of someone who wanted him dead- a very dangerous someone who could quite possibly make him dead.

Peter stifled a groan. "Man... I really need a coffee right now."

Just then Jones burst into his office. "Peter! We have a sighting on Neal... you'd better come see this."

The slight hesitation in his sentence made Peter practically jump from his seat and book it to the main conference room. Inside a dozen other agents including Hughes, Lauren, and Rice were all sitting or standing around the table. Peter looked up to the screen and saw a picture of Neal, looking slightly ruffled, standing in front of a desk in a small building.

Immediately Peter walked over and took a seat at the table. "What've we got, Hughes? Please, give me some good news right now."

Hughes sighed and looked down. "Well, Peter, I think I'd be better off just letting you watch..." he paused. He opened his mouth to say something else, seemed to think better of it, and pressed play.

The video started over from the beginning. It looked like it was the security footage from a travel agency building. The red-haired secretary was just barely visible on screen, and all you could hear was the tapping of her fingers on the keyboard. Neal came into view just outside the door, seemingly from a run, and ruffled his hair and pulled on his shirt a little. He then pulled open the door and walked in.

They started talking, Neal trying to convince the secretary that he needed a certain "John Loze's" itinerary for a flight. The lady kept refusing, and as the seconds ticked by, on-screen Neal began to grow more and more frantic. At one point he stalked over to the window and stared up at something on the other side of the glass before hurriedly returning to the conversation.

"Alright, people, this is where it gets even more intense," stated Hughes. He'd obviously watched this before.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He was searching for something- anything- that would give him a clue to why Neal was acting this strangely. Obviously Wilkes was involved, but was he threatening Neal's life? Lindsay's?

On-screen Neal started to grow desperate after the secretary- "Kathy" - refused him once again. Then he started to beg.

Peter's eyes widened slightly, and he leaned forward to catch every detail he could. Neal was full on begging, almost to the point of shouting at the lady, while she in return was trying to console him for not getting it.

"Kathy-" on-screen Neal said one last time before-

"KATHY!"

CRASH

The windows in the building shattered and Kathy tipped backwards, while Neal stumbled backwards and fell, just barely holding onto a desk to keep him fro going all the way down.

Peter, along with half of the other agents in the room jumped to their feet when this happened. Peter knew that he was overreacting, but he couldn't help himself. He was growing mad, mad at Wilkes for making Neal do this, mad at Rice for getting him taken in the first place, mad at himself for letting it happen.

He watched, fuming, as Neal shakily got to his feet and stumbled towards what must be the dead body of Kathy. This brought him out of view of the camera, but since Hughes didn't pause the video, Peter knew there was more to come.

Sure enough, about ten seconds later, a man who Peter could only assume was Wilkes with a few cronies stepped in. Wilkes brusquely stepped forward and out of view for a moment until he reappeared in the same position that Kathy was in at the beginning. He started typing and clicking at the computer, until he seemingly finished. The printer could be heard in the background, so Wilkes now most likely had the itinerary.

One of the thugs stepped forward and pulled a recovering Neal forward. Neal did seem to have regained his composure, back to his cool and collected self. Wilkes worked his way back into view of the camera. He leaned towards Neal and whispered something into his ear, and suddenly Neal was trembling all over again, now on the verge of hyperventilating. Wilkes smiled and said something else that couldn't be heard over the buzz of people outside. Then the thugs grabbed Neal by his arms and lead/dragged him outside. Just visible by the camera, Neal was shoved roughly into a silver van, followed by Wilkes and another guy. The door was slammed shut, the other crony hopped in the front, and the car took off.

The video ended.

Peter stood slowly, not daring to look at anyone, especially not Rice, in fear that he would be unable to stop himself from throwing himself at her and attacking. He could tell that all eyes were on him- after all, he was the one closest to Neal. Finally, Peter managed to get some words out.

"Did anyone on the scene see a license for the van? Or where it went?"

Immediately there were murmurs around the table, trying to find an answer. Jones spoke up. "No, the license was covered in tape, and the car got lost in the traffic." When he saw Peter's barely controlled expression, he hurriedly continued. "But we were able to get access to the same itinerary that Wilkes has, so we can set up and be there the same time as them."

Peter swallowed back his anger and reached up to scratch the back of his head. "Ok. It's better than nothing, let's work with it. You guys get started on the setup, I'm going back to my office." He just managed to get out of there and into his own office before red clouded his vision and he bit down a frustrated yell. Peter knew that he needed to calm down, because he wouldn't be able to get anything done while he was upset.

Just then the phone rang, and he picked it up to a familiar voice that calmed him down instantly.

"Hey Hon!"

"El, hi. What's going on?"

"Peter," her voice rang through the phone, "um... Mozzie's here, and... He says he wants to see you."

Her voice paused, and he could hear some talking in the background. "No, he says he needs to see you, along with those videos that you've gotten? Does that make sense?"

Peter sighed and scratched his forehead. "Tell him that if he wants to watch them, he'll have to come to the station himself."

Apparently the phone was on speaker, because in the background Peter could hear Mozzie's short bark of incredulous laughter. Elizabeth's voice came back on.

"Yeah right, Mozzie in the FBI office? I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon. Can you please come here?" Peter could here the puppy dog pleading in her voice.

Well, thought Peter, I needed to calm down and get away anyways.

"Okay, El. I'm coming." He hung up the phone and grabbed a copy of the hostage video. Now to ask Hughes for the one of Neal...