Here is my new story! Sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it.

Warning: Violence, language and graphic depictions of torture. Spoilers up to season 3, Episode 9.

I would like to thank Ummm. Okay I got nuthin for betaing my story!

Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar.

Enjoy!

Neal looked at the screen in shock. Keller had the treasure. How did he manage that? Mozzie said it was safe, but it obviously wasn't.

Then Neal looked a little closer. He couldn't see anything on the lens that would block the view. The lens on the real 'treasure cam' had a large spot on the right of it, this camera did not. He had asked Mozzie to clean the lens several times when he was there, being as Neal couldn't go there himself, but he never did. For a guy that had the perfect recall, Mozzie could really forget some important things.

Neal discreetly turned off the watch just in case someone was listening in and just decided not to come and save him from Keller, then looked at the man that was smiling smugly at him. "You don't have the treasure," he told Keller with a smile of his own.

"What do you mean? It's right there," Keller explained as he pointed at the screen with his gun.

Neal pointed at the screen with his finger. "You see that?" He asked.

Keller got closer and looked intently for something that wasn't there. "What the hell am I looking at, Caffrey?" He asked in an annoyed voice.

"There was always a smudge on the lens. It's not there anymore."

"Maybe the little guy cleaned it off," Keller said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Neal shook his head. "You don't have the treasure. This isn't a real feed."

Suddenly, there was pounding on the door. "FBI, open up!" Someone yelled from the other side.

Keller quickly thought through his options. Caffrey wouldn't lead him to the treasure if he knew the feed was fake and figured out why he faked it. Unfortunately his opponent was smart, so he would probably figure it out soon enough, if he hadn't already.

Keller's only other option he had to still get the treasure was to take Caffrey with him and make him tell where it was.

"Come on, you're coming with me," Keller said and motioned Caffrey with his gun to the door that the Feds weren't pounding on.

Neal turned the watch back on. If Keller was going to kidnap him, he was going to get a confession for the FBI if he could. "Do you really think kidnapping me will help you?" Neal asked.

Keller smiled smugly. "I know it will. Now go." He motioned to Neal again and this time Neal listened to him and walked slowly to the door, with Keller right behind.

Right out of the door Keller pointed to the right. As Neal looked past some stairs, he saw a bookshelf and looked back at Keller with a questioning look.

"It's a secret passage," Keller explained. "See if you can figure it out."

Neal went up to the bookcase and saw that there was a panel there that could open. He moved his fingers along the edges of the panel and found a spot that pushed in. He pressed on it and the panel opened.

"Good job, Caffrey," Keller praised sarcastically.

Neal looked back at Keller to know the next step.

"You're going in first."

Neal turned back and opened the door all the way. It was extremely dark and he could barely see anything.

"Not afraid of the dark, are we?" Keller asked and took a small flashlight out of his pocket then turned it on. He shined the ray of light into the darkness. It revealed an old metal staircase. Neal and Keller when down the stairs and out of a door that led to the back of the building. The door couldn't be seen from the outside, so no one in the van know about it. And no one had seen Neal and Keller leave that way either.

A black van came into the alley and pulled up. The side door opened revealing two very large men with guns.

"Get in," Keller ordered and pushed Neal with the gun.

Neal could do nothing but comply. He got in and Keller followed behind him. Neal turned to Keller and saw a wide grin on his face, but before he could figure out why, there was a sudden jolt of pain on his neck and Neal gasped. It stopped a few seconds later and Neal slumped to the ground.

Neal looked up to see Keller holding a Taser. He pressed the Taser against Neal's arm. Pain shot though Neal again and he soon passed out.

Neal woke up to be greeted by a monstrous headache and vaguely remembered Wilkes saying something about that when he had woken up from being tasered last time. He was really getting sick of being tasered and kidnapped by ally's-turned-enemies.

Neal decided the best way to approach this situation he was in was to keep his head down and feign unconsciousness. He could tell by the way his head was on his chest that he was sitting up, probably sitting in a chair. By moving his hands minutely, he could tell that they were tied behind his back with zip-ties. He could feel a familiar weight on his left ankle, but it was heavier than his anklet. And that had been taken off for the meeting with Raquel anyway. So what was on his ankle?

He could hear footsteps approaching and he tried to keep his breathing even.

"I know you're awake, Caffrey." Neal could have gone his whole life without hearing that voice.

Giving up on his act, Neal opened his eyes and looked up. Keller was standing in front of him with that same smug smile on his face. God he hated that smile.

"Mornin', sunshine," Keller said in a cheerful voice.

Neal ignored Keller for the time being to get a bearing of his surroundings. He was in a small room that had no windows and only one door. As he suspected, he was sitting in a metal chair and his hands were tied to the chair behind his back. The only things in the room were Keller, himself, a table and the chair he was sitting in.

He looked down and saw that a heavy manacle was tightly wrapped around his left ankle, where the anklet usually was. A chain was attached to it and disappeared to somewhere behind him. Keller's twisted humour was not lost on Neal.

"You were missing the jewellery the Feds gave you, so I replaced in with some of my own. You like it?" Keller said, noticing where his attention was.

"I'm tied to a chair; do you really need to restrain my foot too?"

"I know all about your 'alleged' abilities to escape from almost anything, even zip ties. Call it 'insurance'. You know all about insurance, right Caffrey? I mean you were hooking up with that Sterling Bosh chick, right?" Keller could tell that he was really getting to Neal, so he pushed on. "You sure she wasn't just doing you so you would eventually tell her where that Rafael is? You stole that piece to get Kate's attention, right? She did love that painting."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Keller!" Neal finally yelled.

"Is Kate a delicate subject for you? Is it because it's your fault she's dead?"

Neal thought a lot about that day. Some days he thinks that it's his fault that Kate was on that plane, but on other days, better days, he realizes that they both wanted a happy ending and Vincent Adler took that away, Neal didn't.

Neal didn't know how to answer Keller, so he didn't say anything.

"What, no excuses? No 'it wasn't me who blew up the plane'? It was your fault she was on it."

Neal just glared at Keller. He wouldn't show him just how much his words were getting to him. About how his words were what echoed through his head far too often.

"You know, I was just going to torture you until you told me where you hid you're little stash, but I came up with something much more fun."

Neal heart rate picked up at the mention of torture. Keller was a murderer and a bastard, but he wouldn't torture someone, right?

"Come on in here boys," Keller called.

One of the large men from the van and another smaller man came through the door.

The large man had a tattoo of a boa constrictor that wrapped around his huge bicep, so Neal nicknamed him Snake for the time being. For some reason that Neal did not want to know about, there was video camera on a tripod in his big hands.

The smaller man looked like he could be a poster child for computer nerds. He was wearing glasses and was very pale. His clothes consisted of a plaid shirt that was neatly tucked into khakis. And he was actually wearing suspenders. On that note, Neal decided to call him Erkel.

Snake put the camera in front of Neal and Erkel started setting it up.

"You're curious, aren't you?" Keller asked, but continued without an answer. "I got a nice little setup here. This video camera is linked right to the FBI. They'll be able to see and hear everything."

"What's you're angle, Keller?" Neal couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it'll be so much more fun than you just leading me to the treasure. You just wait." Neal could see some sort of twisted glee in his eyes and was afraid of why it was there.

"It's set up," Erkel told Keller. "Do you want me to turn it on?"

Keller nodded. "Yes. I think the Feds would love to see their 'pet'." Keller said the last word with a mix of amusement and disgust.

Erkel clicked a button on the camera and a red light turned on.

"This is going to be fun," Keller told Neal and turned to address the camera in a cheerful voice that would have been more appropriate if he was accepting an award. "You have two hours to find and give over the treasure. If you fail to do so, Neal here will pay the price. And since I'm such a nice guy, I'll give you two more hours after that... But if you fail again Neal will pay the price again. Do you see the pattern? I hope so, because you have-" he brought up his arm and read his watch. "One hour and fifty-eight minutes. I started it when I thought you should have decided to start looking for it."

"The FBI doesn't know where the treasure is and they don't know how to get it," Neal told Keller.

Keller pulled out a digital timer and set it on the table next the camera. It was set at one hour and fifty-seven minutes and counting down. "For your sake, let's hope they do."

*Cue dramatic music and commercials!*

I'm just about to get to the whumping, so hold tight!

Just in case someone is out there that didn't watch Family Matters, Steve Erkel is a major geek on the show. He also wears suspenders a lot.

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