So I thought a little OC was called for. Just thought Neal has a lot of people in his life, why would the only person looking out for him be Mozzie? Just a thought. :):)

Alsoooo I got a few private messages saying they wanted some stuff so here it is :)

Earlier

A knock at Neal's door and in crashed a young woman. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Her skin was a perfect white while her body was firm and slim. 'Mozzie!' she called.

'Phaedra?' Mozzie answered.

'Did you hear?' She asked as she embraced him tightly.

'Yeah I did.' He hugged her back and soon pulled her away to grab her shoulders.

'Where's Neal? We have to let him know!'

Mozzie looked at her in dismay. 'It's too late. The bastard got him.'

All of the colour faded from her face. 'No way…' She looked around and was greeted with a larger man than Mozzie. 'Agent Burk?'

'Yes, and you are?'

'Phaedra Pearl.'

'Nice to meet you, but how do you know Neal?'

'We go way back.'

'I've never heard of you before though…'

'That's alright; I'm no con artist. I'm an actress.'

'Oh… cause that makes perfect sense.'

'Exactly.' She looked back at Mozzie. 'What do you mean 'he got him' Mozzie?'

'I mean Neal's missing, his anklet was cut and no one can find him.'

'I knew this would happen. I should have come quicker.'

'Nothing we could have done could have stopped Tiny.'

'Well, how are we getting him back?'

'I'll fill that one in. 'Were' not getting him back. That's 'my' job and the job of the FBI.' Peter added.

'Yeah… okay…' She looked back at Mozzie. 'I have an idea and you can help me.'

'How?' Mozzie asked.

'Just get me the location of one of the men. They won't break under the pressure of the FBI but I'm pretty sure I can get the information I need out of them.'

'Okay… that won't be happening.' Peter interrupted. 'Mozzie, if you can get the whereabouts of one of the men holding Neal, you bring that information to me alright?'

Mozzie looked over at Peter. 'Yeah… Okay…' He looked back at Phaedra. 'I'll see what I can do.'

'It's like talking to two brick walls.' Peter sighed. 'At least…' He began.

They both looked at him.

'Keep me in the loop. I care about Neal too. I want to be able to help.'

Phaedra looked at Mozzie and he nodded. 'Okay well, I have a plan.'

.

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Today

When he woke it chest still ached. His wrists were bound down tight and his ankles were strapped up securely. He looked around. The same room stared back at him. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out for but it was pleasant. He finally realized what had woken him up. The sound of the door opening. That very noise made his body tense tightly.

'Hello darling.' Tiny's voice trailed from the door.

Neal could only brace himself for just about anything. At this point Tiny could be homicidal. He held his breath and kept his eyes in front of him.

'You've been in dreamland for about 3 hours now, we thought we'd come wake you up and see if you wanted to play?'

Gah, the thought of playing with Tiny made him sick.

'Is that a yes? Cause you know how I feel about you misbehaving.'

'What do you want from me?'

'I want what any man wants… Power'

'Well clearly you've established that. What else do you want?'

'You…'

Neal closed his eyes. He didn't want to know what that meant.

'I do hope you remember out last conversation.'

'I remember.'

'Good.' He nodded at one of his men and almost instantaneously he moved towards Neal.

He untied his hands and feet and stood back. Neal didn't move. He knew it was useless. The moment he got up to run Tiny's men would snatch him up. All four of them were at least double his size.

'Get on your knees Neal.' Tiny spoke.

Neal wasn't sure what to do, should he obey and allow Tiny to dominate him, or should he stand up for himself and stay strong? He sat still for a moment, still in shock. Tiny nodded at one of his men and they soon walked up to Neal. Before he it, he was convulsing in his chair. Suddenly all the pain stopped and he had a chance to take a deep breath. He looked towards the man who was holding a taiser. He let out a deep moan and panted against his chest.

'I told you. I hate it when you misbehave! Get . On . Your . Knees!'

Neal pulled himself from the chair and fell to the ground. He pulled himself up onto his knees and kept his head to the ground.

'Good boy.' Tiny walked up to him, so that he was only a meter in front of him. He began. 'Repeat after me… Tiny is in control.'

Neal looked up at him and swallowed hard. He kept his lips shut firmly.

'Fine. I can play it your way.' He nodded at his friend and Neal was shocked yet again, this time for much longer.

Finally he let go and Neal fell onto his hands. The pain was too much. He couldn't go through it again.

'Say it!' Tiny hissed.

'Tiny… is in control.'

'Good. Now say, I will do everything I'm told or I solely accept my punishment.'

'I will do everything I'm told or…' He paused.

'Go on.'

'Or I solely accept my punishment.'

'And if I try to escape…' Tiny continued.

'And if I try to escape…'

'I accept the penalty.'

'I accept the penalty.'

'The penalty being…'

'The penalty being…' Neal swallowed.

'I give full and total permission for Tiny to…' He chuckled. 'Have my way with you.'

Neal screwed up his face. He wouldn't say that! Not that!

'Say it Neal, or we will keep torturing you, until you say it.'

The thought crossed his mind to attempt escape right there and then but his head also told him that could be fatal. He pressed his lips together tightly and made a slight, painful squeaking noise in the back of his throat.

'I'll give you to the count of three Neal. One.'

He closed his eyes and tried to focus.

'Two.'

His head was spinning.

'Three'

'I give full permission…' He began.

Tiny smiled. 'Go on.'

Neal could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, even though they were closed. 'I give full permission for Tiny too…' He paused. His words were merely a whisper now. 'Have his way with me…' He chocked out the words but he couldn't believe he had said them by the end of it.

'Good boy! You just remember those words when you think you have a master plan up your sleeve.'

He walked from the room and was followed by 3 of his friends. The fourth of course picking him up and shoving him back onto the chair. He tied his hands and feet and left him to sit on his own. So many thoughts rushed into the front of his brain. Should he even bother trying to escape now?

So you tell me, should Neal give it a crack anyway, and if he does, should he succeed or fail? Should Neal save himself or should Peter, Mozzie and Phaedra be the heroes? Should Neal Survive at all?