"Do… you be…lieve in ang…ls?"
"Neal? Are you awake?" Peter said, rising out of his chair. He leaned over his partner's bed and looked into glassy blue eyes. "I…saw her…P…tr."
"Saw who? Who'd you see?" Peter said, worry in every line of his body. Neal wasn't making any sense. An angel?
"She saved…me…p..tr." Peter looked at his partner and settled into his interrogation mode.
"All right Neal. Who saved you?" Neal blinked his eyes owl-like.
"My Guardian Angel."
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Two days earlier
"NEAL!" The con artist jumped out of his chair, his eyes wild. "Who, what, where?" He said.
"Neal as boring as this case may be, I need you paying attention." Peter said glaring at his partner. Neal grinned back at his handler sheepishly. "I was just resting my eyes Peter." He said innocently. "Resting my ass." Peter replied. "What were you up to last night? You haven't been focusing all day, even with three cups of June's Italian Roast."
Neal looked down, hiding his eyes. "Nothing…" "Neal, I have known you for years. It is not 'nothing' if it stops you from concentrating."
"Peter! Give it a rest!" Neal's head shot up and his eyes were filled with anger….and grief.
"Were you dreaming about Kate, Neal?" Neal's eyes quickly drained of anger, as his face drained of color. "I need some air." He choked out, before rushing from the room. Diana, who was just entering the room, stepped out of his way as he barreled past. She then looked at Peter."What did you say this time Boss?" She asked.
"Nothing!" she glared at him and he amended."Okay, Neal hasn't been paying attention all day, so I asked him if he was dreaming about Kate and he ran out of here." Diana winced. "Peter, even though it's been a year since Kate died, it's still a touchy subject with Neal. He loved her."
"Yeah, and she used him like a Clorox wipe." Peter said disgust in his eyes. "Well, just because you and I saw it, doesn't mean that Neal did. He sees the best in people, and nothing more."
Peter looked up. " 'The best in people'? Come on Diana, he's a criminal! He doesn't look for the best in you, he looks to see where your wallet is!"
Diana smacked the folder she had been holding onto the table. "He's changed Peter! And even before he came to work with us, he broke out of prison trying to chase that girl. You tell me that he's not a lover!" And with a huff of anger she walked out of the room and stomped down the stairs to her desk in the bullpen.
"Great…Now two people are mad at meeee…" Peter whined to himself.
"Boss?" Jones' voice drifted through the silent conference room. "Yeah?' "Caffrey's anklet just went off-line." "WHAT!" Peter's head snapped up. "Dammit, I was talking to him five minutes ago! Where was the last location?"
"That's the weird thing boss, it was the top of the building." "Get Diana and come with me." Peter said, checking to make sure the his gun was in his holster. He walked brusquely through the bull pen to the stairs. He ran up them until he reached the door leading to the roof. He unholstered his gun and looked back to see Diana and Jones copying his movement.
Peter kicked the door out and ran onto the roof gun pointing ahead. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Neal being held by his neck, leaning precariously over the edge of the roof. By Neal's old partner, Matthew Devin.
"Devin, let go of Neal, we can negotiate." Peter said calmly, while in his head he was screaming.
"Fine, just remember that you told me to!" And Devin let go, sending Neal into the air. And then he jumped too. "NO!"
Peter's screamed mingled with the whistling of air in Neal's ears until it abruptly stopped with a loud crunch as his body hit the pavement five stories below. A gasp escaped his lip, and everything went dark.
HAHA! Cliffhanger! I know that you guys all hate me for that. *Dodges rotten tomato*But I will post again as soon as I can. Please critique, praise, and look for my next post! Tchussi!