Keller typed on the keyboard and then turned the screen.

"Come see what I found," he said, taking a step backward, gun in hand, to keep the distance from Neal. Neal kept his eyes on Keller as he rounded the desk and looked at the screen, prepared to keep a straight face. He knew he had failed on that. Keller had brought his and Mozzie's treasure cam on the screen, and the feed showed two men loading their treasure into a van.

"There it is," Keller said, studying him. "I wanted to see your face when you figured it out. I won, Neal."

It had been times when Neal had wished the treasure had never been there. He knew he did his best to deny this, but he knew in his heart that those thoughts had crossed his mind more than once.

To let Keller have it, was something else. Keller had not risked his life for it. The man was cunning and without honor. He did not deserve the treasure.

Without Neal giving it even a first thought, his first smacked into Keller's grinning jaw.

Before he could place a second hit Keller had his gun pointed at him. A bullet whistled over his shoulder. He was too close to miss unless deliberately.

"Distance, Caffrey!" He fingered on his bleeding lip. "Damn it. You know, you should be proud. Hale, he didn't want to give up the knowledge on the Degas. And Sara… Pretty little Sara, whose heart you broke, she didn't want to betray you, either. Congratulations. You made friends."

There were plenty of reasons why Keller never made those on his own. It was so pitiful to ruin for others what you couldn't make for yourself.

"I can't wait to take you down."

Keller chuckled at this.

Then, someone yanked the door handle.

"FBI!" Peter yelled at the other side of the door, pounding it. "Open up!"

"They took their time," Keller mused, moving to leave.

"Neal!" Peter called.

"Oh, the amulet. Consolation prize." Keller tossed him the amulet and left through the other door.

The pounding was getting harder. Neal dived into the computer to remove any trace of what Keller had shown him.

"Neal!"

"Peter, it's Neal!" he called back. "I'm alone and unarmed, okay? I'm unlocking the door."

He jogged up to the door and unlocked the many locks Raquel had seen fit. Peter, Diana, and Jones were outside.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, moving into the room.

"Keller was here. He's armed."

"What? Where'd he go?"

"That door."

The three agents ran past him, following Keller with their guns drawn. Neal had just one thought: to keep Keller away from the treasure. And right now, he was without the anklet.

Peter had his gun ready, but the room appeared to be empty.

"I'll check upstairs," Jones said and took the staircase.

"Anything?" Peter asked Diana, who went further down the hall.

"Clear."

"Jones?"

"Clear."

There were no doors out but the one they had all used.

"Where the hell did he go?" Peter mumbled. It was an oddly shaped room. It's one of those 'behind the scenes' rooms you got when you wanted to have square rooms in a building without straight angles. He stared into a cake-slice-looking corner filled with a bookshelf. "Jones, get Caffrey."

He walked over to the bookshelf. It was no trouble to find the doorknob once you looked for it. He opened the door, swing the bookshelf away.

"A rabbit hole," Diana sighed beside him.

"Yeah. That's where he went."

"Peter…" Jones returned. "He's gone."

"He's off anklet," Diana said.

Whatever Neal was doing had to do with Keller and his personal vendetta with him. It was not a good thing. He turned to Jones.

"Find him."

He and Diana tried the rabbit hole. It led out. Of course. Without a clue where Keller might have gone.

"Damn it!"

They returned to the van.

"He turned the GPS on his watch off, too," Jones said.

"I would be surprised if he didn't," Peter muttered. "Damn it, Neal!"

Even if the kid did survive, it would be hard not to see this as an escape attempt.

"Hey!" Diana said, grinning. "Caffrey's GPS is back on."

"Where is he?"

"Five Beekman."

"Let's go."

"All right, I'm almost at the warehouse," Neal said to Mozzie at the other end of the phone call. "We need a solid plan, Moz." He could not just walk in there and think they would return what they packed into the van.

"Okay. It's coming up… Wait. Neal…"

"What is it?"

"He's not in the warehouse."

"Wait. His men are gone? What did they take?"

"Hold on. Let me check something. Let me look at the old feed. Yes. They're there, but they're not there there."

"What are you saying?"

"It's a fake warehouse. The treasure room on cam - it's not ours. Keller must have hacked the feed."

Neal slowed his steps and came to a stop. Had he been fooled? Why?

"He faked it?"

"Apparently, he couldn't follow the signal to the real location, so he made a replica."

"And the only reason he showed up at the lab was to get me to lead him to the real warehouse." Oh, god, he almost made it to the warehouse.

"Off anklet," Moz pointed out. He had also made sure to turn the GPS on his watch off. He would have a hard time explaining that.

"Damn it." He had put more than the treasure at risk. And now he put it at risk for nothing.

"The FBI has no idea where you are, so he can take you down," Moz pointed out, more thinking about Neal's safety than possible life in prison. "Are you being followed?"

"Maybe. All right. I got an idea."

"Lead him someplace else, and then hide there until help arrives."

"Exactly. What's around here?"

"Um... Okay, uh… The palace!"

"The palace. Always a fan favorite."

Neal ended the call and turned right as if it had been his intention all the time.

Two minutes later, he walked into an old, abandoned hotel. It had an open yard at the bottom where you could see all five floors up to a glass ceiling. The railings were in cast iron and fabulously decorated with curves and leaves. It must have been glorious in its days. Now it gave more the feeling of a sunken Titanic.

He hurried up the stairs. He got to the third floor before he saw Keller enter. It was time to call the cavalry. He pushed the button on his watch to turn on the GPS.

"Come on, Caffrey," Keller called from somewhere. "I know you're not keeping the loot on an upper level."

"I'm not keeping the loot in this building," Neal returned. He heard footsteps. So Keller was on the same floor as he.

"You're as predictable as everyone else, you know that?" Keller said. "The moment you saw your precious cargo had been hauled away, you dodged the feds and led me right to it."

Neal heard him get closer. He stood close to a wall, just listening. Keller's shadow fell through the doorway beside him. He held his breath.

One of the birds that found a home in the Palace flew and caught Keller's attention. When Neal was sure Keller had walked away, he moved. He saw Keller and moved through the rooms and the broken-down walls to get to a favorable position.

"Or I figured out your plan," he said, making Keller spin around and aim his gun at him. "Brought you here instead."

"Yeah, I don't think so. Show me where it is." When Keller saw he was not about to do so, he lowered his gun. "Let's just work together on this one, huh? What do you say? Let's be honest: it's your only chance at survival. Peter can't ever know that you stole the goods from under his nose, Neal. It'll break his heart. So I can help relieve you of this burden. You can continue your criminal-consultant life here in New York… I mean, it's win-win."

Of course, Keller was right, in many ways. He was a talker. He knew which spot to touch to get what he wanted.

"You're as predictable as everyone else, Keller," Neal said. "Your arrogance. Your greed. You're trapped." He nodded towards the yard down below. Keller scanned down over the railing. It was silent.

"Nobody's coming, Neal," he said with certainty. "But what I can't understand is why you would sit on the treasure for so long. I mean, it seems to me you either sell it, you turn it in, or you run, right?"

"Or the feds are on their way, and I don't have it."

"You don't deserve it. You don't even have what it takes to hold on to it. You're not the only one who knows where it is. I'll tell Mozzie you said hi."

Keller raised his gun and Neal knew he would shoot.

"FBI!" Peter yelled, coming up behind Keller. "Drop your weapon."

There was little else to do for his old partner than to raise his hands and give up. Jones yanked the gun from his hand.

"I didn't lie to you, Keller," Neal said, watching the beautiful sight of getting him arrested. "I don't have the treasure."

"It's good to see you again, Burkey," Keller greeted Peter.

Something caught Peter's attention, and he turned towards the upper floors.

"Shooter!" he yelled, and as Keller took a bullet, Jones, Peter, and two well-padded FBI shooters fired in the other direction. Neal ducked.

"Where's Keller?" Peter asked. Neal scanned over the railing and pointed down on the floor below.

"There he is!" Neal watched his nemesis run through a rain of bullets and get out of sight.

"All units, pursue suspect on the northwest side of the building," Peter yelled over the radio.

"I got the shooter," Diana called down to them. And by the arm, she held… their eyes met.

"Raquel."