Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Neal's Point of View

The day started out like any other day did, he had his coffee on the terrace with June then ducked inside to get dressed to go the FBI offices. He wasn't expecting the surprise he got when he stepped inside the bedroom though, and he wasn't expecting the pain associated with it either. When he opened the door he saw her sitting there, she looked pale, withdrawn, and he'd guess that she'd been sick. Prison did that to people. He had a moment to lick his lip before she pulled the silenced gun from under his sheets and let off a round. He grunted and fell back hitting the door before sliding to sit on the floor. Pain seared into his shoulder and radiated down his chest, he'd guess that his fingers would hurt too but all he felt was a dull numbness and a soft throbbing.

"Ah, Neal I'm so sorry it came to this but remember the old saying. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. Fool me three times, and well it isn't your fault really. You couldn't know that I'd be so vengeful after Venice now could you?" She stepped towards him and leaned down, fingers running across his forehead. "Pity to have to do this to you and that nice lady downstairs, you really were the right guy. Too bad you made an error in judgment."

"Assunta…I thought you'd rot in jail by now." She pulled back and punched him in the stomach causing him to double over and wheeze.

"Oh I couldn't let you win now could I Neal? As it stands, I'm not going to kill you out right. That'd be too simple for you now wouldn't it?" She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his ear before pulling back enough to whisper, "Besides, I love watching you squirm."

He felt her move him, he knew he was in motion but he just couldn't focus. Everything was spinning and becoming out of focus. He tried closing his eyes, tried making everything come back to the surface but it just wouldn't. Slowly his mind spun into blackness and he was unconscious.