I'd like to thank everyone so much for their reviews, it really encourages me! So another quick chapter update and I'm kind of surprised. This story is really writing itself and what I planned to happen didn't happen because the bad guys screwed it up... My own plans spoiled by my fictional villains. But luckily Neal and Peter have my back. :)

I've also noticed that my story has been more cut and dry and not much emotional perspective from Peter and Neal. But I promise it's on its way soon, I just have to get the circumstances set up. I don't like rushing into something sappy and lovey dovey if it's uncalled for. However, soon it will be called for. }:) mwahahaha poor Neal

When Neal had received the text to begin the heist, that was Peter's cue to go set up outside the reconvening point. They kept their distance from the supposed getaway van and blended in perfectly. All they had to do was wait. But something seemed wrong: it shouldn't have been taking this long. Where was Neal and River? His team on the inside reported that they were releasing the decoy man, but not even he arrived at the van. The head agent radioed for his team to check inside the mansion for any signs of Caffrey or the Bishop. Nothing.

Next thing he knew, Neal's GPS watch stopped transmitting. His signal went dead. "Neeeal, where are you?!" Peter groaned in disdain. He had told him no straying from the plan, no detours, no improvising, and now he had no idea what was going on.

"Boss, an agent on the floor said he saw a van positioned outside the back of the estate," Jones reported urgently while still on the phone with the other agent.

Without any hesitation Peter and Jones ran from their position and the squad leader commanded the rest of his agents to flank both sides of the house meeting in the back. Unfortunately by the time the FBI had closed in, the real van containing Seth Greenwood and River Aglet had vanished along with the painite gem. The extremely frustrated Agent Burke stuffed his gun back into its holder, placed his hands on his hips and let out an annoyed sigh. This operation had blown up in his face and gone south.

"Diana, I want a BOLO out for a white van without windows in the back. Jones, round up a team and search the streets. Secure any escape routes out of the city, whether it's by train, boat, air or anything. Make sure to check any hideouts that River uses, warehouse or safe house," The head strong man finished giving orders and then pulled out his phone trying to reach Caffrey. Not even a ringer; it had been turned off. Although he wasn't surprised, whatever this was, Neal hadn't planned it. Now the boy's alone and probably cornered in the van, and when he's cornered, he makes bad decisions. All Peter could hope for is that his undercover kid would make it through.

Not even ten minutes had passed before Diana got a hit. "Boss, a white van was seen making a right on Paxton Street," she reported.

"That's good!" Peter said with a glimmer of hope shining through. They could still arrest the perpetrators and save Neal all in a day's work. "Jones, I need you to find all escape routes within a ten mile radius of Paxton St." Peter motioned for Diana to come with him, he didn't know where he was going yet, but he was going to get Neal.

"Already did Peter," Jones replied with a grin. "There's a marina two blocks west from the street and an airstrip that's four blocks north. Now all we gotta do is decide which one they're gonna run to."

At last a look of satisfaction appeared on Peter's face; before, all he could do was worry about what kind of trouble his C.I was in. "Great job Jones," he praised his agent. His thoughts ran through his head like a bullet train: taking a boat was quiet and had more freedom, but taking a plane was quick and easy. "Alright, Diana and I will head for the airstrip and Jones, you take a team to the marina," he decided after careful consideration. Then, they would wait like a lion in the brush.

Peter just hoped Neal was unscathed. He wondered what could've happened that the heist plans had to be changed, but he couldn't come up with anything. Step by step he had walked over their plays at the show casing, but he couldn't find anything out of place. The thing that had deviated from the plan was… Oh no. The wine. That slip was the only thing that came to mind. If it was because Neal wasn't allowed a drink of wine that his cover was blown, Peter would never hear the end of it. Not to mention, that would mean it was entirely his fault that Neal was in danger. El would kill him if he put her "precious baby" in danger. Despite that, he wasn't sure he'd want to live with himself if something happened to troublesome Caffrey. Whatever had happened, it certainly wasn't in their favor and couldn't be good.

Vibrant blue eyes flashed open. He knew where they were headed. It had to be the airstrip three blocks after Baker St. They had already passed the marina a couple blocks ago if Neal's calculations were correct. If only Peter knew the same information he had figured out! The best he could hope for is that someone spotted the van along the way and Peter could predict where they were headed. But the clever kid wasn't banking on that chance. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

Neal surveyed his surroundings careful not to glance around and instil suspicion in the wise criminal. Using only his peripheral vision while keeping his eyes on River who was straight across from him, he saw the van's doors to his left and the obvious gunman to his right. The driver was up in the front compartment with a window separating him from the back. If he could startle the gunman, he could make a dash towards the van doors and have it unlocked in a second ready to jump out. Judging from the car's movement, they couldn't have been driving over thirty miles, especially if they didn't want to draw any attention. These were city streets; speeding wouldn't work well. The tricky part was rolling out of the way of oncoming traffic; that should be fun.

As soon as he escaped, the crazy teen could grab the nearest victim's cellphone and get a quick message to Peter to ensure the felon's capture. Neal's mind was set: a quick flick of the gunman's wrist, a shove to send River off his guard, and a bolt to the door.

It was go time. Without warning he struck the flunkey's wrist and triggered a nerve to loosen his grip on the gun, and with his other hand he shoved River back into the wall of the van. Good thing the conman was ambidextrous and had no problem relegating different tasks to each hand. Immediately his young legs propelled him to the back hatch, lifted the lock opening the van doors and flew out above the road. Bang. Neal rolled out his momentum and had just enough time to scramble out of the street before the next car almost collided with his slender yet muscular frame. It had worked; he felt a good deal of pain from his stunt, probably a lot of scrapes too, but it had worked. Hopefully the Bishop wouldn't come back for him. All he needed now was to nab someone's phone; maybe a flash of his forged badge would help. But as he reached into his coat to retrieve the fake credentials, he felt something wet. The frightened boy looked down to see a large crimson stain spreading across the spot where his hand would normally be during the Pledge of Allegiance. He fell to his knees.

Aww poor kid, hopefully Peter will get to him in time! So I really appreciate everyone who reads my story and I would appreciate even more if you could review! Encouragement, constructive criticism, even suggestions would all be welcome! And who knows, if someone gives me a suggestion that I think would work in the story, I will give them a shout out and a huge thank you! Either way, stay tuned for the next chapter!