this is short I know. I am struggling to update. I know I just have to get this done. A lot of things in my life have gone to hell and I am trying to pull it back in. I will finish this no matter what. I promise. I am going to try to do frequent short chapter updates now and just make myself push through. I predict two or three more chapters. Eliza come talk to me I miss you.

It wasn't his fault, not this. But at the same time it was all his fault. Neal let his thoughts about this situation wonder as he cut the C4 off to place in precise blocks. Bombs, why had he even learned to build them? It wasn't like the explosion business was his thing. Was this even worth it? Sure it would save Diana and his life but in the process look at all the others that would die! Anyway what were the slim chances that Sean didn't shoot them both in the head and just make for the hills?

"Less thinking more 'boom boom'." Sean interrupted his thought process. Neal looked back at Sean. Sean was straddling a chair eating an apple. They were in the basement that Neal had found before. Sean grinned at Neal. He simultaneously played with Diana's shirt collar at the same time, for she sat next to him trying to shift away.

"You're not armed right now." Neal commented attaching two wires.

"Observant, but don't get ideas. This morning I replaces the lock with a nice one that needs my pass code and some of my DNA to get in. No way in your still pretty battered state you could force me to give you the code and also get my DNA. Also, I have a failsafe that floods this room if my heart stops beating. Really painful process had to put it in my chest myself…."

"Stop showing off and shut up." Diana quipped, finally pushing his hand away.

"You know," Sean quipped between bites of his apple, "Stockholm syndrome has not completely set in on you. Neal here, I got him by the throat." Sean chuckled.

Neal felt the red go up in his ears. He gritted and ignored. As Sean turned he took the moment to slip something he had made on the device. He had made two actually when Sean had left for a coffee run. He had created two transmitters one to the other. Hopefully he could save them.

Sean turned back as soon as he slipped the homemade device on. "Are you done?"

"All done." Neal nodded.

"Good." Sean picked up the twenty pound bomb with one hand. "And are you sure that support will take down the whole building."

"Positive," Neal carefully took all the hate out of his voice. "So can I come with?" Okay this might just go well….

"Ummmmm no." Sean laughed, Neal's stomach dropped. He grabbed Diana and dragged her quickly up the stairs. "Insurance Neal! Got to keep alive! And if they kill me, remember that water trap? At least I know that my mentor is dead too!"

"No!" Diana and Neal screamed at the same time. But it was too late. Sean was gone with Diana and the bomb. Neal hit his tracker activator. Now he knew he was going to die. Neal sat down in the corner before picking up a glass shard he had broken earlier. "Peter I am so sorry."

We are reaching a climax! thanks for reading I know i probably lost readers because I have not been updating and you are saying "da fuc is this?" but thank you. and thank you for the reviews too. :) Love Emma Eli