Handcuffs in the Dark - Peter, Neal and Mozzie fic
Character: Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey, and Mozzie
Genre: Slash
Author: agentpeterburke aka sylar
Fandom: White Collar
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompt:
#93 A miraculous escape. - 100_fairytales 99/100
The cuffs were biting into my wrist. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself from yanking and pulling on them which only made it worse. They hadn’t been this tight before I’d lost my temper and started the futile escape attempt.
“I don’t suppose you have a paperclip or a bobby pin on you, Suit?” Mozzie asked from the darkness. Only a scrap of moonlight or streetlight, I couldn’t tell which, made it through a small gap in what I assumed was a basement window. When he turned my way, I could see the reflection of the weak light flicker on his glasses and his bald head. I wouldn’t mention the latter to him - ever.
“Nope,” I said as I tried to get comfortable. “I left the rest of my MacGyver kit in my other suit, including the duct tape and palm sized flame thrower.”
“Just my luck to be stuck down here with an amateur instead of the thief with the GPS tracker,” he huffed.
“Oh now you’re happy that Neal’s tagged?”
“It has its purposes, Suit, and right now, I’d almost be OK with wearing one.” I heard him grunt and a wince of pain then something hit him and then the floor with a crash from his side of the room. “But don’t quote me on that.”
I counted the seconds, waiting to see if the thugs came down to see what we’d done, but after three minutes it was pretty obvious they weren’t all that concerned about us. And that made me wonder why we were still alive at all.
“We’re bait. Gustoff wants Neal, and what better way to get him than to use the two of us.” I stopped talking when a shadow cut off the moonlight and held my breath as the window was slowly opened. Mozzie was holding completely still as well. It had to be Neal. If it’d been my people, they’d have come busting through the front door with automatic weapons and Kevlar.
A darker shadow slipped through the small window, and I strained my eyes to see Neal land on his feet without knocking a single thing over on his way down from the window. He didn’t turn on a flashlight, trusting his own eyes to make his way over to me. He put his fingers over my lips before I could say a word, and I nodded to let him know that I knew to keep quiet. He shifted around, getting next to me, and I felt him work a key into the cuffs. The sudden release of tension made me realize just how much my shoulders hurt, and my wrists started to burn.
“Moz,” I whispered to him, as I leaned on Neal to get to my feet. “I don’t suppose you brought me a gun?”
“I’ll get him. Nope, no gun. Sorry.” Neal’s breath was warm on my cheek as he tucked my handcuffs into my pocket. “Don’t want you to lose those. Might need them later.” It was a good thing it was dark, so Mozzie didn’t see me blush at that comment.
“I’ll check the door and look for a weapon. I don’t think we can get out the way you came in.” Not as beat up as I felt, and I knew Mozzie had taken a few punches before he’d gone down too. I heard Neal working on freeing his partner in crime while I managed to find a good size wrench that was covered with dust, rust and cobwebs on a forgotten shelf near the water heater. It felt good in my hands, not as good as a baseball bat, but it’d do until I could get a gun.
“Neal?” I asked when the three of us were ready to make our miraculous escape. “Are we outside of your radius?”
“No, we’re not.” He let out a sigh. “Trust me. I wish we were, but Gustoff knows my limit and he kept you in it. I did call Jones before I came in here. They’re coming.”
“Then we wait,” they heard the tone of my voice and didn’t protest. “When Jones hits the front door or back if there is one, we’ll use the chaos to get out of here. I don’t like the odds of me and my wrench against Gustoff’s boys.”
“I agree with the suit.”
“Yeah, I do too.” Neal gave my shoulder a squeeze and then hunkered down next to me on the next step.
“As long as Jones doesn’t chase them all down here, I mean there isn’t another way out of here besides the window, right?” I asked him.
“No, trust me. If there was another way out, we’d be having espresso while Jones did his raid.”
There was a crash above us, the sound of shouts and of gunfire. “Then again,” Mozzie offered. “We could pretend to have espresso and wait for the suits to come to us?”
“That idea works for me,” Neal chimed in.
“It works for me too,” I told them and chuckled. “But I’m loose, and that means I have to be the tough guy fighting my way out of here, or I’ll look pathetic.”
“Good point, Suit. Go out there and kick some ass.” Mozzie took a seat on the bottom step and looked up at us. I could imagine him giving Neal a dirty look. “You’ll of course go with him to help him.”
“I kind of have to, Moz. Don’t worry. We’ll come back for you,” Neal said as he reached for the basement doorknob. “It’s not locked.”
“That never bodes well,” I answered as Neal cracked the door open barely more than half an inch. The light hurt my eyes and I had to blink to clear my vision.
“I’ve got your back, Peter.”
“I know, Neal.” And he knew that I had his. “On three.”
“Naw, now.” Neal shoved the door open the rest of the way, and I brought my wrench up for a swing, catching only guard still watching the door in the side of the head. He went down hard and fast, and Neal handed me his gun. “That was nice. You’ll look tough as hell now.”
“Thank god. It’s all about my reputation.” I gave him a smile and went out to find the rest of my team and my freedom.
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Genre: Slash
Author: agentpeterburke aka sylar
Fandom: White Collar
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompt:
#93 A miraculous escape. - 100_fairytales 99/100
The cuffs were biting into my wrist. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself from yanking and pulling on them which only made it worse. They hadn’t been this tight before I’d lost my temper and started the futile escape attempt.
“I don’t suppose you have a paperclip or a bobby pin on you, Suit?” Mozzie asked from the darkness. Only a scrap of moonlight or streetlight, I couldn’t tell which, made it through a small gap in what I assumed was a basement window. When he turned my way, I could see the reflection of the weak light flicker on his glasses and his bald head. I wouldn’t mention the latter to him - ever.
“Nope,” I said as I tried to get comfortable. “I left the rest of my MacGyver kit in my other suit, including the duct tape and palm sized flame thrower.”
“Just my luck to be stuck down here with an amateur instead of the thief with the GPS tracker,” he huffed.
“Oh now you’re happy that Neal’s tagged?”
“It has its purposes, Suit, and right now, I’d almost be OK with wearing one.” I heard him grunt and a wince of pain then something hit him and then the floor with a crash from his side of the room. “But don’t quote me on that.”
I counted the seconds, waiting to see if the thugs came down to see what we’d done, but after three minutes it was pretty obvious they weren’t all that concerned about us. And that made me wonder why we were still alive at all.
“We’re bait. Gustoff wants Neal, and what better way to get him than to use the two of us.” I stopped talking when a shadow cut off the moonlight and held my breath as the window was slowly opened. Mozzie was holding completely still as well. It had to be Neal. If it’d been my people, they’d have come busting through the front door with automatic weapons and Kevlar.
A darker shadow slipped through the small window, and I strained my eyes to see Neal land on his feet without knocking a single thing over on his way down from the window. He didn’t turn on a flashlight, trusting his own eyes to make his way over to me. He put his fingers over my lips before I could say a word, and I nodded to let him know that I knew to keep quiet. He shifted around, getting next to me, and I felt him work a key into the cuffs. The sudden release of tension made me realize just how much my shoulders hurt, and my wrists started to burn.
“Moz,” I whispered to him, as I leaned on Neal to get to my feet. “I don’t suppose you brought me a gun?”
“I’ll get him. Nope, no gun. Sorry.” Neal’s breath was warm on my cheek as he tucked my handcuffs into my pocket. “Don’t want you to lose those. Might need them later.” It was a good thing it was dark, so Mozzie didn’t see me blush at that comment.
“I’ll check the door and look for a weapon. I don’t think we can get out the way you came in.” Not as beat up as I felt, and I knew Mozzie had taken a few punches before he’d gone down too. I heard Neal working on freeing his partner in crime while I managed to find a good size wrench that was covered with dust, rust and cobwebs on a forgotten shelf near the water heater. It felt good in my hands, not as good as a baseball bat, but it’d do until I could get a gun.
“Neal?” I asked when the three of us were ready to make our miraculous escape. “Are we outside of your radius?”
“No, we’re not.” He let out a sigh. “Trust me. I wish we were, but Gustoff knows my limit and he kept you in it. I did call Jones before I came in here. They’re coming.”
“Then we wait,” they heard the tone of my voice and didn’t protest. “When Jones hits the front door or back if there is one, we’ll use the chaos to get out of here. I don’t like the odds of me and my wrench against Gustoff’s boys.”
“I agree with the suit.”
“Yeah, I do too.” Neal gave my shoulder a squeeze and then hunkered down next to me on the next step.
“As long as Jones doesn’t chase them all down here, I mean there isn’t another way out of here besides the window, right?” I asked him.
“No, trust me. If there was another way out, we’d be having espresso while Jones did his raid.”
There was a crash above us, the sound of shouts and of gunfire. “Then again,” Mozzie offered. “We could pretend to have espresso and wait for the suits to come to us?”
“That idea works for me,” Neal chimed in.
“It works for me too,” I told them and chuckled. “But I’m loose, and that means I have to be the tough guy fighting my way out of here, or I’ll look pathetic.”
“Good point, Suit. Go out there and kick some ass.” Mozzie took a seat on the bottom step and looked up at us. I could imagine him giving Neal a dirty look. “You’ll of course go with him to help him.”
“I kind of have to, Moz. Don’t worry. We’ll come back for you,” Neal said as he reached for the basement doorknob. “It’s not locked.”
“That never bodes well,” I answered as Neal cracked the door open barely more than half an inch. The light hurt my eyes and I had to blink to clear my vision.
“I’ve got your back, Peter.”
“I know, Neal.” And he knew that I had his. “On three.”
“Naw, now.” Neal shoved the door open the rest of the way, and I brought my wrench up for a swing, catching only guard still watching the door in the side of the head. He went down hard and fast, and Neal handed me his gun. “That was nice. You’ll look tough as hell now.”
“Thank god. It’s all about my reputation.” I gave him a smile and went out to find the rest of my team and my freedom.
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