So. I absolutely could not believe the summer finale-I am currently fuming at the writers for leaving us with that horrible ending for over four months! Well of course I had to do something.. just beware. This was written almost directly (well, relatively) after the show, in about ten minutes, at around 11:30 at night. Plus, its unbeta'd. But I did double-check it. ;) It takes off immediately after the ending of the episode, and is my take on what will happen between then and the next premiere. I'm planning on making it only a oneshot, so this is probably it, unless I get the uncontrollable urge to have some resolve. I'm hoping, though, that this will simply fit nicely between the last episode and the next. One more warning-angst be within. That said, if you haven't been scared off, here we go...

I wasn't alone in there.

It clicked immediately in Peter's mind. Mozzie.

"Where would he be?" Came the barked order, speaker already running down the halls with Neal and Diana hot on his heels.

Neal checked his watch, heart pounding, sweat already pouring down his back. No. No. Nononono. 3:02.

"He'll be having his coffee. He gets it from a stand about three blocks from here. Barker Beans. Local place. Says it's the best. He likes it with sugar and hazelnut." Was that his voice? Why did it suddenly sound so weak… so scared? "You know Moz-he's so particular." Neal realized he was rambling, but couldn't seem to stop. How had they gotten in the car so fast? "Turn left up ahead. Left. Guy, he hates-oh, no."

Neal was out of the car before it stopped, door nearly coming off its hinges. He shoved through the few people who had crowded around, yelling, though he wasn't quite sure what. Something about an ambulance. Why wasn't one here already? And then, suddenly, he was on his knees, sliding in blood, hands coming up of their own accord to roll their very still friend over and press on the tiny hole in his chest. That stupid, tiny hole that meant so much.

"Mozzie! Moz… come on, don't do this. C'mon, man, don't do this to me. Don't-I can't-please, Moz. We've got so much more to do-so much more. The music box, remember? Its your perfect challenge. You can't give up on it now! Dang it, Moz!"

Neal pulled away, desperately running tremulous, slick fingers through his hair, streaking it with sticky red. Then he was being pulled away, strong hands on his arms. He fought against them, gaze trained only on one of the last things left in his pathetic existence, draining out on some pointless cold bench, and he fought…

But then. A voice-deep, commanding, soothing-and his vision was suddenly filled with the one other thing that meant very possibly more than the one on the bench, the one man Neal was quickly realizing he could truly call family.

"Peter… I can't…"

"I know, Neal. I know."

He was lowered to the ground. A firm, anchoring hand fell onto his shoulder and pulled him into an achingly strong embrace.

And for the first time since he could remember, Neal Caffrey sobbed.

~Fin~

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