So I uploaded this story yesterday but there were some major technical problems and it didn't show up and so I had to delete it… but here it is again!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own White collar… yet! :)

Neal's head was spinning making the whole world seem like some kind of sickening tilt-a-whirl. He could vaguely feel the cut of the tight zipties around his wrists. He heard voices and a he saw the flood of lights turning on through his eyelids. He clenched them tighter feigning unconsciousness.

"Frank! He's not awake yet! We'll have to wait a little longer before we can have our fun." a voice shouted from directly in front of him. He heard footsteps approach and a gruff voice say "Why do we have to wait for him to wake up?"

Before he could think he felt himself be slapped across the face. Hard. His head whipped to the side and he groaned. He heard the second voice "See, now he's awake."

His eyes fluttered open the bright lights practically blinding him. He blinked furiously as he adjusted to the bright light. His head was still pounding and he let out a low moan. When his eyes finally focused he saw that he was in a small, completely white room. There were no windows and there was only one closed doors. He was ziptied to a a metal pole and his head was leaning against it. There were two goon-ish looking men standing in front of him.

He recoiled in shock and the larger one stepped closer. He whipped out a knife from his belt. He held it out tauntingly in front of him before softly placing it on Neal's throat. He slowly swept it across his throat with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Frank! We're not supposed to hurt him yet. We have to wait for the boss." His partner said in a slightly nasally voice.

Frank narrowed his eyes "Shut up Mark! I know what I'm doing." He straightened up however taking the knife away from Neal's face. Neal let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

All of a sudden the door burst open. Two men strode in. One was wearing what looked to be a white labcoat and the second was wearing a fancy suit with an extremely ugly tie.

The one in the suit cocked his head at Neal, observant. "Hello Mr. Caffrey. I've been waiting a long time to meet you."

3 HOURS EARLIER…

His eyes snapped open at the sound of a wine glass shattering. He heard a gruff voice hiss out "You idiot! You'll wake him up!"

He felt fear grip his chest as he slowly stretched his arm out to the nightstand, groping for his phone. He gripped and pulled it towards him slowly as to not let whoever was in his apartment know he was awake. He opened his phone under the sheets so the light wouldn't show. He pressed the familiar buttons and heard the dial tone as he leapt out of bed with the phone to his ear. He saw two men. One was slightly shorter than the other with red hair while the other was enourmous with brown hair. That was all he could really tell since there faces were in shadows.

Both of them looked stunned but quickly got over that as they lunged forward almost in synch. He ducked under the first ones arms as he heard the phone continue to ring. Come on Peter! Pick up! He heard a click and then a sleep "hello?"

Neal was about to respond when a fist was suddenly smashed into his face. He staggered backward into the brown-haired man barely keeping a grip on the phone. "Peter, help!" He gasped out. He felt a strong arm grip him from behind. He struggled to get out of the hold but found he could barely move an inch. He felt another blow, this one to his stomach. He doubled over and dropped the phone.

He could hear Peter's panicked voice from over the phone but couldn't understand what he was saying. The man holding him from behind hissed saying, "Mark! Stop messing around. Just give him the drug so we can get out of here."

Mark reached into his back pocket and took out a long syringe. It glinted evilly in the moonlight and Neal felt his eyes widen in fear. Mark stepped toward him tapping the syringe. He struggled desperately nut the brown haired man kept a strong hold on him. He felt his neck bared and then a sting as the needle was pushed into his neck. Almost immediately he felt his vision blurring and his legs giving out behind him, before blackness.

He heard his phone ringing beside him on the bedside table. He groaned and turned over. "Five more minutes," he mumbled.

He felt a sudden kick to his shin as El playfully kicked him. "Get the phone!" she said, her voice muffled.

He sighed then reached over for the phone. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID. "hello?" he asked groggily.

He heard a gasp of pain and he sat up in bed, suddenly alert. Before he could say anything he heard Neal's voice breathlessly over the phone. "Peter, help!"

He heard another moan of pain before a crash. "Neal? Neal! What's wrong? Answer me! Neal!" There was no response only the sound of fighting in the background. He yanked the sheets off and was already halfway dressed before he heard another voice on the phone, this one was deep and gruff. "Agent Burke, I presume."

He nodded before he realized he was still on the phone. "What did you do to Neal. I sware if you harmed one hair on his-," he was cut off.

"You are not in the position to make threats Agent Burke. Do Caffrey a favor won't you. Don't come looking for him. It will only make things… more painful than they need to be. Don't worry my boss will be in touch with you soon."

Peter was about to respond when he heard a click and the call ended.

I know…it's kinda short but I'll try and make them longer! I promise! Anyway… review please! The more reviews I get the faster I'll write! :)