AN: I love prison dystopias so I thought I would put my favorite characters into one! I got some of the ideas from Escape from NY/LA. Belle is also edgy and fierce in this which I think is awesome. I do not own these characters.

"Let me go in."

"You know I can't do that. It is too dangerous. The people in that place are monsters."

"I'm your best agent, especially when it comes to undercover work." Belle could see the gears running in David's head. She knew he knew that she was their best option. She was the only chance he had at getting his adoptive daughter back. "Sir, David, send me in. I will bring her back."

"I can't risk your life Belle, yes you are one of my best agents, but I can't afford to risk your life, because my daughter made a stupid decision. I still can't believe she would do this."

Belle placed her hand gently on David's shoulder, "Love is madness, you should know that. It makes us do things that we don't understand. Emma is a young girl, who fell in love with a dangerous man."

"Baelfire Gold. Of all men, why did she fall for him." David start raking his hand through his hair. "How am I suppose to tell Mary Margret this? She's going to kill me. It's my fault that they even met."

"With all due respect Sir, it is not your..."

"Yes it is Belle! I should never have brought her here when we captured him! She would have never met him otherwise!" David was practically screaming.

Belle nervously bit down on her bottom lip. She knew that Emma had met Bae Gold before, she could sense it. She could tell by the way Emma looked at him when she saw him in her father's custody. There was some sort of history between them.

"Director Nolan" Belle figured the more professional approach might help her case more. "Please let me bring her home. I know the people in that place, but they do not know me. I will be a ghost, one of them. You know I can blend, there is a reason I am one of your best agents."

Turning to face Belle, David placed both hands on her shoulders. "Belle, I know this is against my better judgement, but you are right. You are the only one who can truly bring Emma home safe. I am not asking as director of the FBI, but I am asking as David, as a friend, as a father, bring her home."

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"As you know the prison system has drastically changed in the past decade, we now place all criminals in an underground city that the government built and keeps control over." Archie Hopper, was the FBI's main tech and knew everything about everything, Belle grinned as he continued to brief her on things she already knew.

"Archie, I know all this."

"Belle, I don't think you understand just how dangerous this place is. It isn't called Wonderland."

"Archie, Neverland doesn't scare me, never has, never will. I placed most of the worst prisoners in that place, yet they do not know of my existence." Belle smirked, she knew she was the best. Once upon a time, she used to be one of the world's greatest assassin, that is until she was finally caught and turned by the FBI. They threatened to put her in Neverland, she enjoyed her freedom too much though, and it was nice to invest her talents in something good for a change.

Archie cleared his throat breaking Belle's train of thought. "Belle, are you truly sure about this? If some of the people find out who you are, they will kill you."

"Archie, I will be fine. You forget that I am also a criminal."

Archie blushed and looked to the ground. "It's an easy thing to forget, I can't imagine you hurting a fly."

"That's because I wouldn't, people on the other hand, that's a different story. However, I am happy to say that I never killed an innocent person."

Archie shot Belle a puzzled look, "You were an assassin, doesn't that mean you simply killed for the highest bidder?"

Belle giggled. "I wasn't that kind of assassin, the only reason people refer to me as one, was because of my methods. I simply killed those who were responsible for my parent's death, revenge, pure, simple, revenge. Many people tried to hire me, but I don't work that way. I don't actually enjoy killing people, I just happen to be good at it."

"And now you are one of the best agents and friends I could ever ask for!"

Belle turned and smiled. "David! You truly say the nicest things."

"Only because you deserve them. Still hard to believe you are one of the deadliest people I know.

"Belle, we still need to prep you." Archie still looked nervous, but at least he wasn't begging her to think twice about what she was about to do. "You need to know how the prison works."

Belle sat down and looked up at Archie and David who were now taking their seats across from her. Archie then proceeded to bring things up on the large screen on the far wall.

"This is a layout of Neverland, as you can see it is a large city that roughly houses about 200,000 inmates. Their crimes range from petty theft, to murder, and so on. The city is separated into multiple sections that each have their own leadership. First we have Regina who holds most of the northern section. You may know her by her nickname as "The Evil Queen." According to our records she has killed over thirty people, including her husband, but we doubt we truly know her full back story. She has many followers in Neverland and most likely spies around every corner."

Belle studied the picture the FBI had of Regina. She was a beautiful woman with short black hair, styled as a politician. She also had a ruthless gaze, a piercing look in her eyes, that even made Belle shiver. "I should be able to avoid her if I avoid the north correct? I would rather not get involved with her if possible, unnecessary."

"Her spies should be your only worry when it involves Regina." Belle knew he didn't have pleasant memories when it came to Regina, it was his wife who testified against her to finally seal the deal on her fate. Mary Margaret's father had married Regina, but was eventually killed so she could take over his company, however, she had not realized that there was a witness to his murder. "Be careful when it comes to Regina. If she knows your FBI she'll kill you instantly."

Belle leaned forward and placed her hand on David's arm, forcing him to look into her eyes. "David, do not worry, Regina will not find Emma, you're lucky she's in there with Baelfire, she'll be protected." David gave her a weak smile. "Now Archie, who else is in there? Tell me quickly, I don't appreciate lectures."

"Right, sorry Belle, I forget that you know about these people already." He clicked another button and Regina's file was replaced with another on the screen. "This is Killian Jones, AKA Captain Hook. He's one of the original inmates in Neverland, he declares himself as the overall leader of the city. His area is in the middle of the city, sadly he is nearly impossible to avoid, and he also tries to recruit most of the new inmates. He has a feud with Regina and a grudge against Gold. He'll definitely be interested in you."

Belle studied his picture, making a mental note of his appearance. Short dark hair and bright green eyes. His left hand was missing and in its place was a silver hook. "He certainly looks like the charmer, but I'm sure I can hold my ground against him." Both Archie and David laughed, it was nice seeing them unwind during this troubling time. "I'm assuming Gold holds the last sector of Neverland?"

Right on cue Archie clicked a button and Killian's file was replaced with Gold's. Belle knew who he was, he was legendary, but she actually has never seen him before. Her breath caught slightly, while he certainly did not seem to be the charmer Killian clearly was, he looked wise, which made him seem approachable. Belle's gaze drifted to his eyes, they were a deep brown with a golden hue, enchanting and Belle noticed she couldn't look away. There was something about him, maybe it was that he was forbidden, Belle did like a challenge after all.

After a moment Archie's voice finally broke Belle from her spell, "This is Mr. Gold, AKA Rumpelstiltskin, no one knows his first name, which is a bit odd. He is the newest leader in Neverland, but he controls the entire southern sector, he is highly dangerous and cannot be trusted." Archie clicked another button and a second photo appears on the screen, "This is Baelfire Gold, he is Gold's only family and just a petty thief as far as we know, however, we feel that he was running his father's business while Mr. Gold is in Neverland, could never prove it though. We were able to lock him away for robbery, but we know he's done worse."

David stood up and moved closer to the screen. "You need to get to the southern sector, Emma will surely be there, but we cannot let Gold discover your identity. You'll need to gain his trust to get close to Baelfire and Emma. He may have need for your talents, so sell them."

"Sounds simple enough."

"You'll have some allies in there. We have a couple of agents in there, but we cannot disclose their identities, they should find you though."

"Uhm.. Belle."

"Yes Archie?

"There's some other preparations we have to do."

"Why do you sound so nervous?"

"Well... We're going to have to tattoo you for starters."

Belle smiled gently at Archie. "I'm well aware, don't worry, needles don't scare me."

"But you're going to have permanent Neverland marks on you.."

"Archie, Archie, you need to learn how to calm down. I'm okay with this." Belle couldn't resist the opportunity to bump against Archie, forcing a smile from him.

At that moment another person walked into the room carrying a black case. Archie cleared his throat, "Belle, this is Sarah, she's going to tattoo you."

"Now the real fun begins." Belle stood up and took off her jacket. She could feel the stares from the other three people in the room. She knew they were not expecting the marks on her body. Ever since she started working for the FBI she always made sure to hide her body, she didn't particularly want to flaunt her past while working for the people who wanted to lock her up. There were faint scars all over her arms, they were also elsewhere, but invisible for now. She also had a couple of tattoos on her arms and shoulder blades, visible due to her tank top.

Sarah walked closer to Belle, taking a deeper look at her tattoos. "These are beautiful. Especially on your shoulder blades, what is it?"

"You're only seeing a bit of what's there, but I'm afraid you'll never see the complete picture. It's a little secret." Belle finished the last part of her sentence with a whisper and winked at Sarah. "The tattoo on my left arm is my family's crest." It had double swords with a dragon. "I come from a very old family clearly. On my right wrist I have in Latin, 'Do the brave thing, and bravery will follow' it's an old family motto. The tally marks on my upper arm are as one would guess, the number of people I have killed. I don't ever want to forget that, it would be shameful and against my honor."

Sarah nodded slowly and tore her gaze away from the tally marks, Belle knew there was more there than the FBI was aware of, but it no longer mattered. "I need you to lay down on the table please."

Belle followed instructions and jumped up on the table then proceeded to lay down on her back. She stretched her left forearm out, waiting for Sarah to tattoo the long number that would go there. Sarah sat down in a chair next to the table and started to mark Belle's skin. "So what's my number?"

David walked up and peered over Sarah's shoulder looking down at the tattoo that was appearing on her arm. "8752229."

"Lot of two's huh?" Belle started to laughed which caused Sarah to glare daggers, "Sorry, I'm not suppose to move."

Couple of more minutes passed in silence before Sarah pulled back from Belle's arm, "Alright, your number is done. Now for the bar code."

"Fun times." Belle rolled so she was now lying on her stomach. "This one won't feel very pleasant." Sarah laughed and stood up for better access of Belle's neck. "This one will probably tingle."

Belle jumped slightly as the needle first touched her. "I need you to stay still." Sarah was probably glaring at her again. After about twenty minutes Sarah finally finished the bar code on the back of Belle's neck. Belle quickly moved and stood, stretching her tense limbs. While stretching David walked over to Belle and pricked her arm with a syringe, inserting something. "What was that?"

"Nothing for you to worry about. Let's test the bar code shall we?" David walked over to Belle with a scanner and scanned the bar code. Instantly her file pulled up on the screen. Belle stepped closer. The first thing she noticed was the picture they added on to the file. "That's a version of me I haven't seen it a while." Letting out a slightly giggle, Belle began to read her file.

Number: 8752229

Name: Lacey French

Alias: Beauty

Occupation: Assassin

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Australian

Age: 27

Height: 5'2"

Hair: Brown

Eye: Blue

Known Crimes: Murder, Assassination, Robbery, Hacking, Kidnapping, Arson, Assault

Additional Information: Skilled in wielding doubles blades (daggers), Skilled in throwing knives, Skilled in Archery, Trained in hand-to-hand combat, Firearms training. Speaks English, French, German, Mandarin, and Japanese. Computer hacking skills.

Sentence: Life term at Neverland.

Belle giggled at her profile. "Lacey? Where in the world did that name come from?"

David laughed, "I think I saw an advertisement or something of that nature. Also thought a more exotic name might help you out in Neverland."

"But you'll most likely be known as Beauty instead." Archie added. "In Neverland, aliases are more important than someone's real name, it tells the prisoners more about you."

"Beauty... " Belle lost herself in thought with the name. It was her nickname that her parent's used. She was her father's "little beauty." Tears filled Belle's eyes.

"Belle, are you okay?" David moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her.

Belle wiped her eyes and looked up. "I just found it interesting that my alias is my real one. My parents called me "little beauty" and that's what I referred to myself as when I avenged my parents."

"It truly is a fitting name for you Belle."

"Belle actually means beauty," Belle laughed. She knew her parents were looking down at her, hopefully pleased.

"Are you ready Beauty?"

"Yes sir." Belle was actually very anxious. She wanted to be in Neverland as soon as possible. She wanted to bring Emma home and continue her work with the FBI. She enjoyed helping people, but a small part of her tried to pull her back, back to the person she was before David found her.

"Well you need one more thing, then you will be all set." Archie carried a black suitcase over and placed it on the table. "We figured you would want this." Belle walked over to the case and opened the lid.

"Oh my goodness! Where did this come from? I thought I would never see this stuff ever again."

David cleared his throat, "We took it from you when we arrested you that night two years ago. Been holding onto it."

"technically its evidence, and property of the FBI.."

"Archie! Calm down man. It's still hers, in a way." David patted Archie on the back, "Calm down. I'm the director remember?"

"Course, of course, sorry sir."

Belle ignored both Archie and David and kept staring at her things that she hadn't seen in years. Slowly she lifted a piece of black cloth from the case. It was her old shirt, made of the softest material she's ever touched. It was sheer and had an open back. It left little to the imagination of her body. Even though the top had long sleeves it cut to where her shoulders and upper arms were bare. It was specially designed to show her tattoos, specially designed to show who she was. Next she pulled out her favorite pair of pants, pure leather, they fitted to her skin like glue, basically another layer of skin. They were a deep brown, most believed them to be black, but Belle knew differently.

Belle peeked into the case and frowned. Archie moved closer and looked inside as well, "What's wrong? Something missing?"

"My boots! Where are my boots?"

Archie looked at her with a puzzled frown, "Boots?"

Belle let out a frustrated sigh. "I need my boots."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I got them Belle."

"Thank goodness, David, you are my savior." David had grabbed another case and was setting it down beside the one that held her clothes. It was a matching case, but slightly bigger. "We placed your weapons in this case, we thought it best."

"Why are my boots in the weapon case then?"

"You know there are blades hidden in them."

Belle smirked and playfully punched David on the arm. "You guys are pretty smart."

"I'm starting to question that, we're the ones giving a known criminal her weapons back."

Belle shrugged and moved to the second case opening it. Right on top were her boots. Practically squealing with joy Belle plucked them out and held them tightly to her chest. "I have missed these!" Like the rest of her clothing they were also custom-made. They were made of Italian leather and laced all the way up to her knees. They took forever to take on and off, but they were simply perfect.

Both Archie and David chuckled at her excitement, they wouldn't understand the importance of this stuff to her. They were her possessions, custom-made, exact to her tastes, they were her.

Belle knew her weapons were next in the exploration. Taking a deep breath Belle reached inside and felt the familiar feel of her daggers. They were still in their leather sheaths that allowed them to sit on her back. With them on her back they didn't limit her movement and allowed her to climb or fight if she ever needed to. With a firm grip Belle lifted the daggers out of the case. A small smile formed on her lips and she swung them around and clasped them in place. She instantly felt complete. "It feels good to have them back on my back, the feel of the weight in between my shoulders."

David reached into the case and brought out her bow. "What about this?"

Belle looked over, "I'm leaving it behind. It'll only slow me down, besides, my daggers are my weapon of choice. Didn't you read my file?"

Belle left David and Archie to go into the bathroom to change into her clothes. Tearing off the simple tank-top and jeans felt glorious. She hated having to dress so simple, so plain. She first slid on her pants, luckily she didn't gain any weight, it would have been a problem for them to not fit. Belle was something of a health nut and obsessed with staying in shape, one never knew when they might be attacked. One must always be ready when they lived the kind of life she did. Glancing into the mirror Belle studied her body. Thin scars were all over, but there was one that made her feel queasy. There was a vicious scar that ran down the left side of her ribcage down to her hip. She shivered and gently ran her fingers down the scar. It was in the past, no sense in dwelling on it. She pulled on her shirt and smiled when she could feel the softness against her skin. She didn't care that most of her body was visible, it was its purpose. A distraction.

After about ten minutes she finally had her boots on and laced completely. Holding her chin up Belle walked back into the room. Pulling a hair tie from her wrist Belle pulled her hair into a messy bun that sat on the top of her head. Might as well show her new artwork with pride.

"Hello Beauty." David pulled her into a tight embrace, "Thank you for this."

"I will bring her back. I promise. Now let's go to Neverland."