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**KingCrowley** · February 8th, 2017, 12:52 AM

Mozzie had pretty much made Neal into the suave con man he was today, and he felt he had a responsibility to keep him safe, like a dedicated big brother. He tried to save Neal from harm, thinking Neal's life was more valuable than his own...no, he didn't just think that, he KNEW that. Neal had a lot of friends and women who would be devastated if anything happened to Neal, Mozzie among them.

He cried out in pain as the needle pierced into the sensitive skin of his neck, the liquid burned into his bloodstream like acid and for a moment he felt he was going to die. Like Neal, his vision became blurred and the last thing he heard was Peter's voice before passing out.

He woke with a start, confused when he found himself in the back of a familiar looking car. Was it the suit's? He looked out of the window, blinking and trying to regain his perfect vision. Everything was slowly coming back to him, only he was confused when he saw a teenager no older than fourteen, head slumped against his shoulder.

"Kid?" he heard his own voice back, a little higher and trembling. Not only that, but there was no distinct breeze atop his head. He rolled his eyes upward and saw the outline of...bangs? He had hair?! He glanced back at the child and noticed something ...off putting. The kid had zip ties around his wrists an ankles, dark brown hair and an etch of a smile on his face. "NEAL?!"

Eyes wide, Mozzie started struggling against the zip ties.

"Hey! Cool it Haversham." Peter barked, banging on the car door a little. He then redirected his attention back to his wife, smiling when the woman said she might just owe him the biggest and most delightful dinner when they got home.

"Work not going so well?" he asked and sighed when El asked what he and Neal had gotten into. "My hands are clean...but it looks like Neal and Mozzie were poking around dangerous theories without consulting me.....again." he huffed.

"Long story short, hon." he paused, trying to make this sound believable as possible. "Mozzie and Neal were drugged....and now they're...well...teenagers.." he said, hell, he didn't even believe himself!

"Hey! You can't hold me here forever suit!" Mozzie called through the glass.

"Neal's still out cold, Mozzie's woken up.....which is great." Peter mumbled and glared at him through the glass, "You've got the right to remain silent, I suggest you do." he warned, giving him the 'Burke glare' that Neal was all too familiar with.

"On second thought, the peace and quiet might be enlightening." Mozzie mumbled and struggled against the ties a little more.

"Good." Peter answered, sighing and rubbing his forehead, feeling a shooting headache coming on. "Hon, I don't know what we're gonna do, but I think I should take the ...kids back to our place. Neal slipped his tracking anklet and I need to talk to him about the possibility of going back to prison."

"Or Juvie....." Peter groaned.

February 8th, 2017, 12:52 AM	#3
KingCrowley I do what I want ♛ KingCrowley is offline Join Date: Dec 2012 Posts: 53,337	Mozzie had pretty much made Neal into the suave con man he was today, and he felt he had a responsibility to keep him safe, like a dedicated big brother. He tried to save Neal from harm, thinking Neal's life was more valuable than his own...no, he didn't just think that, he KNEW that. Neal had a lot of friends and women who would be devastated if anything happened to Neal, Mozzie among them. He cried out in pain as the needle pierced into the sensitive skin of his neck, the liquid burned into his bloodstream like acid and for a moment he felt he was going to die. Like Neal, his vision became blurred and the last thing he heard was Peter's voice before passing out. He woke with a start, confused when he found himself in the back of a familiar looking car. Was it the suit's? He looked out of the window, blinking and trying to regain his perfect vision. Everything was slowly coming back to him, only he was confused when he saw a teenager no older than fourteen, head slumped against his shoulder. "Kid?" he heard his own voice back, a little higher and trembling. Not only that, but there was no distinct breeze atop his head. He rolled his eyes upward and saw the outline of...bangs? He had hair?! He glanced back at the child and noticed something ...off putting. The kid had zip ties around his wrists an ankles, dark brown hair and an etch of a smile on his face. "NEAL?!" Eyes wide, Mozzie started struggling against the zip ties. "Hey! Cool it Haversham." Peter barked, banging on the car door a little. He then redirected his attention back to his wife, smiling when the woman said she might just owe him the biggest and most delightful dinner when they got home. "Work not going so well?" he asked and sighed when El asked what he and Neal had gotten into. "My hands are clean...but it looks like Neal and Mozzie were poking around dangerous theories without consulting me.....again." he huffed. "Long story short, hon." he paused, trying to make this sound believable as possible. "Mozzie and Neal were drugged....and now they're...well...teenagers.." he said, hell, he didn't even believe himself! "Hey! You can't hold me here forever suit!" Mozzie called through the glass. "Neal's still out cold, Mozzie's woken up.....which is great." Peter mumbled and glared at him through the glass, "You've got the right to remain silent, I suggest you do." he warned, giving him the 'Burke glare' that Neal was all too familiar with. "On second thought, the peace and quiet might be enlightening." Mozzie mumbled and struggled against the ties a little more. "Good." Peter answered, sighing and rubbing his forehead, feeling a shooting headache coming on. "Hon, I don't know what we're gonna do, but I think I should take the ...kids back to our place. Neal slipped his tracking anklet and I need to talk to him about the possibility of going back to prison." "Or Juvie....." Peter groaned. __________________ If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.