I do NOT own White Collar. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction! xD

Yes, this is a one-shot. Frankly, this scene keeps popping into my mind and this is how I see it every time, and I thought, "Hey, why not write it down?" And YAY! My first fanfiction! Enjoy... :)

Oblivion

It should never have happened. The gun should never have gone off. It wasn't a part of the plan, the plan that was supposed to bring down one of the largest money laundering and forgery rings in New York, without anyone getting hurt.

The pain radiated throughout his entire body, and he looked down at his once-white shirt, now wet and sticky with blood. The liquid of life. The crimson fluid that kept a being alive, outside of his veins.

Why hadn't he worn a vest? The criminal they were going to bring in wasn't supposed to be dangerous. He assumed that they wouldn't use guns. How wrong he—and the whole White Collar Division—had been.

His vision blurred, and he could feel himself falling. As he lay on the ground, blood flowing out of the wound like a river onto the floor, time seemed to fast-forward. He could hear people yelling, sirens blaring, the sound of his name, over and over again. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the chaos around him.

To him, it worked. He felt more relaxed as he began drifting, ever so slightly, into unconsciousness.

The sound of his partner's voice snapped him out of it. He could feel himself being lifted up onto something, and his head rested on something warm. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too heavy. In his mind, he panicked, trying as hard as he could to get a glimpse of his partner's face.

By now, though, he couldn't hear. Now, he wasn't even sure that his partner–his best friend–was there at all: even more motivation to open his eyes.

Little by little, his eyes flickered open. The world swam around him, but he managed to focus on his partner's brilliant, shining eyes. The man who he had worked cases for the bureau with, the man who he hadn't trusted at first, but somewhere along the way had become a very dear friend–a brother, in fact.

For the first time, he saw the man's eyes water. The man never cried, at least not in front of him. But now, he shouted in desperation, though his pleas were useless.

Small lights began dancing across his vision.

Silently, he rasped,"I...I'm...so...ry..."

Then his consciousness faded into oblivion.

Fin

So, what did you think? I'm really sorry about this. Especially because I never said names. Who do you think was shot? I know, probably bad idea to leave it like that. (Possibly confusing, too) I am truly sorry! Hmm...Is it just me or does this lack emotion? :o

Anyways, please read and review!

Rachel