Teen forgeries : Gameca

[KingCrowley]

"I told you the government were conducting illegal drug rings!" Mozzie snapped at his friend ...well brother. He had always seen Neal like a brother. Neal gave him a look as he struggled against his zip ties and Mozzie sighed. "Well, I'm just taking my victories as they come." he said, also struggling against the restraints around his wrists and ankles.

"Where's the suit, shouldn't he be here to save the day by now?" Mozzie asked and looked up when the door slid open. In walked a man dressed in a white lab coat. He had a syringe in one hand and Mozzie shifted nervously.

"I'd stop struggling if I were you, men." The man smirked wickedly and looked his syringe over, "It's not going to do you much good." he then walked over and knelt down by Neal, the boy looking terrified with those wide baby blue eyes. "One dose of this, and you'll be dead in seconds." he whispered into his ear.

"Let the kid go, it's obvious I'm the more valuable asset here." Mozzie said, trying to save Neal. If anything happened to him, he knew the Suit and Mrs Suit...not to mention June would be heart broken. If he died, only Neal would really care.

Too late, The Doctor stabbed the needle into Neal's neck, pushing half the liquid into him, and then he went over to Mozzie and did the same. The smaller man froze and went into a state of shock. Only, it hadn't been the serum the Doctor had been planning on. His assistant had switched the serums moments before he entered the room because he didn't want to see anyone killed.

The Man waited impatiently for Neal and Mozzie to drop like flies. For a moment, they looked like they were going to....and then-

"FBI! Drop your weapon, get your hands up!" Peter roared as he burst into the room, gun drawn and his team right behind him, Diana and Jones had their guns pointed directly at the Doctor.

Peter made his way over to Neal and Mozzie, who were both pale and shaking. Then, he noticed something. Slowly, very slightly ...their skin seemed to be moving. Then, their bodies jerked horrifically, laying there now were two young teenagers...who looked like Neal and Mozzie.

Agent Burke could hardly believe it, but right now his main concern was getting them both to safety. He grabbed Neal, putting him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and Jones grabbed Mozzie. The pair of them got them both tucked up in the back of Peter's car, both of them seemed to be sleeping for now.

"What happened? Why are they....well ...smaller?" Jones asked.

"I don't know Jones..." Peter frowned. "But I'm gonna find out." he watched the arrested 'Doctor' get shoved into the back of an FBI car and snorted at his pleas of innocence. "Hope he has a good lawyer."

Peter then glanced at the sleeping boys in the back of his car and sighed, what was he supposed to do with them now? He decided to let his wife know. He took out his phone and called her.

"Hey hon, ...how do you feel about two teenage boys coming to dinner tonight?"

[Gameca]

If only he had something sharp, a nail, or piece of glass. Anything would be of help, one Neal Caffrey thought as he tried to ignore his best friend come brother.

He glared at Mozzie as he started up complaining about it being one of his theories. "You're not helping much, Mozz." He muttered, looking around the rom and thinking about an escape plan.

He snorted when his friend mentioned his once enemy and now ally and jailor. "Peter would've been here long ago, if we hadn't tampered with my little jewelery system." He told the other man, motioning with his head to his ancle where his monitoring anklet usually was.

He and Mozzie had gotten it off before going to investigate what this crazy man stated he was selling. He said he would have proof, and it was becoming a common talk within their community.

Mozzie looked annoyed at that, but before he could answer in came the craziest man he had ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on.
He looked at Mozzie and then at the man, his eyes widening. "Please, sir....we'll say nothing of what we've just seen." He told him, as he knelt by him. Every good con had a bit of truth in it, and he was terrified indeed.
Mozzie, though, interrupted what he had going. Once the man’s eyes where on the older man, Neal glared at him. It went over Mozzie’s head apparently. Neal was still distracted when he felt the man grip his neck with one hand and inject him with the other.
He gave a cry of surprise, but was soon quiet. He felt the liquid burn as it entered his system, but nothing else passed. Just as he saw Mozzie being injected, though, his eyesight clouded, he felt his head swim, his blood going cold all of a sudden, from the tip of his head to the point of his toes.
Just as he felt he was loosing consciousness, the voice he had been waiting to hear came. Peter Burke entered the room, giving orders as they apprehended the crazy man.
He looked into Peter’s eyes, knowing he would soon be receiving the lecture of his life but something wrong was happening. He felt his skin rapidly burning, it felt as if someone was lifting his skin. He tried to cry in pain, but soon all went dark.

“Pink! I said I want everything to be pink!”
Elizabeth Burke sighed as she looked at the bride-to-be. If she could, it would be the soon dead-to-be, though.
“I know, Ms. Wilmington, however, the hotel is not willing to paint the walls pink and change their floor to a pink one.” She tried to explain once more to the difficult woman.
“I am paying for this and I want it this way!” The lady cried.
Elizabeth looked back at her assistant, who immediately moved to the lady’s side. “Ma’am, if you could see what we have created you might be surprised, all you can really see is pink.” Samantha stated.
Elizabeth suppressed her sigh as Ms. Wilmington stood quietly, raising one delicate brow. Just as she was going to speak, though, she was interrupted by her phone. Elizabeth had never been more grateful.
“Excuse me,” She apologized, “I’m sure you and Samantha can come up with an agreement.” She told her, moving away as quickly as possible.
“Hey, Hon.” She greeted with a smile, “I might just owe you the biggest and most delightful dinner ever.”
She raised her eyebrow at her husband’s proposition. “Teenagers? Peter…what have you and Neal gotten into now?”

[KingCrowley]

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.

[Gameca]

Though she knew her husband was not able to look at her, she smiled. "Well, my day just got a bit better." She told him in a very sensual tone. As sensual as it could be while surrounded by other people.

All of it died, however, the moment he mentioned teenagers, and once she demanded what he and Neal had gotten into she could hear the hesitation in his voice. Not to mention the sigh. "Hon?" She asked, her voice getting a bit stern.

She closed her eyes when hearing that it was not only Neal...but Mozzie too. "I can't believe those two. Are they okay? What happened to them?"

She listened carefully, but couldn't help her widened eyes at what her husband said. "Teenagers?! Peter, are joking with me? I mean....how is that even possible...it's..." She sat at a nearby chair, trying to get a grip of what he was telling her.

She stood quiet as she heard Mozzie's yelling...it did not sound like Mozzie's voice, but it did sound like him. "You will do no such thing, Peter Burke!" She exclaimed when hearing prison and juvie coming out of her husband's mouth.

"I had to stay late here, but I'll try to get home as soon as possible. Take them there, and Peter...put Mozzie on the phone, I'll try to calm him down."

Neal groaned as he started to get a grip on himself. Something felt off, yet he did not know what it was. He tried to lift his arm to his head when he realized that he was still tied up. "Ugh..." Another groan escaped his mouth.

He opened his eyes and noticed a sulking kid sitting besides him. He sat as straight as possible and looked at the vehicle. It was Peter's. He would recognize it anytime.

"Hey, kid, you ok?" He asked, looking at the other boy, but then frowned. Something was definitely off with his voice.

[KingCrowley]

Peter sighed when El asked him if he was joking, and how it was even possible. "I'm not completely sure, but it has something to do with a serum they got injected with. What I don't get ...is why that man wanted to turn them into teenagers in the first place." he told his wife and looked back at the car, Mozzie was freaking out quite a bit, and Neal was still fast asleep.

He had to admit, he had been very scared when Neal went off the radar and someone tipped him off about the building he'd been in. No doubt he was trying to find Kate's killer, and would do anything to get the answers he needed, but Peter had been so god damn worried.

What if they got seriously hurt? What if Neal got killed? He'd.....well he'd have a lot of paperwork to fill out!

He winced a bit when his wife told him he would do no such thing, putting them in juvie. "What am I supposed to do, El? Give em a stern spanking and let them be on their way?" he asked with a shake of his head, though the former of that didn't sound too bad.

Could he spank Neal? He had thought about taking the errant boy over his knee countless times, but actually doing it was different. Still, Neal was about thirteen or fourteen now and parents still spanked teens that age...so why not?

"Kid?! No, Neal it's me! It's Mozzie! You're the kid!" Mozzie told him, eyes almost popping out of his face. "You...you look about thirteen...so full of youth!" he frowned, "I told you the government were conducting illegal drug acts, didn't I? You never believe my conspiracy theories, but look where we are now!"

"Alright hon." Peter answered as El told him to take both of them home, and to put Mozzie on the phone so that she could calm him down. "My pleasure, he's ranting about conspiracies again." he sighed.

Peter opened the back door to the car just as Neal woke up and he sighed. Taking out his pen knife, he cut both zip ties on their wrists but gave them both a stern look, "That doesn't mean you're both free, you're in a WORLD of trouble! Both of you!" Peter warned and then handed Mozzie the phone.

"El's worried, talk to her." he then shut and locked the door before getting into the driver's seat.

"Alright, fine but I have the right to remain silent!" Mozzie told Peter and then took the phone, listening to El really calmed him, like a boy being comforted by his mother. "Elizabeth, we thought we had a decent lead on who killed Kate..." he winced at her scolding.

"I didn't think we were in any immediate danger..." he whimpered a bit and then bit his lip. "Sorry ma'am..."

Peter smirked a bit, "Mommy's not happy." he snorted and then looked back at both guilty teens, "And neither am I." that said, he made sure the boys were buckled up before driving out of the parking lot and back to their place.

"Don't touch anything that's not yours, don't break things and don't try and bug my house Mozzie, I MEAN it." he warned them, listing off many rules for the kids as he drove along.

[Gameca]

El sighed once she heard her husband talk about the man that had him captive. "Well, won't you know more when you interrogate him? Sooner or later they all crack, honey." He told the man, "But as I said, Peter, juvie is not an option."

Silence came to her for a moment, and then suppressed a laugh when in exasperation he asked if he should just spank them. "Well, that doesn't sound that far fetched, but I don't think putting them on their way will be an answer. For now, just put Mozzie on the phone and please check on Neal." She ordered the man.

She waited for a minute or two, and then heard Mozzie's youthful voice. Had she not been warned beforehand, she wouldn't have ever recognized the man's...or boy's voice. "Mozzie, honey, are you alright?" Before the boy had time to answer, and knowing her husband would have told her about it if the boys were hurt, she exploded, "What on earth were you thinking, young man?!"

She frowned listening to Mozzie's excuses. "If you had a lead on Kate's murdered why didn't you tell Peter about it? I know you went behind his back, don't try to deny it, Mozzie! You both placed yourself in danger and look at what happened! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Her frown deepened at Mozzie's next words. "You didn't think, Mozzie! There are no excuses, young man! You could have been killed!" At his whimper saying he was sorry, El sighed, "We'll talk later, honey. I'll see you at home, ok, now tell Peter I'll be talking to him later on." She said and after a short good bye hung up.

She pressed the bridge of her nose for a few seconds as realization hit her. Mozzie and Neal were teenagers....kids...children...and she would not let anyone take them away from her. If she had any say, Neal and Mozzie would stay with her and Peter until they found a...cure...or until time took it's course and they grew up again. As if they had ever grown up on the first place....

Neal blinked back at the kid next to him until something registered. He was looking at the kid eye to eye. That was not possible. He was a tall man, well, regular height, but he was not short. He looked into the boy's eyes and recognized that look, that spark only Mozzie held.

"Mozzie?!" He asked in astonishment when he heard the conspiracy theory talk once more. Just then, Peter opened the door, and taking out his pen knife, cut the zip ties on their wrists giving them the patented Peter Burke look he was so used to. Neal sighed, he had heard that speech countless of times. No wonder some thought he was Peter's son and not his CI.

Handing the phone to Mozzie, Peter walked to the front of the car and Neal frowned. He listened in at Mozzie's talk and winced at the scolding. It was rare for Elizabeth to go into one of those moods, but it happened from time to time.

One the call was over, and Mozzie had handled the phone back to Peter, the older man turned to glare at them through his rearview mirror, stating how mommy was not happy and neither was him. "Ha, ha, Peter!" Neal's sarcasm came as clear as daylight, "that's not funny! What happened to us? Why is Neal so young and...damn, this makes no sense!" Neal stated, looking over at the man, whose only response was to buckle up.

"It would be good to be treated my age and not like a damn kid." He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes, as he heard Peter’s rules.

[KingCrowley]

Peter handed Mozzie the phone and he rose a brow when he heard his wife's scolding down the other end, and Mozzie fumbling for an explanation. He just shook his head, Neal and Mozzie meant a lot to his Wife, and she was never happy to hear that they had been in some sort of trouble or danger. He planned on scolding them both with his wife at his side later on that evening, but first...Neal was going to have to be punished.

A spanking still stood to reason. It would be the most appropriate punishment for Neal's current situation, but then...what about Mozzie? He couldn't spank one and not the other, it wouldn't be just.

He would think long and hard about it on the drive home, which would take about forty-five minutes, plenty of time. He got into the driver's seat and told the boys to buckle up. Neal started giving him attitude and Peter looked at him calmly through the rear view mirror.

"It wasn't supposed to be funny, Neal." Peter told him seriously, his eyes set on the teen's big baby blue ones. "Neither of us our happy, we consider you both our friends and we don't like the thought of you purposely putting yourselves in dangerous situations." he scolded and sighed when the boy started freaking out about what happened to them.

"As far as I can tell, that fluid Doctor Langstrome injected you with...was some sort of de-aging serum." Peter explained, "I don't know why he did it, but he's on his way to the Bureau for further questioning by Hughes." normally he would be there, but he had told his boss that he had more pressing matters to deal with...the victims.

Peter glared a bit when Neal said he wanted to be treated like his age and not a damn kid, "Yeah? Well I'd like my CI not to slip his anklet and go putting himself and his friend face first into danger. Guess neither of us are getting what we want today, Kid." That said he drove on and shook his head.

"I oughta cart you both right into Juvenile detention centres! Neal, you KNOW you're not supposed to take that anklet off, and you went outside your radius. If you knew something about who killed Kate then you should have COME to me and we could have gone together, at least you would have had more protection." he huffed and snarled. "But NO you have to do it YOUR way, you have to worry every god damn person who cares about you because YOU don't like playing by the rules!"

Mozzie felt awkward as Peter scolded Neal, and he could see his scolding words were affecting his now teenage friend. He didn't know what to say though, and he didn't want the scolding turned back round on him, so he just stayed quiet and looked out of the window.

"Why is it SO hard for you to just follow the rules, Neal?! I've put myself out on the line for you countless times and the thanks I get is your deceit!" he growled. "I'm sick of it! I should have hauled your ass back to jail the first time...but no, I believed you could turn your life around and I gave you a chance that you wouldn't have gotten anywhere else. Shame on me for expecting something as unrealistic as that."

"The Azaleas are blooming early this year." Mozzie hummed, keeping his gaze on the window pane and not on anything specific. Things were getting a bit too personal between Peter and Neal, and Mozzie felt like a change of conversation could do them all some good.

[Gameca]

Neal sat with a frown on his face. He tried to go stoic, but he preferred to say he was angry. He refused to acknowledge the fact that he was sulking or pouting. He didn't do that. He had never done so and never would.

With arms crossed he glared back at Peter as he scolded him. He had no right. Ok, maybe he did have a right, but Peter was not his dad. His dad had died long ago, and he was too old to need one, anyway. He never needed one nor he wanted one now. "You wouldn’t have listened if I told you!" Neal told the agent back, once he said he should have come to him. "You never listen and then you go all ranting about the rules!"

Neal's blood was boiling, he was angry and confused and for a reason, all he wanted to do was cry for a moment. It all came to a halt, though, when Peter said all he got was deceit, and that he was sick of it...of him. He fell back into his seat and looked down at his shaking hands...smaller hands than the ones he remembered. He blinked back some tears, refusing to cry in front of his FBI handler and best friend.

Once Peter was quiet, Mozzie hummed something about some azaleas. He did not care for some stupid flowers. If Peter was tired of having him around, he could just dump him back in prison. It was not the first time someone would. His own parents had done so.

No one had really cared about him ever, only Mozzie had, and no one had cared about Mozzie before, only he had. His body started shaking slightly of all the pent up anger and hurt he had, he glared back at Peter, making eye contact through the rear view mirrors, "Just dump me back in prison or juvie...I don't care and that way you'll finally get rid of me." He said with venom on his trembling voice.

It was just their luck that they had just arrived to Peter and El's house, before Peter had a chance to respond, Neal jumped from the car and ran inside.

El was surprised to get home before Peter and the boys did. After greeting Satchmo with a few rubs to his head and belly, she walked upstairs to one of the two guest rooms they had. It was the room Neal usually slept in when staying over.

For some time now, it was usually referred to as Neal's room by them all. It had several articles belonging to the man...boy, El corrected herself. Some paints were arranged in a corner, some books on a shelf, a baseball he and Peter had gotten at a game they had gone together to. Some knickknacks here and there.

El sighed, the room was perfectly fine for his now, she supposed, permanent owner to sleep in it. She was just walking out to what would become Mozzie's room when she heard the slam of the downstairs door, followed quickly by some running steps and Peter's angry yell.

It didn't take long for Neal to be before her, or whom she supposed it was Neal. He was short, shorter than her now for at least a head. However, those baby blue eyes where a dead give away.

Those now sad baby blue eyes who seemed to be ready to burst into tears any moment now. "Neal, what's wrong, baby?"

Before Neal could answer, or anyone could respond, Peter arrived up the stairs before his wife and CI...or, if El had any say, new son.

[KingCrowley]

Peter sometimes said things he didn't mean when he was angry, and he often got angry at Neal, now and again he would say something in his anger and end up hurting Neal's feelings. It was never intentional...at least not really. He remembered saying how at least his own wife hadn't fled the country to get away from him, in essence Kate could have done. He remembered Neal being very upset about it, so of course Peter tried to say he hadn't meant it.

This was one of those times, he wasn't sick of Neal or having him around, he was just sick of all the lying and deceit, though he realized he hadn't used the right words. He went quiet when Mozzie said something about Azaleas, choosing to ignore that for now.

Then, Neal snapped at him, telling him to just dump him back in prison or Juvie, and he could finally get rid of him. Damn it...now he felt like an ass.

"Neal.." He sighed, a little softer than he had been before. They pulled up in the driveway and Peter turned in his seat to speak to Neal, but the kid had already opened the door and ran inside the house. Sighing, Peter got out too and bolted after him.

"NEAL!" He yelled as he darted upstairs, "Neal, wait!" he grabbed his arm and looked at his wife, seeing her concerned and Neal so upset made him feel even more like an ass. "Neal, I didn't mean it like that..." he told him, tone much, much softer than before. "You know I don't want rid of you...I was just angry."

"I'm sorry." He admitted, which was a tough thing for Peter to do, he never apologized to Neal because of a pride thing, but this time he felt like it was warranted, especially now that the boy was so young.

Mozzie watched Neal and Peter run into the house and blinked. This was perfect! He opened the car door and he could hear El, Peter and Neal all talking loudly at each other, no one would even notice if he slipped away. No one...would notice. No one would care. Mozzie shook his head of those thoughts. Peter wouldn't want him staying in that house, he'd be perfectly happy with Neal to raise and El to come home to, they didn't need him.

Nobody did. Neal would be upset at first, but the love of his new family would help him soon get over it.

Mozzie turned and sped down the road and out of sight to one of his safe houses, one that Peter didn't know about, even El didn't know about it. The sixteen year old looked himself over in the full body mirror and cringed at his appearance. He was short for his age, but he'd always been on the short side, he was skinner and his brown hair was full and mid length, just past his ears. His clothes were of course way too big for him but he would worry about that later.

At least he didn't have acne or pathetic facial hair. Mozzie got himself showered up and changed into some clothes he'd kept from when he was a teenager, clothes he hadn't been able to part with because of sentimental value. It was a maroon shirt and jeans, the last thing he'd worn since he saw his children's home principal.


Peter and El managed to calm down Neal, to a point and Peter decided to go back out and retrieve Mozzie, his heart skipping a beat when he realized they'd been inside for about twenty minutes. He forgot the boy wasn't zip tied and cursed when he saw him gone from the car. Peter searched the downstairs of the house as El got Neal something warm to drink and groaned.

"Mozzie?!" he called out, shaking his head.

[Gameca]

El looked back at Peter, with Neal almost trembling before them. The man was much taller than the boy now. Peter had always been, but now, Peter mostly towered over the child.
"Yes, you do." Neal spit back in a whisper when Peter said he didn't meant it like that, however, El had no idea what he did not meant. Peter's next words brought clarity however.

"Peter!" She exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes, placing a hand on Neal's shoulder and rubbing his back with the other. "How could you?!" She scolded.

Peter rarely said he was sorry, and El said the words were directed at Neal as her husband barely looked at her. She sighed, looking down at Neal who had given up on the fight and had several tears tracking down on his cheeks.
"Oh, sweetheart." She called, hugging the boy to herself. "We would never want to get rid of you." She told him to his ear.

"Yes, you would." Neal whispered back, sniffling and hating himself for acting like a big baby. He was too old. He was a man in his thirties, not a dumb kid to be bubling and crying as if he needed Mommy's reasurances. "You don't trust me and all Peter wants is dump me back in prison...or juvie." He stated.

"No," El said sternly, separating herself a bit from Neal and cleaning his cheeks. "We do not. Trust is something you'll have to gain, Neal, but that does not mean that Peter and I don't want you boys here. You already have your own room and Mozzie will too. We’ve been a family for a long time now." She stated, then looked back at her husband, who, at the other boy's name looked wide eyed and bolted downstairs.

At Peter's look, El looked quite startled herself and looked at Neal. "Where's Mozzie?"
Neal shrugged as he cleared his throat, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Moz was at the car."
Nodding, El walked towards her husband followed by Neal. Once they reached the car they both noticed Peter's frantic calls as he looked around.

"It's no use calling him, Peter. Knowing Mozzie he's near one of his hide outs by now. It could be Tuesday or Sunday." He shrugged.

Neal looked at Peter as he demanded to know where the eccentric man's hide outs where. Neal, however, shook his head, glaring back at Peter. "Why should I tell you?" He told him, "If Moz is gone it's because he doesn't want to be found." He told the man, all his teenage attitude pouring out of his mouth. “I would do the same if I could.” He muttered, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

Before Peter had any chance to respond, El snapped, having had enough of it. Grabbing the boy's arm, she turned him sideways and delivered an almighty smack to his behind.

"OW!" Neal cried, looking wide eyed at the woman as she delivered a second smack, "EEEELLL!!!" He whined, placing his hand behind to protect her target.

"Listen up, young man!" El started, pointing a stern finger at the boy's startled face, "You'll take us to Mozzie right now! You've both placed yourself in danger enough for a lifetime, you and Mozzie just had an out of this world change and should be checked by doctors at least! Not alone hiding out God knows where! You're both coming home and staying with us until we find a solution to....this." El finished, not knowing how to describe the boys' current situation.

With another glare, she pointed towards the car. All Neal could do was nod, to angry to speak, and walk towards it, rubbing his behind as he walked past Peter to enter the car.