Hey! Thanks for not flaming me!
I think I'm a little sick because I don't find my story sick enough… To me Anastasia has not reach the Creepy level yet… Not yet… I'll do my best to bring her there…
I really love to have a beta… but I need the beta to love my story line… and not just someone that just want to check my grammar and crap. This way… the feeling in the story will be more…full…
Okay… Enough crap talk, I'm just gonna type, and check my work sooooo much until I hate it .
None of the characters belongs to me… That is why I'm making a muck outta it… TT I apologise to the characters… Sorry Mozzie, Alex, Neal, Peter… If I did screwed up your character I am so sorry… Mozzie… I'm sorry…I suck at quoting… so screw quoting for now…
Now do review, for the sake of mu sanity… or insanity… whatever that works well…
"I knew it! They are exactly like Neal! They never ever listen!" Peter threw a file on his desk, scolding no one in particular. He sat down on his chair and sighed.
He really wanted to fly to Russia to save Neal but what could he do in Russia without his power? He was not as skilled as Neal to be able to enter a house undetected, he cannot flash his badge cause it would be useless, not to mention, he would most probably be shot before he could even catch a glimpse of Neal.
Jones entered into his office, his face full of concern, "Hey Peter… Everything alright?"
"Nope, they are not." Peter buried his head in his hands, "Neal friends are going over to Russia to save him, while we are here doing nothing."
Jealous? Oh yes he was. Being in this job means he could save people, but now being in this job was making him feel restricted and powerless to save his friend… His little troublemaker … His substitute little brother…
Now all he could do was to wait for them or a miracle to happen.
Jones dropped a file on his desk, "If they managed to bring Neal in, we can protect him."
"And if they don't"
And they both went silent…
Mozzie stared in awe at the beautiful old house in front of him. He suddenly felt a nudged at his side; he looked away from his binoculars and glared, 'What?"
"We are here to get Neal, not ogle at the house." Alex hissed.
He sighed, "There are two guards at the front as far as I can tell… and I'm guessing that Neal at the top floor…Which is the third floor…"
"A damsel in distress is always at the top of the tower."
"I'm also guessing that the guards have big guns that could blow a big hole in our hearts!"
"Which you don't have one." Alex rolled her eyes.
"Oh wait! They are moving out!" Mozzie exclaimed, "We need to get out of sight NOW!"
"I know Moz." Alex smiled as she drove away quickly.
"We are going today, aren't we?" Mozzie asked, though his tone confirmed that they were indeed going in tonight. After all they had been watching the Russian Mob for days to find out when they were leaving for a meeting. Arriving to Russia right before the day of their meeting was to prevent anyone in the mob from checking their identities… if they had spies in the airport or wherever they had spies…
"Don't worry…We'll be fine…" Alex assured, "It is just like a normal heist."
"Oh, it just that if we get caught, we die…horribly." Mozzie snorted.
Alex smiled, "So all we have to do is just not to get caught."
"Why did I agree to this crazy plan in the first place?"
"Because you care for Neal." Alex whispered.
Mozzie sighed, "Caring for him may just kill me."
They fell silent and waited.
There were no words exchanged as they started their plan.
Alex was to handle the front and clear any obstacle while Mozzie was to watch her back. They would not let each other out of sight, because if they were to fail, they would rather fail together…Die together…Well at least only for this.
It did not even take a minute for Alex to pick the lock.
"Why that's easy…"
"Of course! No one would be crazy enough to break into a Russian Mob headquarters!" Mozzie hissed.
"Neal did." Alex muttered.
"Oh and look where did that landed him into?"
Alex ignored Mozzie, moving into the house stealthily like a cat… Mozzie moved in… uncomfortably…
The house was eerily quiet. The silence made their footsteps sounds extremely loud. It felt like at anytime somebody would appear and attack them, like a horror film.
Alex slowly made her way up the marble staircase.
Footsteps could be heard from a distance, she motioned Mozzie to retreat and they quickly searched for a place to hide.
They both held their breaths as the footsteps came closer; it then went right past them and slowly disappeared.
"Well they didn't leave the house totally unprotected." Alex whispered as she got up and quickly climbed up the stairs to the third floor. The rest of the house was quiet and empty.
"I'm having a bad feeling about this… It's too simple… Nothing is ever simple… like the suits are never simple…" Mozzie glanced around nervously.
"Look! There's light in that room!" Alex nudged Mozzie to catch his attention.
"Yes I can see that, but is it him in the room?"
"Neal!" Alex hissed…loudly.
"Are you crazy?" Mozzie hissed just as loudly.
"Alex? Moz?" Neal's voice answered them, and the door swung open.
Neal stared at his friends in happiness and in horror. He immediately dragged them both into his room. He was so afraid that Anastasia would suddenly pop in suddenly to slaughter his friends.
"Why are you dressed like a Greek?" Mozzie asked, "And just in case you don't know… You got the belt wrong."
They both raised a brow.
He shifted uncomfortably, "Okay now is not the time for chit chat…"
Alex smiled, "Let us go."
Neal's eyes widened and pointed to his clothing, "Like this?"
"Yeah, you got a problem?" Alex grinned, "Don't worry, we got a car. You will be warm in no time."
Neal gave a small smile and went to the closet and grabbed more cloths to keep him a little warmer.
"Let us go." Neal grinned; a hope was ignited in his heart, "By the way… where is Peter?"
"He's stuck in New York… They won't let him come." Mozzie replied monotonously.
"Quiet." Alex hissed, as they moved to the door they had previously entered from.
When they were out in the snow, Neal was trembling.
"It's really….cold." Neal teeth chattered. Even though he was cold… his brain was not, something in him was screaming that it was way too easy… there was practically no one guarding the house. His hope flickered.
Alex smiled and threw him a jacket. A female jacket… He embraced it all the same.
'Don't worry Neal… We're reaching the car s-" Alex froze when she saw the car.
"Oh God…They know we are here." Mozzie closed his eyes in surrender.
The car tyres were all slashed, making the car useless.
"I would suggest you all follow me back to the house." A low voice warned.
His hope was extinguished… not even a smoke could be seen. He turned and saw a giant towering over them, and holding a small gun. It was not aimed at him but at Mozzie. He glared at the giant and pushed his friends behind him.
"Oh God… We're so dead…that's Surgei!" Mozzie said breathlessly.
Neal stood firm… well maybe trembling a little due to the cold.
"Neal Caffrey… Is your friends' life above your own?" Surgei asked, amusement was evident in his voice.
"No… but I know you won't kill me because Anastasia wants me." Neal challenged, forcing every part of his muscle to stop shaking.
"Smart boy. But I definitely won't let your friends off. So what are you going to do?" Surgei grinned, "You are currently wearing a cloth with nothing underneath, in the cold snow. So how long can you hold out?"
Surgei took a slow step forward.
Neal's brain was ticking painfully. How could he save his friends? He cannot hold his body hostage because there was no weapon that he could use to threaten himself…. Maybe he could snatch the gun out from Surgei's hand...
He shook his head and continued pushing his friends further behind him, his body sticking to theirs.
"Neal…do you have a plan?" Mozzie asked.
"I thought you are the ones who should have a plan."
"Well we forgot plan B…" Mozzie muttered.
"I always said, do it slow and do it correctly." Neal hissed.
Surgei took another dangerous step forward.
Neal continued to push his friend further behind, until Alex and Mozzie back hit the car. His heart was beating fast, so fast that he felt suffocated.
"Neal… there is no where to run… no where to go…If you do not come back into the house soon… Your legs would be frozen." Sugei smiled, knowing that victory was his.
"No. Why don't you let me go? Can't you see Anastasia is obsessed with me? If you let us off, I won't say anything to the feds. I will even…" Neal shook his head to try and clear it.
"No. Anastasia will cry if I do that. And I don't trust you or your friends." Surgei replied, "I repeat I cannot let your friends go."
"I cannot let them die." Neal spat out.
Neal felt Alex squeezing his hand. He sighed and relaxed a little. He was getting a little tired from everything.
He was prepared to face Surgei again when he saw Anastasia and her men walking towards them.
"Hello Neal… I see you have company…" She had a faked smile on her creepy doll like face, "Alex and Mozzie… I'm glad Surgei was cautious. If not I would had lost a priceless art piece."
Neal had long lost any feelings in his legs; he was standing up on pure perseverance. His determination to save his friends made him stop trembling or at least he thinks so, "Anastasia…"
He only had one idea to save his friends… his brain felt like ice and don't seem to work well anymore.
"Yes Neal?" Anastasia asked, her faked smile was still plastered on her face.
"Take… Take my friends… but don't kill them… don't even hurt them… Please…" He whispered loud enough for all of them to hear, he was panting. His lips slowly turned a little blue, his movement were slowed.
"Keep them safe and I won't run…I promise… I'll do anything for you…"
"Neal! What are you talking about?" Mozzie nearly screamed at him.
"Fine… But is you ever try to run… for the first time, I'll break their legs… and if you still decide to run the second time, I'll cut their legs off." She grinned, "Do we have a deal?"
"Fine!" Neal smiled a little as he stumbled forward. Surgei ran forward to grab hold of him.
"Neal!" Alex and Mozzie shouted.
"Boy! Do not fall asleep." Surgei commanded him while giving him a light slap across the face to keep him awake.
"I'm wide awake." Neal argued, "Not going to sleep…"
Surgei looked up at his men, "He needs to be warmed immediately!"
Anastasia eyes could not leave Neal's body at all. He looked alert, but he was no longer thinking straight.
"Akim! Carry Neal up to the room! Make sure he is kept warm. Give him clothes if you have to!" Surgei barked, "You two! Take these two intruders to their room. Nobody is to hurt them!"
The two men nodded and went over to restrain the two thieves.
Surgei passed Neal to Akim.
Akim muttered something under his breath before carrying Neal, making sure his feet never touches the snowy ground.
Anastasia smiled, Neal looked so fragile in Akim's hands…almost like ice… Once dropped and he would break into a million pieces. It was a beautiful sight. Of course, she would never want him to break into a million pieces.
When everything was being settled and Neal was gone, she turned to Surgei, "Thanks Surgei… I don't know what to say…If it wasn't for you… Neal would be stolen away from me…" She hugged him, "I don't know what I would do…"
Surgei hugged her back, "I'm here for you remember. A leader's job is to trust in your men to do a good job. So I got your back well covered. "
"Thanks Surgei… And I love you lots and lots."
Surgei gave a hearty laugh, "I love you lots and lots too."
"Will Neal be alright?" Anastasia asked innocently.
"Well… he may have a mild hypothermia…It's nothing to be worried about."
She nodded and beamed, "I'll go and see him now! Remember I love you lots and lots!"
Surgei saw her lithe figure slowly disappearing from his sight, he wondered, did he really make the right decision?
Sorry Peeps… I got no idea how to do a con (That is why I ain't no con woman)
And sorry…I don't live in cold places… I do not know how does hypothermia really feels like… I only read up TT So FORGIVE ME!
AND PLEASE REVIEW! I BEG OF YOU! I NEED ENCOURAGEMENT!
I'll wait if I have to T_T