Author's Note:
Hello again people!
I just want to say thanks for the reviews/follow/favourite and especially thanks to the support I have gotten, it's amazing how some strangers on the internet can really brighten up my day so thanks.
A couple of weeks ago I moved to my very own aparment which is both good cause it gives me the peace and quiet I need for my writing but it has also been really bad for my mental health.
On a more positive note, I'm getting a cat this Saturday (a cat that happens to be one of the kittens our family cat gave birth too) and I'm really excited for his arrival.
I'm also very inspired in general right now so I'm hoping to update this story again in maybe a week or so.
Okay enough about my life and on to the story.
Thanks for reading :)

CHAPTER 11

All it took was two, hard kicks for their uncle to kick in the door that had been protecting them from him.
Keller walked into the room, looking more pissed than Mozzie had ever seen him before, while Neal was hiding behind his big brother, shaking like a terrified little chihuahua.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

The question was asked in a low, menacing growl that sounded far too terrifying to be human.
Mozzie wanted to hide too, but he knew that he couldn't because he had the great responsibility of protecting them.

"I called agent Burke, the FBI will be here any second now."

Mozzie said, raising the hand that was still clutching both the phone and the business card.
His words and no effect and the man just started to slowly walk closer to them, reminding Mozzie of a predator sneaking up on its prey.
Keller was going to kill them, or at least hurt them very badly, and that was Mozzie's fault since he had failed to protect them and because he had rejected the help that had been offered to them.
Mozzie put his arms around Neal and held his brother tightly before closing his eyes, waiting for the end to come.
Keller reached them, Mozzie could feel him standing over them and he could smell that disgusting after shave their uncle always used.
Just as Keller grabbed Mozzie's t-shirt, some wonderful person decided to slam their brakes outside and the sound of screeching tires sounded like someone, for example an FBI agent, in a hurry stopped outside the building.
It was too soon to be the suit but Keller didn't know that and he let go of Mozzie's t-shirt, realizing that he had no way of hurting the boys and then escape before the agent reached the apartment.

"Next time I see you two, I will put a bullet in your brains!"

Keller threatened before he fled the apartment, leaving Mozzie to release a sigh of relief while silently thanking the driver that had slammed their brakes and unknowingly saved them.
Now that their uncle was no longer an issue, he could focus on comforting his baby brother who was still crying.

Mozzie wasn't sure how long they had been sitting there when they heard the sound of someone stepping on a piece of wood.
Neal whimpered in fear while Mozzie slowly turned around, fully expecting to see their uncle standing there.
It wasn't their uncle though, it was agent Peter Burke and Mozzie didn't think he had ever been so happy about seeing an FBI agent.
He turned to Neal and pulled his fingers through his soft hair.

"It's okay, Neal."

He promised and his words gave the younger boy the courage to look up.
Neal saw the agent and immediately turned back to Mozzie and he didn't need any words to make Mozzie understand what he wanted.
As soon as he gave his approval the kid rushed over to the agent and threw himself in the suit's arms. It was hard for Mozzie to see how Neal had gotten so attached to this man, probably seeing him as a hero, because he knew that the suit would make sure that they had a place to stay and then he would disappear from their lives, inevitably breaking Neal's heart once he left.
The suit was going to forget all about them, while Neal would miss him and constantly wonder why the man didn't come back, not understanding that the man he had gotten so attached to didn't care about him.

"Is your uncle still around?"

Peter suddenly asked, interrupting Mozzie's thoughts.

"No he left, but he might be back."
"Okay let's get you back to the bureau, you'll be safe there."

Mozzie couldn't help but to scoff when Peter claimed that the FBI would actually be a safe place, sure it would keep them safe from Keller but Mozzie would never feel safe surrounded by the feds.

As they walked outside, the paranoid thoughts started to appear.
What if Keller hadn't actually left?
What if the man was hiding somewhere in the shadows, watching them as they left the apartment or even pointing a gun at them while they unknowingly walked to the suit's car?
Mozzie grabbed Neal's hand and pulled the four-year-old closer to him, suddenly afraid that Keller could somehow get Neal if he took his eyes off him for even a second.
The paranoia didn't stop when they got into the car or even when they were led into the conference room at the bureau.
Even if Keller would never set his foot in this building again, Mozzie couldn't stop himself from constantly looking down at the bullpen, scared to see the man standing there or seeing one of his friends.

The suit handed them some wet paper, so that Mozzie could clean the blood off of Neal's face, before he sat down at the table.

"Was your uncle hurting you?"

The agent asked, even if it was obvious that he already knew the answer to that question, and Mozzie answered with a nod.

"Will he be a threat to you now?"
"Yeah, he threatened to kill us."

Mozzie answered in a serious tone, making it clear that it wasn't just an empty threat.

"Bullet in brains."

Neal mumbled while pointing at his head and Mozzie felt horrible over the fact that the innocent little four-year-old had heard that and he could see in the suit's facial expression that he thought it was just as horrible as Mozzie did.

"We're going to protect you, alright?"

The suit said but Mozzie had a hard time believing the man's words.

"How?"
"We're going to find you a safe place to stay where your uncle can't get to you."
"Together?"
"I'm going to discuss our options with a social worker and hopefully we can find a place that will take both of you."

Mozzie looked over at Neal and saw that his little brother was thinking the exact same thing as him; hopefully wasn't good enough.
They couldn't leave this up to chance, they just couldn't.

"Suit I have a proposition for you."
"Yeah, and what would that be?"

The agent asked with a smile, apparently amused by his use of "big words".

"I want to make a deal, you will guarantee that I won't be seperated from my brother and in exchange I will tell you everything I know about our uncle's crimes."
"Mozzie-"

The suit started but Mozzie interrupted him by starting to list some of the addresses to the places Keller had robbed.
The suit's eyes widened and Mozzie felt relieved, he had only been hoping that their uncle was part of a high profile case and judging by the look on the agent's face he was.

"You know about those robberies?"
"Enough for conviction."

The suit looked shocked, to say the least, and he seemed to have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that their uncle was the guy that he was chasing and that the kids was sitting on valuable information.

"Okay I'll talk to the social worker. What do you know?"

He said but Mozzie shook his head.

"I was not born yesterday, suit. I won't talk until we are someplace safe."

Mozzie responded, not trusting the suit at all.
He had learned that people took advantage of children usually being naïve and tricked them which is why Mozzie made sure to have the upperhand for as long as possible.
The suit was silent for a minute or two, presumably going over his options.

"Okay deal."

He finally told them and they shook on it before the suit left to find place that would not only be able to take care of two children but could also keep them safe.