Stay In The Van

Summary: Neal is bored during a stakeout and decides to try to speed the case along, but things do not go as planned and he gets kidnapped. WARNING: Has the spanking of an adult male.

Warning: A few cuss words and mild violence.

Note: Set during season # 2

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Neal Caffrey was bored, very bored. Him, Peter, Jones, and Diana had been sitting in a surveillance van for the past two hours.

Neal looked at the others and sighed, none of them appeared to be as bored as he was.

"Will you knock it off?" Peter snapped, as Neal sighed again. "We all know you're bored."

"How long are we going to sit here?" Neal asked.

"As long as it takes."

"That's not an answer."

Neal tried to concentrate on the building they were watching, the building that was believed to be where a printing press was printing out millions of dollars. He really did try, for all of ten minutes.

"Why don't we just go in?" Neal asked.

"No warrant or probable cause." Jones replied.

"Then let me go in and get probable cause."

"Can it Neal." Peter said, getting really aggravated at the younger man.

Neal sighed and tried to concentrate again, this time for fifteen minutes.

Click click click click click

Neal was clicking an ink pen, trying to alleviate the boredom. But it was driving the other occupants of the van insane. Finally Diana reached over and grabbed the pen, snatching it from Neal's hand and tossing it into the trash can beside her.

"That was Peter's Quantico pen." Neal informed her.

The woman quickly retrieved it from the trash and handed it to agitated agent, who was glaring at Neal. Then Peter checked his pocket and growled. "Give me my wallet."

Neal pulled a wallet from his pocket and tossed it to Peter.

"This is Jones' wallet."

"Huh?" Jones asked, catching the wallet that Peter tossed at him.

"My mistake." Neal said, tossing Peter another wallet.

"Sit still and shut up." Peter said.

Neal huffed, but didn't say anything. He was quite for about five minutes.

"I'm starving, I think I'll take a walk to that café down the street." Neal said.

"No." Peter said.

"Why not?"

"We can't risk being spotted."

"I know how to not get spotted." Neal insisted.

"I said no."

"I'm hungry."

"Eat this." Peter tossed Neal a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap.

"What is it?"

"Deviled ham."

"I think I'll pass." Neal wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Then I guess you're not starving."

Ten minutes later, Neal noticed that no one was paying him any attention. Everyone's eyes were glued to the building. With a smile, he snuck out of the van. His plan was to look around, try to find anything that they could use as probable cause. If nothing else, it would give him something to do.

He slipped to the back of the building and saw two men loading large boxes into the back of a truck. Neal smiled when he could clearly see that the boxes were filled with money. All he had to do was get a few pictures and then give the pictures to Peter. That was probable cause enough for a warrant.

He pulled out his cell phone and started taking pictures, until he heard something behind him. Neal turned just in time to see a fist flying towards his face, and then all he saw was darkness.

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"Where's Caffrey?" Peter asked, looking at Jones and Diana.

"No idea Boss." Diana said.

"I know where he is." Jones said, nodding towards the building. They watched as two men dragged an unconscious Neal between them. They drug him to a car and tossed him into an opened trunk, and then they shut the trunk.

"Damnit." Peter exclaimed.

"We are witnessing an attempted kidnapping." Diana said. "As Federal Agents, we have to investigate."

"Let's go." Peter said, clearly not happy. He was glad that they finally had something to arrest them on, and check out the building. But he was angry with Neal, and he intended on showing the younger man exactly how angry he was.

"FBI!" Peter shouted, and the three agents rushed towards the men. "Hands in the air!"

The two men put their hand up.

"Kill the engine!" Jones shouted to the driver of the car. "And hands on the stering wheel."

The driver threw the car into gear and slammed down on the accelerator, causing the car to speed forward. The back window rolled down and whoever was back there stuck a gun out the window and fired towards the van, giving it two flat tires.

"Freeze!" Peter shouted at the retreating car, but the car only went faster. Peter didn't try shooting the tires or anything, not wanting to hurt Neal. He watched helplessly as the car disappeared.

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Neal woke up and moaned as his shoulder was slammed into something hard. It took him a couple moments to realize that he was in the trunk of a moving car.

"Way to go Neal." He mumbled.

He reached down and felt his anklet, cursing under his breath when he discovered his tracker was missing.

The car stopped and Neal heard people talking, but could not make out what was being said. He heard doors being slammed shut, and then the trunk opened. Neal squinted when the bright daylight hurt his eyes. When his eyesight cleared, he was looking up at three very angry looking men. One of whom he recognized.

"Hello Hanks."

"Hello Caffrey."

The other two men reached down and grabbed him, then roughly dragged him from the trunk and dropped him hard on the ground. Neal stood up, scanning the surrounding area. He was in the woods, the only building he could see was a rickety shack a few yards away.

"This doesn't look like New York." Neal said.

"It isn't." Hanks replied. "This is Groveton Virginia."

"Why am I here?"

"I am the one who gets to ask questions." Hanks said. "Take him inside."

The other two men each grabbed one of Neal's arms and headed towards the shack. Neal had no choice but to go with them. He was really beginning to regret his plan; a boring stakeout didn't seem so bad now.

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Peter walked into Hughes office; the older man couldn't tell if Peter was more angry or worried at the turn of events.

"What did the men you arrested have to say?' Hughes asked.

"The boss is a man named Kevin Hanks."

"Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Hanks is suspected in a number of cons and thefts." Peter said. "And had been arrest twice for murder, but the charges didn't stick."

"They know where to find him?"

"No. Hanks knows who Caffrey is."

"That might be a good thing, maybe he'll want Caffrey to help with a con. It'll keep him alive until we find him."

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Neal was sitting in a chair, tied tightly to it. Hanks was sitting across from him, a smile on his face.

"The legendary Neal Caffrey, I'm not impressed."

"Must be a little impressed, if you want me for a con." Neal said, smirking.

"Who said I wanted you for a con?"

"Why else would I still be alive?"

"Good point."

"What's the con? And what's in it for me?" He knew Peter was looking for him, he just had to buy some time.

"You cost me a lot of money, the FBI confiscated my press, the plates, and the rag paper." Hanks said. "So now, you have to think of a way to get me the money I;m out."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"You're supposed to be a genius when it comes to cons, you figure it out. If you don't, then you will pay dearly." He pulled out a long knife and leaned forward, pressing the blade of the knife on Neal's throat. "Very dearly."

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Hope you like it. I will have the next chapter up by tomorrow night. Please let me know what you think. The next chapter will be longer.