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Title :: Neal's Secret - Chapter Six.
Disclaimer :: Got nothin'
Summary :: Trust is questioned between Peter and Neal when someone Neal knew gets brought up. Neal's trying his hardest to hide something, Peter just has to figure out what it is.

Neal had made it out of the building, slowing to a walk once out in the street. He glanced in both directions, deciding to head west towards the park instead of going back to June's. He needed a walk, alone, he needed time to clear his head.

After a couple of minutes, his phone rang and he cautiously took it out of his pocket - making sure to check the id first this time - it was Peter. He considered answering for a moment before slipping the phone back into his pocket and ignoring the call. He managed to get to the park without fainting, his cellphone still buzzing annoyingly in his pocket. It was still Peter. Neal couldn't answer it. He didn't know what would happen if he did. Going back wasn't going to happen, yet. He leaned back against the bench, his thoughts completely taking him over.

They knew.

All of them.

Bobby told them.

Peter knew.

Neal tried his hardest to make sure no one found out.

The more he thought about it, the more he slipped farther into his memories as he stared blankly at the fountain infront of him.

-x-

Neal was walking towards the rec room, stopping short when he saw a familiar face before him. His cellmate stepped closer, smiling at him. Terror built inside the con's chest. He knew there weren't any guards on this floor yet, shifts were just starting to change. "Sam, please don-" He started but was cut off by being thrown against the wall. A groan of pain escaped from him as his back hit hard against the concrete. Within seconds the other mans body was pressed against Neal with a pair of rough, chapped lips against the con's. Neal struggled beneath his attacker, wanting and trying to break free. He knew how useless it was. He fought anyways, in a pointless attempt to get away. He knew he couldn't, this was a routine - the same thing every time. He knew what the man wanted and that he was going to do it no matter how hard Neal fought or how much he asked. It wasn't going to end until he had his way.

Neal desperately tried to escape the death grip that had formed around him. But there was no use, he knew what was going to happen. The closet door next to them was opened, Neal being pushed roughly inside, with much protest from Neal as he kicked and struggled in Sam's arms.

Russo threw Neal onto the floor, hard. The con tried to scram away, wanting to escape the horror he knew was coming but, strong fingers wrapped around his ankles and pulled him back down. Neal felt Russo begin to crawl ontop of him, putting his nightmare into play.

His white shirt was ripped off his body, then the bottom half of his jumpsuit. His and Russo's clothes fell into a mixed puddle on the floor as they were thrown across the small closet space after being torn away from him.

It wasn't long until rough, sand paper-like hands traveled around Neal's restricted, now bare body. No matter how hard he tried not to, each time Sam slammed himself into him with more force than Neal could bare, he screamed. With each scream and cry out came the punishment of a punch or hit to somewhere on the fragile body. Sam's hand came up and covered Neal's mouth, shutting him up quickly.

For what seemed like a lifetime, Neal bit back tears while being violated. If the tears escaped from his eyes, the beating would become worse. He could already feel bruises forming on the skin over his muscles. Everything was hurting.

Once Russo was finished with him he pulled away from Neal and pulled his clothes back on. "You know. I don't get you." Sam said to the weak man laying on the floor. Neal didn't respond, only looked away as he felt sick. "You fight and you fight." Charlie started, strolling back over to the almost lifeless body that laid out before him.

Which is exactly how Neal Caffery felt at the moment, Lifeless.

Sam leaned over Neal once again, whispering menacingly to him. "Yet, you know you will never win. You can be the smartest con on the block, but you're weak Nealie. You're weak. You are just so defenseless and easy get. I don't know why you even try to fight. You are a damaged, broken, little mess in prison. Look at yourself. You. Are. Nothing." Sam's voice was cold and dark. His eyes matched that. They were eyes that haunted Neal's mind.

The tone was meant to hurt Neal as well as the words, and to as much as Neal didn't want to admit it, they did. They did hurt him. They tore away and broke him down everytime they were spoken.

Russo picked up Neal's clothes and ordered him to get dressed. When Neal didn't move quick enough because of the pain Sam shook his head. "You can't even dress yourself." He spat, quickly pulling Neal's clothes on half-heartedly.

Russo laughed darkly at the sight of watching his toy shudder again as he touched his cheek. "Ill see you tonight." He said with another laugh. Neal shook once more as Sam's hand touched his chest and then left laughing and satisfied with himself that he left the broken boy behind.

Neal couldn't take it, he sat up slowly so he didn't irritate any injuries and he pushed himself against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest and held them tightly. Sam's voice was left floating around his mind, his words burning into his skin. The man's laughed was still in the room and it pushed more fear into Neal. Emotionless eyes were pictures in his head, menacing, dark, cold. Tears stung his own eyes, the need to be sick falling into his stomach. A tear fell down his cheek, breaking him apart.

The door quickly swung open, startling Neal as he flinched against the wall thinking Sam was back. Once he looked up, he noticed the guard standing above him. "Neal!" Bobby exclaimed, diving towards him.

The con pushed away, unable to take being touched. Bobby quickly ran back out of the room, calling out for someone before returning to the closet. The security guard kneeled infront of Neal. "What happened?"

The look he got back, the hurt and fear mixed tears in the con's eyes and his lips parted slightly, told Bobby everything. Neal's breathing caught up with him, shaking his chest. He swallowed hard, licking his lips. "Bo-Bobby." His voice was rasp. "You...please, don't-" Neal couldn't speak. "What Neal?" He asked. Neal's body shook. "You-you can't say an-ything." He said, meeting Bobby's eyes once more. "Neal-" Bobby started. "You can't!" Neal said, looking more scared than before. Bobby quickly stood, gently pulling the con to his feet and walking him out. Neal glanced around the empty hall, staying close to Bobby. Another guard approached them with a questioning look. The other guard noticed the redness of new bruising around Neal's face and Bobby held out his hand, motioning he had it under control.

Bobby ushered Neal into one of the security offices, sitting him down and pulling out a first aid kit from under the desk filled with monitors.

-x-

Neal gasped when a tap on his shoulder caused him to jump almost ten feet. Mozzie stared down at him with a blank expression. "Moz." He said, sighing. "You just jumped." He asked. Neal looked up at him. "You never jump."

Neal rubbed his hands together, falling back into reality. Mozzie sat next to him, still watching him intently. "What's going on?" He asked. Neal looked over at him after a moment. "He called." Unable to say his name, Neal looked away. "What did he say?" Mozzie asked. Neal stared down at the pavement beneath his shoes.

"He going to find me. He said we'd 'be together again soon'." Neal stated with a blank expression. Mozzie waited for the rest of the explanation. "I went back to the office. To tell Peter..."

"What did Peter do?" Mozzie asked.

Neal rubbed his hands together again. "I didn't get the chance to tell him..." Neal spoke quietly. "Did he sent you out again?" Mozzie asked. Neal shook his head, hair falling over his eyes.

"They know. Bobby...he...told them...I...I ran out."

"They know what Neal?" Mozzie asked, leaning closer to his friend.

Neal looked up, blue eyes still trapped in the emotions of his memories. Mozzie could tell, didn't want to believe it, but he knew that it was something beyond his suspicions. Mozzie stayed silent for a moment before he quickly stood up, looking down at his friend. They weren't going to have this conversation out here. Not only did Mozzie fear for Neal's safety of just sitting in the wide open park with this psycho on the loose, he also wanted Neal to be able to breakdown if he had to. "Come on. Let's get home. I hear June sent new wine today." He gave Neal a smile and the conman actually-sort of smiled back, thankful of the way Mozzie wasn't going to force the subject.

-x-

Peter had given up on calling. Neal was not going to answer him, that was made obvious the last thirty some odd calls ago. Jones came in to his office, after checking Neal's anklet - for safety purposes, informing him that Neal was at the park and was just now leaving and heading back to June's. Peter nodded, thanking him before putting on his jacket and heading in the same direction.

-x-

Mozzie and Neal walked into Neal's loft, Mozzie allowing his friend to change before they walked outside and sat at the small table.

"Neal, talk to me." Mozzie said after ten minutes of silence. Neal looked up. "He hurt me, Moz..." Neal spoke quietly.

"It...it started in our cell. I don't know how it started...but, it did. He...climbed into my bunk...the first month I was there..." Neal let the information linger, knowing Mozzie would put the pieces together without him having to say anything. Moz just gave him a soft expression, letting him know that he could be comfortable. Neal took a breath before speaking again.

"It...it was almost every night..." Neal's gaze dropped, guilt falling into his voice. Mozzie caught it quickly. "It's okay, Neal." He whispered. Neal met his eyes once more. "What if he finds me, Moz?" He asked, blue eyes filled with terror.

"We won't let that happen."

Neal dropped his gaze again, playing with his fingers under the table.

They stayed silent for a long time before Neal shifted, running a hand through his hair. "Would you mind if I took a shower, Moz?" He asked. Mozzie shook his head. "Go ahead. We can finish later." Neal nodded, standing up and walking back inside. He stopped when he reached the doors, turning around and looking at his friend. "Thanks, Moz." Mozzie gave him a smile and Neal headed back inside to shower.

Mozzie left the veranda after a few while, heading into the kitchen to get wine. A knock on the door had Mozzie put the bottle down and freeze. He looked at the door Neal had disappeared behind minutes before, leading towards the closet and bathroom, before looking back at the door.

"Neal." Peter's voice came through the door and both Mozzie visibly relaxed. Mozzie opened the door and Peter looked at him. "Where is he?" Peter asked. Mozzie stared at the Agent. "You have a lot of never showing up here, Suit." Mozzie kept his voice low and earned a look from the other man. "Just tell me where he is." Peter demanded. Mozzie crossed his arms over his chest. "Showering." He said. Peter sighed, relaxed that Neal was atleast here, he stepped inside and Mozzie shut the door.

"Is he okay?" Peter asked. "I don't know if okay is the word you'd want to use." Mozzie said. Peter looked down. "Whatever line you crossed, Suit, I can tell you that you shouldn't have." Mozzie said. Peter gave him a look.

"You hurt him, Peter."

Peter faltered, that was probably one of the worst things he could've heard at the moment, that and Mozzie had used his first name. He knew this was worse than he thought. "I needed to know." Peter knew it wasn't an excuse, but just a statement.

"Yeah, I know you did." Mozzie sighed, silence filling the room before he looked up at the Agent. "Sam called him." Mozzie admitted, knowing that piece of information was important. Peter's face turned angry. "He did?" Peter asked, mad he wasn't told.

"Why do you think Neal showed up to talk to you in the first place?"

Peter's expression fell back as he stared at Mozzie. "He went to tell you. He called and after they hung up Neal went straight to you."

The Agent immediately looked down, hating that he hadn't even thought why Neal had showed up at the office in the first place.

"Sam told him he was going to get him. Neal got scared and came to you, to only find out you used the only person who he trusted with that information, against him." Mozzie was upset, mad with the Suit - something Peter hadn't seen first hand. Peter met his gaze, the scowl on the shorter man's face actually beginning to guilt him.

The door that lead into the back area of the lost opened. Neal emerged in comfortable clothes, running a towel over his hair. When he removed the towel, wet hair falling naturally, he noticed Peter. Mozzie was still by the door and Neal could tell they had been having a conversation - probably about him.

"What are you doing here?" Neal asked, looking at Mozzie, who nodded to let him know everything was okay, then back at Peter.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." The Agent said. "Well, I'm fine, as you can see." Annoyance laced into his voice.

Peter glanced between both con's a few times, easily sensing he wasn't welcome right now. He looked back at Neal. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced Bobby to tell us. He didn't want to. I never intended for this to happen, Neal." He apologized. Neal swallowed.

"I believe you." He said after a moment. Peter visibly relaxed, Mozzie left his stance by the door to take his glass of wine and pour Neal one. "Can we please talk about this?" The Agent asked. He waited as Mozzie and Neal exchanged looks, Mozzie's saying not to, Neal's saying they had to. Neal looked back at Peter and nodded.

"Okay." He said, taking a seat at the table.

Peter sat at the head of the table, beer in hand and Mozzie across from Neal, both with wine.

Things would be okay, maybe not yet, but they would be.

There it is(: Chapter Six! I hope you enjoyed it. It's close to two a.m. so, Goodnight! Review please! Love you(: