Author's Note:Man you have no idea how much crap I had to put up with before having to 'con' my computer into putting this up on the site! Jeesh... there was no browse button when I went to the Document Manager section. So what did your brilliant author do? Copy and paste over an existing story...

Neal: Darn it, I thought Mozzie had finally beaten you.

Me: Apparently he didn't.

Neal: Until next time.

"I lied." Wilkes made the words sound so easy, so smooth and insignificant. The man motioned to the younger man across from him. "Give it to me."

A flash of defiance flitted through to shockingly blue eyes before their owner tossed the case over to Wilkes. The black man took it, a smug and arrogant look adorning his face. His accomplice only watched in a stony silence as he bent down and opened the case.

It was empty.

A look of pure outrage fixated itself across the violent con man's previously smug face as he turned to glare at the younger man. "And I thought we had a nice thing going on."

You called this 'thing' nice? Just the sound of it was hard to believe. Neal Caffrey didn't like to be tazed, punched, threatened, or used. And the man in front of him had done all of the above multiple times in the last twenty-four hours. "You lied I lied." The words slipped from his mouth somewhat arrogantly. "It's like a dance."

Neal's eyes widened slightly as Wilkes pulled out his gun. "You pull that trigger and all of those gold cards I just stole from Edward Riley are gone forever."

Wilkes' only response was a slight shake of the head and a new smirk adorned his face. "I'm going to make a call and I'm going to kill the girl. Then I'll take my time with you." Then as an after thought he gave the ex-con an option, "Five seconds."

Neal continued to fixate his determined gaze on his enemy.

"Three seconds."

Bastard, you skipped four.

Wilkes took out his phone saying, "Now my guys are going to have to kill that nice man's daughter."

"Who says they're still your guys?" Neal's response was desperate.

Wilkes stopped dialing and looked at Neal. "Is that your plan?" He asked disbelievingly. Does the kid think I'm stupid? "Turning my crew against me? I expected more from you Caffrey."

"Who do you think has the gold cards?" It was in fact a beautiful and unbeatable comeback. Take that.

"You left them with my guys then you're not that dumb." Wilkes mentioned unwillingly.

"You brought me into this because I bring up the average." Neal motioned with his hand at the man in front of him. "That makes you less valuable. Your men agreed." Neal shrugged carelessly. "Time for new management. Call them if you think I'm bluffing." Please don't call it.

"I think you're bluffing." Wilkes finished dialing the numbers and held his cell to his ear.

Damn it.

"Yeah boss?"

Wilkes grinned as he looked over at his adversary. "Kill the girl and leave the phone on speaker."

Oh God no… please let Peter find her, she shouldn't die because I failed to stall long enough.

The sound of a single shot silenced the scared sobs in the background.

Neal closed his eyes and looked at the ground, grieving for the loss of the young girl. She had been so innocent, had so much ahead of her… he briefly considered making a run for it but he knew that he would be shot anyways. He'd rather die facing his enemy like a man.

The single shot reported from the gun and Neal's face contorted in pain. His legs gave out from underneath him and he slumped sideways, grasping his thigh in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

A blow to his stomach made him grunt as an additional wave of pain shot through him. Then Wilkes stomped on his leg, the bone shattering under the sudden pressure. A pained scream was muffled as a large hand covered the informant's mouth.

Neal thrashed weakly and whimpered when he jarred his leg, pain threatening to rip him apart. The conceited grin on his enemy's face made him feel sick.

"Nighty-night Caffrey." Wilkes pressed the gun to Neal's stomach and pulled the trigger.

The FBI consultant through his head back, his eyes closed and his back arching while a scream of pain ripped itself out of his throat. The weight on his leg shifted before disappearing altogether.

A few seconds later he could hear tires squeal as Wilkes left him….

To die….

All alone in the middle of a backstreet behind a building decorated with graffiti. Breathing labored, the only thing Neal Caffrey wished for was Peter Burke.

He didn't want to die alone, especially not like this. Another tremor of pain tore through his gut and whimpering, he drew his legs up to his stomach so that he was curled in a fetal position on his side. His arms wrapped around his midsection with another whimper.

Tears tracked their way down his cheeks and he vaguely wondered if Peter would think that he had taken the gold and run. Neal hoped that his friend wouldn't think that but then again, he was just a con artist.

Neal wanted desperately for Peter to be with him as he struggled to draw in more air, his body slowly shutting down. He weakly tried to reach his cell phone. That had been the one thing Wilkes hadn't taken from him. If Peter couldn't be here with him then Neal wanted to at least hear his friend's voice one more time.

A small smile slipped onto his face as he managed to grab the device and he flipped it open, pausing to catch his breath before dialing the numbers.

Peter picked up on the first ring. "Neal?"

The con grimaced, "Peh-" A cough interrupted him and Neal felt tears of pain trickle down his cheeks. "Peter."

"Neal where are you? Are you hurt?"

No duh Sherlock. He knew that he didn't have enough time to answer the first question and didn't bother to acknowledge the second one. "I fail-" He did his best to stifle a whimper as pain coursed through his body again, "Failed, Peter."

"What do you mean by that Neal? You don't sound so good, everything ok?" The concern in Peter's voice was almost tangible.

NO! Neal screamed at the agent mentally, everything is NOT fine. "He kil-led her."

"Neal? Are you hurt? Neal?" Fear was now lacing into the brewing concern.

"Yah," the younger man managed to pant out, his vision starting to fade.

"Stay with me Neal."

Something must have hit Peter over the head and made him a genius, Neal mused in an attempt to stave off the approaching darkness. His throat was clogging up, making breathing impossible and Neal could taste the metallic/coppery taste of blood. So this is it.

"NEAL?" Peter's voice blasted into Neal's ear causing the younger man to wince. There was a pause as his friend gave him time to answer but the only thing Neal could manage was a small gurgle. "Neal? Answer me damn it!"

The last thought that Neal Caffrey had as he allowed himself to slip into a blissful oblivion was that he found it strange that he would miss his jailer so much. It was ironic really, who became best friends with the person that screwed up your life by putting you in jail?

A small smile graced his lips for the last time as his chest heaved laboriously before stilling completely.

Neal Caffrey lay silent and still in the middle of an alley way, a crimson puddle staining the ground beneath him and the air took on a feel of heavy mourning as it made its goodbye to the charming con artist.

Author's Note: This is a one shot guys, not a massive multi-chapter fic... I mean I already killed Neal so I wouldn't be able to have much fun with him being dead would I? Nope, didn't think so. I might add a chapter with Peter's view but that depends on how much time I have.

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