Quick little Dribbles, that could turn in to full stories, It's been way to long since I've written, this will be an attempt to get back into it.. Each short chapter will be a different stores line. This is all for fun, I do not own the characters of WC..

Story 1

Crime scene techs were flying around the black sedan almost like honey bees to their hive. Jones was standing 2-3 feet from the driver door taking notes, talking to the lab techs as they processed the car. Diana crept up behind him,

"What'a got Jones?"

"At least one shot fired, there's blood splatter on driver door, bloody palm print on the dash, Neighbors Patty and Sam Walker called 911 after hearing the shots. Reported seeing a white SUV, New York plates flees the scene. "

"And Neal?"

"I called him, he's on his way"

"Alright I'll call NYPD has them pull all the tape from area traffic camera's."

2

Neal opened each eye slowly, he couldn't figure out why his head hurt so badly, 10 different thoughts were racing through his mind at once, did he have too much wine with Mozzie, did he fall and hit his head? It took him several moments to come to the conclusion that he was hanging upside down. Still trying to find his bearings, Neal suddenly remembered he wasn't alone, He turned his head to the left, but the driver side was empty.

Neal called out weakly

"Peter?"

His hands were clumsy as he tried to find his the seat belt release.

He hit the roof of the car with a thump, pain ripped through his entire body. It wasn't until he was trying to center his self and figure out how badly he was hurt when he finally realized that the roof of the car was covered in about inch of water. The cold quickly took over, but no matter how cold he was, he still wasn't able to move, the pain wouldn't allow it.

"Peter?" Coughing trying to find his vice.

His heart lep out of his chest when a small soft hand reached out for him.

"El? Are you ok?

"Elizabeth….hey….hey wake up"

Neal clinched his chest as he turned over on to his stomach to crawl out the open driver's door. He wasn't keeping track of the time, but he was sure it took him at least five minutes to crawl out and even longer to stand his self-up and to and open the back door.

With each attempt to pull the car door open, his chest would send a jolt of pain that would almost bring him to his knees. After the 5 attempt, he door finally gave way and opened.

Falling to his knees and crawling onto the web roof.

"Elizabeth"

"Neal, help me I…I can move"

"Peter?"

"I don't …..he's not here"

In a panic she began to call out. "Peter!"

"Elizabeth, Come on, Hey…well find him, but first I'm going to undo your seat belt, are you ready?"

"yeah… I…..I think so"

Neal wasn't sure who cried out in pain louder, as most of her body weight fell on top of him. His head was starting to spin again when Elizabeth crawled over him trying to get out of the car.

"I've got to find Peter"

Neal gathered his strength and crawled out of the car behind Elizabeth. And just as they stood up together, leaning against each other, walking up the bank. When they heard a gunshot in the distant.
Elizabeth quickly turned to scream for Peter when Neal quickly put his hand over her mouth to mute her scream.