Okay so I'm not sure how I feel about this story, whether it's good or bad, so I'll continue it based on the reaction I get. So tell me what you think. XoXo

Neal sat at his desk and watched the time tick by. Peter was insistent on torturing him with boring case files. He had verified about a hundred check frauds and his eyes were getting lazy.

'Ready to go home?' Peter asked as he walked towards Neal.

'Yes, I really am.'

'Well you can't, cause I have another pile of files for you.' He dropped the files on Neal's desk and gave him a wide smile.

'Are you serious?' He looked up at the clock. 'It's five to five.'

'And you'll work till the bitter end.'

'Well what are you doing?'

'I'm getting ready to go home.'

'Peter!'

'Get to work!' Peter walked away with a smile on his face. He loved to watch his partner squirm and it was hardly that bad, only an extra five minutes of him doing his job.

Neal watched the clock again and when it hit five he jumped to his feet and ran to the door. He really did need to invest in a car. This walking thing was getting ridiculous. At least the sun would be out for another 20 minutes. He walked slowly towards his home not bothering to rush. Mozzie of course would be waiting for him and hopefully he'd have something new to show him. His mission to find Kate's killer was still on the top of his to do list.

The sun had almost completely faded by the time Neal reached his street. He suddenly felt a cold chill down his spine. He looked behind him in search of the cause. A large black van was parked about 20 meters behind him. It did feel unsettling but it didn't seem to be following him and he would have noticed if it had followed him the entire way.

He looked back in front of him but was alarmed when the van sped up towards him. He looked over quickly but it was too late to run. Two men jumped out from the side and grabbed him. He fought back hard, punching one of them in the jaw with all his strength. The other of the men grabbed his wrist and twisted it up behind his back causing a groan from Caffrey. The other threw a rag over his mouth.

Neal began to feel weak, too weak to fight back, they threw him into the back of the van and cut the tracer from his leg. It didn't take more than a moment for them to speed off down the street and out of sight.

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Peter picked up his phone as it rang. 'Hello?'

'Neal cut his anklet.' The voice on the other end informed.

'I don't believe it. I'm on my way.'

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'What's going on?' Peter asked as he walked into the office.

'It doesn't really make much sense.' Jones spoke. 'It seemed like he was walking home…' He pointed to the screen that showed Neal's last movements. 'He was almost there and he cut the anklet out of the blue.'

'That doesn't make sense.'

'We sent a team over there but there was no sign of him, he must have had a ride.' Diana added.

'This doesn't add up. Why? Where's he going? I'll keep in contact; I have to talk to a few people.' He walked from the office and hoped in his car. This didn't make any sense. It was too random to be real. He drove to Neal's home.

When he arrived at the house he was greeted by June. 'Hello Peter.'

'Hi June, can I please go up to Neal's room?'

'I don't think he's home yet.'

'He's not, he cut his ancklet.'

'I don't believe it.'

'That's what I said. Can I go up, I need to check his room and look for anything that could lead me to his location.'

'Of course.'

She allowed him in and he raced up the stairs. Mozzie greeted him once he opened the door. He was sitting at the table but soon jumped up in surprise. 'Peter, where's Neal?' He sounded quite panicked.

'I was about to ask you the same question. What's going on?'

'How do you not know? He has a tracker! You need to get him here now! I need to speak with him. It's urgent.'

'Speak with me. Neal cut his anklet. Where did he go?'

'Oh my God. Peter this is not good! This is not good Peter! Do you know how not good this is?'

'Slow down, alright. Tell me what's going on.'

'He didn't cut his tracker Peter!'

'Tell me something I don't know! Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on!'

Mozzie inhaled deeply then released his breath. 'A little birdy told me that a certain someone had been released from jail only a week ago! I don't know why I didn't hear of it sooner!'

'Who got released from jail?'

'His name is Maximus Gorman but he's known on the streets as Tiny.'

'Tiny?'

'Yeah I know, Original. Neal told me he had a few run ins with Tiny while he was in jail with him.'

'What kind of run ins?'

'It's no secret that Tiny is a homosexual and a total nutcase.'

'It's not?'

'It's not. Anyway, he took a fancy to Neal in jail and Neal being Neal, told him to back off. Tiny didn't back off and Neal ended up punching him out. Tiny didn't have many friends in jail, but he has more than enough on the outside to pull something like this off.'

'Pull what off?'

'Connect the dots detective! A kidnapping!'

'You think this guy 'Tiny' kidnapped Neal?'

'I don't think, I know! A week ago he got released and now Neal is missing?'

Peter thought for a moment. If what he was saying was true than Neal could be in serious danger. He headed back to the office in search of information on Maximus Gorman.

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