"I'm on my way. Hold him until I arrive…it would be best if you calm him down." Dr. Powell instructed the male orderly over the phone, who was watching Neal from the desk. He hung up and quietly told the female nurse to get a medium dose of Xanax. She prepared a large syringe and began walking to a wide-eyed Neal, "This is to help you relax".

Relax? You have got to be kidding, thought Neal.

She injected the sedative into his arm. If he weren't restrained, Neal would have instinctively jerked his arm away from the uncomfortable pressure inside his arm.

"I hope there is something fun in there Nurse Ratchet," he said breathing sharply.

I hope Peter got the message, Neal thought as his vision blurred.

"Electronic monitoring compliance unit," said a cool, female voice on the phone.

"This is Burke, FBI. I need the location of detention tracking anklet ninety-three-oh-five-alpha, Neal Caffrey." Peter was anxiously pacing around in his dining room. Furious, nervous, and feeling everything in between, for Neal.

"One moment please."

"Is Neal in trouble?" Elizabeth asked, looking up from her Blackberry.

Peter sighed, "Yeah. He's in a lot of trouble."

"Agent Burke? We have him located at 626 Williams Street."

He vaguely recalled the address from somewhere, and he had a suspicion that it was the one place he desperately wanted Neal not to go. He retrieved Melissa's card from his wallet and confirmed his suspicion.

Angrily he put down the phone, "Caffrey. I told him not to go to that clinic. I told him!"

Elizabeth looked up at him apprehensively.

"But he's Neal. He doesn't think! They're going to send him back to prison for this. Now what I have to do is call Judge Shevaro and get a warrant." Peter was speaking his thoughts aloud as he prepared to go extract Neal from the hospital.

Elizabeth thought of a better solution, "Why don't you just get someone to, I don't know, show you the place?" She picked up Melissa's card, "if she invites you in…that's okay right?"

Peter entered the clinic searching for any clues as to where Neal was, or at least where Melissa was. The receptionist saw his confusion and asked, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah I'm looking for…ah, there she is. Melissa!"

Melissa froze at her name from the balcony and looked down and saw Peter.

"Doctor Tannenbaum! You're early." She was a bit flustered at his timing, but still pleased that he came to see her.

"I couldn't wait to see you," Peter skipped up some steps to meet her on the stairs.

"Ah, well I'm flattered, but this really isn't a good time, if you don't mind waiting 'til this evening…"

"I couldn't wait."

Melissa's phone rang, and Peter took the chance to sneak past her to the rooms. Peter slowly walked down the hallway trying to figure out which closed office that Neal was hiding in.

Softly, he called out for his partner. "Neal?...Neal?"

A muffled tenor sang a nameless, incoherent tune, which Peter ignored knowing that there were psychology patients in the area. "Two lovers kiss and the world keels hill…hill? Fill~!" Peter thought he recognized the voice…Neal! He cautiously entered the singer's room and was greeted with a disheartening sight.

"Good nature's...." Neal sighed, exhausted, yet continued singing, "High~! On a…" Neal briefly focused in on Peter's form and immediately cheered up. "Hi buddy!"

Peter felt uncomfortable seeing Neal like this. "Neal."

"Hi!" Neal yelled. Peter quietly shut the door and swiftly moved to Neal's side and began to take his pulse, but Neal had other plans and happily belted some more of his song in Peter's ear. "High on a windy hill…" Neal began slipping out of consciousness, while Peter was shushing him so he wouldn't alert the guards.

"Alright, we have to get you out of these restraints."

Though he does look good in them. Peter was momentarily distracted by that frightening line of thought. He was not interested in Neal that way. Lost in the confusion, he was slightly startled when Neal merely raised his arms up and out of the restraints. "What you mean these? What? Never met a lock I couldn't pick," Neal said happily, "except my anklet. I don't know what it is about…" Peter recovered and proceeded to hoist Neal onto his shoulders, and couldn't help but notice how nice Neal smelled, clean, masculine cologne, that was also sensuous and probably more expensive than anything he's ever used. Peter couldn't even process the sensory information as he was more concerned about getting the both of them out.

"You're strong. You're strong" Neal said in surprise. "Wait, I got it, I got it," slurred Neal, before collapsing face first into the floor. Peter immediately picked him back up and half carried, half dragged Neal out into the hallway, moving down the hall away from the stairs down to the reception area.

Peter got them both into a conference room, but dropped Neal because his right arm was getting tired. Neal was out of it, and Peter was beginning to feel exhausted.

"Neal, come on, get up." Peter took a moment to catch his breath. "I can not believe you. Why would you do something like this?!"

"Peter I've done so~ many more worse things that you don't even know about," Neal drawled on.

"Shh...shut up," Peter was listening for any indicators that there were guards nearby, before he realized what Neal said. "Like what things?" curiosity getting the better of him.

"Do you remember the Antioch Manuscripts?"

"You took those! How?" Peter was angry, but amused."

"Carrier pigeons!" Neal said proudly in a sing-song manner. "Think about it."

"Who cares? Peter! It's not what's important. It's not about…money, it's about people."

"Good because you're going to be spending a lot of quality time with people, in orange jumpsuits once I get you out of here." Peter knew he wouldn't actually put Neal back in jail, but he needed something to leverage the situation to his favor.

Neal looked at Peter, hurt, and a little angry that Peter was still holding that over his head. "Right. I'm going down once they see those security tapes of me picking in here." The prospect of jail sobering Neal up somewhat.

"Those surveillance cameras…" Peter was thinking about what to do about them.

Neal weakly, but determinedly tried to pull Peter away from his thoughts. "Before I go back you should know this. Out of all the people in my life, Mozie, even Kate, you know…you're the only one."

Peter looked into Neal's eyes and saw something in there. Respect? Sadness? Love? That last one would be a real shock, but deep down inside, Peter really wanted that to be there.

"The only one what?"

"The only person in my life I trust." Neal was dead serious. It wasn't a lie to get himself out of a situation, he truly believed that Peter felt something for him, because if he didn't, then Neal would have to deal with the fact that his love is unrequited.

Peter felt conflicted. He knew he should help Neal, but it could cost him his job, and possibly both their freedom. And when he saw just how depressed Neal looked after admitting that glimpse into Neal's true thoughts about the detective who had spent a better part of his career obsessing over the capture of the thief, he wanted to just take Neal into his arms and just be with him, screw the world, he would be fine if it were just the two of them. But Peter needed to get them out, and then he would talk to Neal later about what Neal really means. He laid his hand on Neal's head to comfort him in the least offensive way he knew how as he figured out how to deal with the security tapes.

Peter grabbed a chair and handcuffed Neal to it.

"Don't pick this." And he quickly set off to find the security room and steal the tapes.

Neal lost focus for a brief moment, before coming to his senses. He didn't immediately remember how he got handcuffed to a chair, but then he remembered Peter's instructions.

"I could slip you off, that wouldn't be picking, that'd be slipping, but…" Peter wanted me to stay, so I'll stay. He began singing, sleepily, when Peter came back, tape in hand. Neal couldn't be sure if what he was seeing was real or not, "What is that?" he asked.

"Surveillance tape," replied Peter, before unlocking Neal from the chair.

Neal was shocked, "Peter…?"

"Let's go."

"...you stole that for me?" Neal said, touched at how Peter risked himself to keep him out of jail.

Peter picked Neal back up, "Yeah, it's a real Kodak moment." He was pleased with himself, he had kept Neal safe and out of jail.

To be continued…