AN: So I had a bout of writer's block on my other story, and decided to try some Neal whumpage. Enjoy and review please! More is more than likely to come. : )

Drip, drip, drip, drip

Neal groaned softly as he slowly started waking up.

Drip, drip, drip

: God, that's annoying.: He thought groggily :Did I forget to turn the sink off all the way?:

Drip, drip, drip, drip

He tried to roll over and found that he couldn't move. Hazy blue eyes snapped open and looked around frantically. From what he could see by the small light hanging overhead, he was in a small room with no door in sight. A utility light snapped on, shining in his face and making his eyes water. Struggling, he found that his wrist, elbows and ankles were zip tied to the arms and legs of a metal chair. He tried to call out, but something had been shoved in his mouth and duct tape pulled over his lips.

"Well looky, looky. Sleeping beauty finally woke up."

Neal froze when the voice spoke, trying to pin point where it had come from. A figure walked out from behind him and stopped in front of the light, facing him. A look of shock passed over Neal's face, and he began to struggle again. His struggles were stopped as a fist connected with his jaw, stunning him.

"Chill out, pretty boy. The fun hasn't even started yet." The figure drawled, patting Neal on the cheek before walking away, "Sit tight, I'll be right back."

The sound of metal scraping came from behind him, followed by silence. Then both the utility light and the overhead light went out, leaving Neal in pitch black darkness. He let his chin drop to his chest and heaved a sigh, closing his eyes.

:Oh boy. This is not good, not good at all.: He thought solemnly.

Drip, drip, drip