Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the positive reviews. I love to read them and they really put a smile on my face. I am so glad that people actually like this

Again all mistake's are mine. Enjoy

CHAPTER 5

A warm hand caressed his cheek, just like his mother always used to do, but the hand wasn't soft and gentle, no the hand was big and rough. Someone was talking to him, at first he thought it was just a dream but the touch and the voice didn't fade away as he started to wake up.

As he became fully awake, he could hear the voice more clearly. His body went limp with fear when he realized that it wasn't Mozzie's voice.

If he pretended to continue to sleep then maybe whoever it was would leave him alone?

No such luck, the person grabbed his thin shoulders and shook him hard.

Where was Mozzie? Neal wanted him more than anything right now.

He didn't see any other option than to just open his eyes and face the beast.

A man looked down at him and there was something about the man that made his skin crawl.

"Shh junior, it's alright"

The voice said in a placating tone, but his words did nothing to calm him down, quite the opposite.

"MOZZIE"

He yelled, hoping for Mozzie to show up like a knight in shining armor but he didn't.

The man just smiled at him, patting the top of his head in a condescending way.

"W-who are you? Where's Mozzie?"

He stammered, trying to fight back the tears that formed in his eyes.

"I am a friend of Mozzie's, you can call me Keller"

Despite the fact that Keller was giving him a big smile and the fact that he apparently was Mozzie's friend, Neal was scared of him. His gut feeling screamed at him to not trust the man. Neal had learned how to read people, it had been necessary for him to separate the good people from the bad and everything about this man screamed bad.

"Where's Mozzie?"

He asked again, trying to sound demanding and brave but apparently he failed since Keller just laughed at him.

"You're one tough little cookie, huh?"

Keller asked in a amused voice before it turned into a false softness

"How about you come with me for a while kiddo?"

Neal shook his head, not ready to follow the strange man anywhere.

"Please, I'll get you a big lollipop"

Did Keller seriously think that it would work? Like the promise of candy would make Neal trust him? Neal was smarter than that.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

He asked before he could stop himself, immediately regretting his words as he saw the frustration in Keller's face. He sighed before reaching out for the child, lifting him off the bed.

Neal trashed like a wild animal but Keller didn't seem to care about his struggles, instead the man held him in an iron grip and walked towards the front door.

As they passed the couch Neal saw the lifeless form on the floor, and he started to scream bloody murder.

He wanted to break free and run to Mozzie, wanting to know if he was okay, but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried.

"Stop screaming or I'll make sure Mozzie will never wake up"

That did the trick and Neal went quiet, afraid that Keller would follow through on his threat. Of course Keller could be lying and Mozzie was already gone, but Neal didn't even want to think that.

Mozzie was alive, he was okay and he would find Neal. He hoped.

He wrapped his arms around himself to stop the shivering. The room was cold and dark and he didn't even have a blanket to warm him up. Neal curled up inside the big t-shirt, that smelled just like Mozzie. He wanted to cry but he was all out of tears. He didn't know how long he had been in the room, had it been just a couple of minutes or had he been here for hours?

What if he was stuck here forever? What if Mozzie never came?

Neal hadn't realize that he had gotten attached to Mozzie, even if he didn't fully trust him yet.

His father had pointed it out as a flaw, that Neal could be too naïve, too kind and he had tried to better himself but still here he was getting attached to the first person who cared about him.

Mozzie seemed to like him, but did he like him enough to risk his life for him? Probably not.

Mozzie wouldn't come for him and Neal would be stuck here forever. Until he met his mommy again.

The pain in his head was unbearable and when he opened his eyes he swore he saw stars.

Despite the pain he knew he had to get up, something was wrong he could feel it.

How did he even end up on the floor?

With great effort he got up, supporting himself with a hand on the wall while rubbing the other along his world was spinning and he wanted nothing else but to lie down again but he couldn't because he had that nagging feeling that something was very wrong.

He closed his eyes and did his best to focus and finally, like a lightning bolt from the sky it hit him. Keller.

Mozzie turned around and was met with an empty bed. Neal was gone and so was Keller, it wasn't hard to understand that the two had left together.

Mozzie cursed himself for neglecting his deal with Keller. He had been on his way to case the place when he ran into Neal and the task had been forgotten. He should've known that Keller would not be patient, he never were.

He staggered to the fridge and got an ice pack that he placed on his hurting head.

Three glasses of wine later, you could never trust painkillers, Mozzie felt better and he finally felt ready to clean up this mess. He picked up his phone and dialed Keller, the man picking up after the first ring.

"So you finally decided to wake up?"

Keller's voice was yet again amused, and Mozzie wanted to punch Keller, sick of him acting like it was a game.

"Where's the kid, Keller?"

"Junior's fine."

"Leave him out of this"

"You'll get him back, Moz. After the job"

And with those words the call ended and Mozzie desperately wanted to punch something, but instead he just downed another glass of wine before he fell into a restless sleep, knowing there was nothing else he could do tonight and he needed to be well rested for tomorrow.