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Chapter 1

"Stop giving me choices.

I can fake it,

I can fake it 'til it hurts."

-The Hoosiers

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The three of them stood there. They were cold and shivering. El was in between Neal and her husband. The men across from them had told them to stand apart, but all she wanted was for Peter to hold her. He had a black eye and blood coming from his nose, Neal with a split lip and dark bruise along his jaw. She was scared.

The room was large, underneath a house that is in the middle of no where. No witnesses, no-body to hear anything. There were four guys, standing looking at them. One looking her up and down, it was making her uncomfortable. Peter was looking around the place, not noticing this, but Neal had. He edged closer to her, standing slightly in front. His movement made all four guys focus on him and step closer. Peter looked over, ready to fight if need be.

He didn't need to, they didn't come any closer. Someone walked in through the door to the right, nodding to the guy closest to him. He dragged over three chairs, two facing each other, and one in the middle facing the other way, so it was at a right angle to the others. The other three guys walked over, each grabbing a captive. Peter began to struggle, Neal following, but a gun to El's head soon stopped them both.

Peter was thrown and held into the chair furthest from the door, giving him the door as a view. It was altered when El was restrained to the chair opposite. She was scared, eyes wide and tear wet cheeks. Neal was last, being tied – tightly by rope – to the chair in the middle. He was looking straight ahead, so Peter and El could only see one side of him each. He turned his head to the left, seeing Peter. He was looking past him to his wife before eyes settling on the man in between them.

They were all at a crime scene, it had been El's gallery job and it had been robbed. They were all walking her to her car when they were grabbed from behind. They used El to get Peter to hand over the anklet key before shoving them in a van, after a struggle. Then they were here.

The two guys holding Peter let go, but he didn't move. The new arrival was behind his wife with his gun trained on her. Neal was watching him too. The guy looked at Peter, smiling, knowing he had him.

"Right, Agent Burke, White Collar division. I am so happy you could join us. And you brought guests, Mrs Burke," he bends down to talk close to her ear, "I am really, very happy that you could join us," standing up right to speak again to the room, "and Mr Caffery, I've heard a lot about you."

Neal looked up at him as he walked near, standing behind him, grabbing each shoulder with his hands. Neal flinched slightly and shut his eyes. Peter edged forward in his seat, only just. His eyes went to El, she was staring at him, trying to block out what was happening.

"Yes, I've heard a lot about you," he was rubbing his hands into Neal's shoulders, up to the base of his skull and back along to the shoulder blades, "you have always been high on my radar. It was just chance she was with you Agent, but he was always going to be here, hope that makes you feel better."

He was looking at Peter. Smirk on his face. Hands resting on Neal, thumb stroking his hair. Peter saw his friend stare ahead, the look on his face tense but resigned, he knew he would have to endure what ever was thrown at him. And Peter hated it.

The guy nodded to his associates and they abruptly left. He walked around the back of Peter to the front of Neal, leaning against a bare wooden table. Watching. Peter wanted to get up. He knew he could take him, but El and Neal were tied down, defenceless.

"Get up." The guy was looking at Neal, but talking to Peter. As the Agent stood, Neal quickly glanced at him. Peter saw the brief fear in his eyes, along with a cold determination. He slowly walked in front of the guy, back to his friend. Breathing heavy, he waited instruction, receiving a slow circular turn of a vertical finger. Complying, he turned to face his CI. The guy spoke up.

"Let's play a game before we get started. I mean all work and no play...I want to see who means the most to you Agent, her or him. I feel I know the answer, but I want to hear it. Then I will hurt that person if you don't do what I tell you to do to the other. Got it?"

Peter didn't know what to say. He looked wide eyed at the man sitting, bound in front of him. Glancing at El he saw her eyes were wet with tears, red and puffy. He loved her so much. Hated the situation he was in.

"It's ok." Neal's calm and steady monotone snapped Peter's attention back to him. He was sitting, resigned, giving permission. Peter nodded. He hated it.

"Right, so I guess you all have reached a decision. Surprising he had a say, criminal input being heard and all." He was trying to get a reaction out of Peter, but looking at Neal, he knew he don't let the guy win. Not like this.

"Right, first thing's first... take off his clothes." Peter's head snapped round in confusion, brow down. He wasn't sure what the guy was going to say, but this wasn't it. The guy just smiled at him, nodding slightly, so he turned back to Neal. His face was one of confusion too, before he noticed Peter looking at him, then he locked their eyes and nodded once, knowing El would be the target.

Peter stepped forward, hands reaching out to the knot of Neal's tie, as Neal lifted his chin to give access.