This bunnie goes well with any fic but I think it would be best with CSI Miami or maybe Magnificent Seven.

Time adjustment needed for this fic.

What if Tony Harris had really sold his son to some Armenians? What if while returning their new 'son' home they stopped in Miami (or wherever) and for whatever reason (FBI raid, car accident, murder) the police find young Xander bound and gagged.

Now Xander being the smart kid he is refuses to tell anyone his full name and since the Harris never reported Xander missing, the police are left with a mystery.

What will happen to Xander? Will the police ever learn the truth about who he is and what happened to him?

Note: Xander never told anyone how old he was when Tony tried to sell him, so it would be up to the author to decide.

"Ladies, gentlemen and gentle being, welcome to the first annual hero strip poker competition," a human appear woman said as an introduction. "I am Erin your host for this little event."

"Now I know you're wondering what exactly is hero strip poker," Erin said as she hit a switch. A wall ascended reviewing a room in which a number of good looking men seem to trying to find a way out. "As you can see I have collected a number of the best heroes from across the global for our competition. We have the loyal and fierce Xander Harris, the fiery Hornito Caine of Miami, the brave Colonel Jack O'Neill and so many more."

"Can they see us?" one of the competitors asked.

"No. The viewing wall is made up of a one way viewing matter," Erin explained. "So we can look in and they think it's a regular wall."

"So how exactly is this hero strip poker?" another competitor asks. "I mean we are the ones playing poker, so how are they going to strip?"

"I'm glad you asked that," Erin said with a smile as she signed her men to remove a box reviewing very life like dolls of the heroes. "Now what we have here are some life like dolls that are connected to our heroes."

"Are the dolls anatomically correct," one of the competitors giggled.

"Very," Erin purred. "The dolls are so exact that you can tell if your hero is cut or not or if they have any pierces anyways"

Those gathered for the game broke out into giggles.

Erin continued on. "And before you ask, yes the dolls to send back to the hero limited feeling. You can't hurt them but you can touch them"

Erin demonstrated this by stoking the hair on a silver head doll, the room the men were being held, Special Agent Gibbs touched his hair, his eyes wide as he looked around for whoever touched him.

"Now when you checked in and exchanged your quarter of a million dollars for chips you received a number," Erin explained. "Very shortly we will be pulling number out of a hat and that person will be able to choice their hero. Now don't worry if you don't get the hero you want because you'll have the chance to win him later."

"We are following standard strip poker rules in which clothing, their clothing will count as bets. See the rules that were handed to you for how much each item of clothing counts for," Erin said.

"So let me get this straight, we're playing poker with chips and dolls," a competitor said.

"Not exactly. Let's say you bid the pants from your hero and you lose," Erin said. "Not only do you lose the money you had in the pot but your doll and the hero the doll represent," Erin turned towards the men that was being held captured, "loses their pants."

"So they'll end up naked," a competitor said with a smirk

"Only if you're a bad player," Erin replied. "The first day will weed the competitors down to the top five players. The next day will be a winner takes all. All the cash and all the heroes."