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Neal woke up to the low hum drumming sound of passing traffic and the distant sound of a car horn or two. His first instinct had been to access his surroundings and to plan a way out.

He was in a dimly lit room, roughly 8 x 10 feet, with a steel bolted door and had a couple of high bar type windows, less than 12 inches in width. That would explain how he could hear the noises, but still no possible way out. Neal's further planning was interrupted by a throbbing pain from his head, and soon his back, the sides of his body, and his wrists started to feel the pain as well.

He tried to move around but it was no use. He was slumped to the floor wrists securely bound tight with plastic bundle wires, his fingers were interlaced, hands heavily covered by duct tape. His arms hung above his head attached to a chain and metal clamps to the wall. His captor had done a very good job of keeping him still.

"I see our guest has finally gained consciousness." the malice in his voice was unmasked and Neal knew exactly who he was. "I was afraid I clobbered you into a coma Caffrey if you hadn't woken up any sooner. Now where would the fun in that be?"

Neal's heart began to race hearing that cold, murderous voice. He started thrashing and moving his body side to side.

"Now don't try to move, sweetheart we both know that's pointless. You really don't want to open any wounds of yours, or…" Keller says, moving closer as he runs the tip of a knife to the side of Neal's face. "…we can always cut up new ones, your choice."

"Y-you… already h-have the…treasure."

Neal was surprised he was panting as he spoke out those words. How long had he been like this? From Keller's choice of words, he might've been out for a day or two. And if it has been that long, where was Peter or Mozzie?

After Keller kidnapped Elizabeth, he, Keller, Peter, and Mozzie intercepted the container of stolen Nazi treasure from the NYPD. The moment the treasure had been loaded into their getaway truck Keller seized the opportunity to strike him with a crow bar, knocking him unconscious. But that did not explain why his entire body was in so much pain, and more importantly, why Keller brought him here, alive.

"Right you are, Caffrey. And it's somewhere far safer than you and your vertically challenged friend could ever hide it. You'd be glad to know I've already put it to good use. I've already bought my freedom back from the Russians. Oh and," Keller's lips curved into a sadistic smile "…the feds won't be able to find you, either. No use Neal, better enjoy it while you still can, or should I say, while you're still breathing."

Those were the last words Neal heard before falling into unconsciousness once more.

A.N: Just trying some things would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.