Hi guys! Long time no see, no I am not dead! Hehe. Anyway, here's another chapter, have fun!

Peter climbed into bed and laid down on his stomach as soon as they walked into the room. His arms crossed and his head rested upon them. With a sigh he felt the bed pull down to the side of him followed by Elizabeth's hands beginning to kneed Peter's shoulders.

"Mmmmmm…" He murmured, closing his eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?" Asked a sleepy tone.

"You're home, we're home…alone…" She began. "And I love you." She leaned down to kiss his neck before telling Peter to unbutton his shirt from the front so she could remove it. After he had, Elizabeth gently worked it over his arms, tossing it to the side. She then kneeled over Peter, one leg on one side while the other held the same position. Her hands began to rub, grab, and work Peter's tense muscles with small yet firm fingers. Peter felt himself melt into them, humming when she hit certain spots. Soon after Peter fell asleep, followed by Elizabeth who had curled up next to him.

Why? Was her final coherent thought to herself. Why couldn't things always be as simple as this? And with that, the Burkes more than just welcomed the essence of rest, they soaked in it.

It was 10:30 when they decided to get up again. Peter woke, turning under the covers to see Elizabeth's eyes peering toward him. He smiled before blinking his eyes slowly and stretching out on the bed.

"Gu'morning hun." He muttered, returning to his normal position.

"Hey." Elizabeth said simply with a smile. "Got some sleep?"

"Yes, and it was very much needed." He said, kissing Elizabeth's lips lightly. She complied with his until they broke apart.

"I could really go for some coffee." Elizabeth said, beginning to get out of bed to make some.

"And some homemade French toast sound really good to me."

"Well I'll get right on it then." El smiled.

"No, I'll make the French toast, you make the coffee." Elizabeth was better than Peter at make great coffee. She knew the right one to buy and what to put in it to make it taste even better. Nodding, Elizabeth started for downstairs and began to make coffee.

"Morning Satch." She smiled. Humming lightly as the floor creaked above her with Peter's footsteps, Elizabeth took the coffee pot and began to fill it up. As she was doing so a sudden movement from by the window caught her eye, forcing her neck to snap up. Suddenly Elizabeth jumped back, throwing the coffee pot into the sink. She screamed, pushing a high scream into the home. Hanging in front of the window was a man, obviously dead, hanging by his neck. He swung in long, slow movements. The graying corpse strangely resembled Mozzie.

"PETER!" She cried. "P-P-PETER!" The sound of rushing footsteps unfolded like a rumbling waterfall.

"El? El what's wrong?" Peter asked Elizabeth who now sat on the floor, pushed up against the cabinets with her hands covering her mouth. Peter kneeled in front of Elizabeth, placing large hands on her shoulders. "What, what?" He was too panicked to see what she was so upset about. Satchmo whined, running into the kitchen from the living room. Crying, El raised her arm and pointed toward the window.

"There's a…There's…hanging!" She fluttered. Peter turned his head to see the body in the window. He stared for a moment then took Elizabeth by the shoulders and dragged her up into his arm. Was that Mozzie? Her tears rolled hysterically into his shirt as Peter led her to the living room to sit her down.

"Its ok, hon. Shhh." He placed her onto the couch and handed her the phone. "Call 911." He moved quickly to the front windows and made sure they were locked before pulling down the shades. He also latched the front door. He then went over to the drawer in the kitchen, fiddling threw it for a gun he kept in the back. Then Peter returned to Elizabeth.

"El. El I need you to call 911. If anyone gets inside and tries to hurt you, shoot them." Peter spoke quickly . He looked toward Satchmo.

"Stay." He told the dog before getting up and running upstairs to pick up his cell phone and his gun. He flipped open his phone, calling Jones. He didn't even wait for Jones to finish his greeting.

"Jone-" Jones started.

"I need backup at my house, now." Peter sternly answered, loading his gun. He then closed the phone and placed it in his pocket. Running downstairs he slipped next to Elizabeth again. He placed his arms around her for a quick hug before pulling her from the couch.

"Hon..hon I need you to go downstairs and hide. Take Satch with you. If anyone tries to hurt you shoot them." He then took a breath. "And whatever you hear, don't come upstairs. Don't go outside. Not until the team calls you out." His voice got quieter as he ended. There was silence as the two of them held their gaze while Elizabeth stood on the first step down. She sniffled and pushed her lips into his, entwining Peter's into a powerful lock. "Be careful." She whimpered. Peter nodded, pulling her into a quick hug. "Hon." She whispered. "Hon." Peter whispered back. Then Peter moved out of the way of the door and pushed Satchmo in, patting his head. He then closed the door. Elizabeth was surely very frightened by this whole scenario. Peter couldn't blame her. Running outside Peter held his gun up, scoping his backyard while making his way toward the hanging body. As he reached it Peter looked up, lifting his hand to check and see if the man had a pulse. He looked an awful amount like Mozzie, but Peter refused to believe it. All of a sudden a whish came from behind Peter before he felt a hard knock on the head. It was darkness that met him next.

Elizabeth hurried to the window of the basement to see what was going on. Out front was a black limo, simply waiting there, in the front yard. Next she heard men faintly shouting; she couldn't make out the words. However what she saw next made her heart freeze. Peter was being dragged by his jacket and shirt collar out to the limo. Another man took his feet and they ran toward the limo while another, a woman, opened the door. Soon enough they sped down the street. Elizabeth held the gun tighter, thinking that if the window would have been able to open she would have shot at the tires. However that probably would lead her to being found and also kidnapped. What good would that do? The limo went to fast for her to see the license plate. Tears filled her eyes as she squatted on the ground. Satchmo wined and wagged his tail, crossing the distance between them. Elizabeth placed her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his golden fur. She just had to wait for the team to arrive. They would find Peter like they always have…right?

Neal watched as they dragged Peter into the limo.

"No…" He said weakly, his head turned in the direction of Peter's entrance while still leaning against the headrest. Peter was then placed in, slumped against the seat.

"Wake him up." One of the captors commanded as he got in and sat across from Peter and Neal followed by the other two. Neal glanced over his partner, feeling too weak to hardly even pull himself to sit up. He looked for any bleeding on Peter's head, noticing a slight bump. At least he wasn't bleeding.

"Peter." He said, shaking Peter's arm. Finally Neal got his back off of the seat and pulled slapped Peter's face a bit. "Peter wake up." He said again as the limo sped away. Peter still didn't wake up. One of the guys then walked bent over to Peter and splashed water on him. Finally Peter woke, eyes opening with a wince.
"Peter?" Neal questioned. Peter's head turned toward Neal to see his eyes watch over him with concern. "Peter, are you ok?" Peter was disorientated. What was Neal doing here? Where were they?

"Neal? What are you..Where are we?" Peter picked himself up more, sitting straighter in his seat. He remembered being in the backyard and then… well…he was knocked out. Now here he was. Peter's hand went over and touched the spot on his head. Neal shrugged.

"I don't know." Peter looked Neal over to see he was bundled in a long winter coat and normal clothes, not a hospital gown.

"Agent Burke, nice of you to join us again." One of the captors greeted. The woman. Sadie. Peter pushed up even straighter. He looked back at Neal and pushed him back against the seat. Neal shouldn't be out, he was still recovering.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere like, I don't know, jail?" Peter growled, looking at the captors to see the Sadie among the three.

"Too easy." No pauses."We want to know where that Polaroid is, Burke." Sadie hissed.

"I don't know! Why would I ever know where it was?" Peter argued.

"Because you were the one to take it."

"It was evidence, the lab had it."

"Well then tell me where my sister is, I know you know that."

"I don't." Peter growled snarkly. "Why do you want it so bad?"

"It's the last of our sister." One of the men stated. Peter looked to Sadie again.

"She's not dead, I told you that. And bullshit you want the Polaroid just for the picture, you must have tons of pictures."

"She is! Why wouldn't I have seen her? We're her family!"

"Because she went into hiding, I told you this." Peter huffed.

"I don't believe you at all. If she really is alive then take us to her."

"Listen, when someone goes into hiding no one knows where they go but the agent who puts them into hiding, which was not me. I don't know who put her into hiding and there's hardly a way to find out."

"Oh there will be one if you want to be alive next time your wife sees you." Sadie responded. Peter turned his head to look at Neal and leaned his back against the seat.

"I'm telling you I don't know where she is." Peter insisted. He truly didn't.

"I do." Neal spoke calmly. Sadie's eyes flickered to him. Peter's raised questions. Of course Neal would be the one to know where she was, but would he really give the captors her address? "She lives in Vermont." He admitted. Peter gave him a look as in to say 'why would you ever tell them where she is?'. Neal maintained his eye contact with the captors, ignoring Peter.

"What?" Spoke Sadie.

"You heard me." Neal reported.

"I don't believe you. You're going to have to prove it."

"And how do you expect me to do so?"

"Take us to her." Sadie said coldly. Neal shook his head.

"I'll give you the address." He said, motioning for a pen and paper. Peter watched in awe and question. How could Neal ever do such a thing? Something had to be up, there was a plan…wasn't there? He wasn't going to give up an innocent woman to be hunted, was he? The captors handed Neal the piece of paper. When he was done Neal handed it to Sadie.

"Thank you, Mr. Caffrey." Sadie smiled, making a gesture toward the two men. They quickly saturated two cloths with a substance. Peter and Neal looked at each other, knowing neither of them were going to be able to put up a fight. Peter wasn't ready to be chloroformed, he wanted to talk with Neal now. Rolling his head back into the seat, Peter's mouth went straight into the chloroformed rag.

When Peter awoke again he was in the back of what seemed to be a van. Neal was besides him, still knocked out and asleep. He blinked for a moment, fighting the pain radiating from his head. He grunted, putting his hand on Neal's shoulder with a shake.

"Neal, wake up." He instructed. When Neal didn't respond Peter slapped his face gently, careful not to startle him. He then shook Neal again, rewarded with a groan.

"Peter…" Neal spoke, his hand finding its way up to his head. Peter patted his arm briefly, rubbing his eyes to relieve some pressure. It was when he went to shift himself that he found their ankles had been chained to the floor of the…van? They must have switched vehicles. "Where are we?" Neal asked, massaging his forehead.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Peter answered. "Now what were you thinking, giving them her address."

"Peter I know what I'm doing." Neal defended.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Then what in god's name are you doing?" Peter demanded.

"I have a plan."

"It would have been nice for you to tell me first. Being hit on the head, dragged into a limo, questioned, drugged, and chained wasn't an idea of a good plan if you ask me. I just hope this plan of yours doesn't involve dying because I don't think-"

"Peter! Enough complaining, please." Neal interjected. It was evident that Neal wasn't feeling his best. Even in the low light dark circles and exhaustion were types and transcribed in Neal's features. Peter sighed, lowing his arms onto the rocking floor. "Relax, I left behind a paper at the hospital with the address written on it before they took me. Honestly I don't find it a big deal that she wants to track down her sister."

"Neal, she's crazy. I don't understand how you could not see her as a threat."

"All I'm saying is that maybe they can settle things out on their own…and if they can't the FBI will be there shortly after we are."

"Layla pretended to be dead for years. You honestly think Sadie is going to break down and smother her long lost sister in kisses?" Peter asked angrily. "How did you even get her address?" Neal looked at Peter with a stupid look on his face.

"I checked up on her to see if she was alright and I…"

"You didn't." Peter grunted.

"well…we met up sometimes before she was relocated to Vermont."

"You dated her?" Peter asked. Neal scratched his neck.

"Well I don't know if dating was the right word for it, Peter."

"So you just…used her for …"

"No! Peter…you should know I have more class than that." Neal scolded lowly.

"Just making sure. So if you didn't date her and you didn't do that then what did you do?"

"Well we were basically just good friends. I mean I wanted to get closer to her but then she was relocated."

"Oh." Peter said, looking ahead of him.

"Yep." Neal agreed. "And I've got a back-up plan for when things go wrong."

"Glad your confident things will."

"Hey, we have to be prepared." Neal responded with a shrug. Peter shrugged back, digging his palm into his eye. Neal watched.

"He got you pretty good with that pan huh?" Neal asked. Peter nodded.

"Not as bad as that girl got you. How are you feeling?"

"Like I was ran over by a stampede of wild buffalo." Neal answered tiredly, leaning his head back as he crossed his arm over his side. No doubt it was really starting to bother him. Peter scoffed lightly.

"How did they get you?" Peter asked.

"Well Sadie came in, pulled me out of bed, threw me on the floor, and waited as I got dressed. Once I was she waited until the coast was clear…by that time I looked like any other guy." Neal was just beginning to get better, he was actually staying awake again and eating at good times. Now this. They both fell into silence.

"I'm sorry, Neal." Peter said after a few moments. He truly was. Neal was surprised by Peter's response.

"You didn't do anything." Neal said, looking to Peter with questioning eyes.

"If it weren't for me you wouldn't be hurt, you wouldn't be here."

"Listen partner…we're in this together whether I'm in pain or as high as the Empire State building so I say you stop feeling sorry for me and cowboy up." Neal said a matter-a-factly. Peter chuckled, looking down at his hands briefly.

"Just take it easy, alright? Don't do anything you're not up to."

"I already have, but I'll try…how is your head?" Neal asked.

"It's been better, but it is better than before." Peter paused. "Now that we have that over with I believe we have a long drive to go…and we should use it wisely." Neal nodded, sitting himself up to lean against the back of the van as he began to take off his jacket, hissing as he stretched one of his arms back. Peter helped him pull it off his arm, not wanting Neal to wrestle with it. Neal thanked Peter and rolled up the jacket, placing it on the floor as he laid on his back, using the jacket as a pillow.

"Good idea." Peter commented, doing the same. Soon they both fell into a sleep that was uneasy, yet helpful after the drugs that have entered their system.

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