Now for Chapter 3 it's getting good hopefully more reviews hehe
Chapter 3
Peter stood there as he watched Neal storm up the stairs until he was out of sight, hearing the guest room door slam shut Peter looked at his mentor. "What happened in the bathroom?" he asked hoping he was right about his friend and that Neal was wrong and just being spoiled because of it. "I didn't do anything, look Peter… Neal is the one who you can't trust yes I've been working for Adler but like I said it's under FBI orders, we've been trying to build a case on him… he thinks I'm dirty but I'm not…I've had to stand by and watch Adler smack Neal around so of course he's going to resent me, he's messed up because of the abuse over the last eight years…he'll say anything to make himself look like the victim," Kramer said keeping his poker face up hiding his rage for Neal putting him in a corner and forcing him to lie to his good friend. "He's a con man Peter, Adler trained him how to lie, cheat and steal he's playing you need to realize that before he robs you two blind and goes off on his own," he added trying to discredit Neal as quickly as possible.
"I'm going to go talk to Neal for a few minutes, you two start without us," Peter said as he went upstairs and went into the guest room without knocking and found Neal curled up under the blankets his clothes tossed around the room without a care. "These are going to get wrinkled if you leave them like this," Peter remarked as he picked up the clothes and laid them over the back of the desk chair before sitting on the edge of the double size bed letting Neal scoot farther away from him and turning to face the wall. Sitting in silence the FBI tried to read the young man beside him with great difficulty. "I'm not lying…" Neal said softly as he stared at the wall wishing that Peter would believe him. Moving his hand over Peter let it waver over Neal's bare shoulder for a moment before he pulled it back and put in on his own knee as he tapped his foot a bit. "Look Neal…I barely know you, hell if I hadn't hit you with my car we never would have met, so don't take it personal if I don't take your side…" Peter said trying to rationalize everything that had happened to him in the last week and a half.
Rolling over Neal looked at Peter in the semi dark room and sat up in bed the comforter sliding off his bare chest and pooling at his waist. "Which lie did he tell you this time, I'm con man, thief… or a lunatic?" Neal asked pulling one leg up so he could rest his arm on his knee and his head on his arm. "Neal... he told me his side of the story I came up for yours so that I can come to my own conclusion," Peter said softly. Giving a one sided smirk Neal sat up straighter and leaned back against the headboard. "He attacked me… Kramer knows we're werewolves he pushed a silver band against my chest, it didn't kill me because silver only kills when it hits the heart or is ingested… he told me Vincent was furious with me for running away," Neal said watching Peter for any type of reaction. "Phil had to do that he's undercover Neal he told us that…he probably couldn't tell you at the office and he had to stay undercover," Peter said.
"I highly doubt that Peter, just because you say you've known him for so long doesn't mean a thing… so if you're not going to believe me then just go…" Neal said as he looked away and got out of bed. The sheet fell away leaving Neal nude as he walked across the room and grabbed the sweatpants from the dresser drawer and put them on. "Just so you know I can smell the changes in your pheromones… and before you say it yes humans give off pheromones…also called arousal," Neal said with a smirk as he saw Peter turn red. "Don't worry I won't tell Elizabeth you find me sexually attractive…she does too but she's more of like the mother figure so I respect her too much to have it go anywhere… where as you're more of the secretly hot FBI agent I'd rather jump in your office," Neal remarked as he left the room and headed downstairs and sat himself in Peter's old seat next to Elizabeth and scooted closer to her like a child would.
Smiling Elizabeth got up and served dinner just as Peter came back downstairs and sat beside Kramer in the empty seat. As dinner started Neal picked at his food and kept his head down as he listened to Kramer and Peter talk about the old days. When they finished eating Neal helped Elizabeth clear the table and start to wash the dishes. Keeping an ear on Peter and Kramer Neal waited for them to head into the living room and turn on the game before speaking. "Elizabeth can I ask you a question?" Neal asked as he started to dry the dishes.
"Of course Neal, you can ask me anything," Elizabeth said as she continued to wash the dishes.
Neal looked over at his host and sighed softly. "How do you know when you're in love, I know what it feels like to be attracted to someone, but I don't know what real love feels like," Neal said putting the drying towel down on the counter. Elizabeth smiled and turned the water off as she put the sponge and dish down in the basin of the sink. "I can't remember who said it but it's really spot on when trying to describe the feeling of love. 'You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.'" Elizabeth said as she turned the water back on.
"Thanks," Neal said softly as he resumed drying the dishes and putting them away for Elizabeth. Heading into the living room Neal looked at Kramer for a moment before sitting on the floor by Peter and put his head against Peter's knee and tried to get interested in the game. Feeling the head against his knee Peter subconsciously put his hand onto of Neal's head and began to pet him. Watching out of the corner of his eye Kramer took mental notes on what was going on to tell Adler when they spoke.
During half time Kramer got up from the couch and said his goodnights and left the townhouse. Hailing a cab outside Kramer gave the driver Adler's address and sat back as the cab traveled into the city. Arriving at the apartment building he nodded to the doorman and went to the penthouse on the top floor and knocked. Waiting for the door to open Kramer stood up straighter as the door opened revealing Kate; she let him in and led him to Adler's office.
"Kramer, you have some nerve coming here without a summoning…" Vincent said looking at the FBI agent. "I just came from Peter Burke's house where your pet is making himself at home, even if he did tell you he's coming home it looks like he's going to back out on your deal," Kramer said standing on the other side of Vincent's desk. "Well that's not good at all…Philip I want you to separate them and make sure Neal knows that he's only wanted here and nowhere else. Be sure to use any method you have to get them apart," Vincent said grabbing his wine glass and holding it.
Nodding and bowing his head Philip left the room and headed for the front door. "How is he?" a female voice asked coming from the living room of the apartment. Kramer stopped and smirked. "You mean Neal; he's good but he's trying to seduce a federal agent. If you leave him there too long you'll never get him back. I have no idea how much he told Peter and his wife," Kramer said seeing the look on Kate's face. Getting up from the couch Kate walked into the office and knocked on the doorframe. "Before you even say it I want him back as well," Vincent said putting his glass down on his desk. "Kramer is going to break them up for us, don't fret Neal will be home soon," he added with a smirk as he got up from his chair and walked across the room.
Kate pursed her lips for a moment. "If you keep abusing him he'll just keep running away," Kate said backing away until she hit the doorframe and turned her head away. "I…. that slipped out, what I meant to say was you should show Neal that you're the one in control. He needs to be punished," Kate said taking in a shaky breath as she waited for Vincent to calm down. Snarling lightly Vincent left the room and walked into Neal's room and started to trash it. "That ungrateful whelp he's going to regret this," Vincent said to himself as he took the sketch books and pencils to lock them up in his closet safe as punishment until Neal learned his place. Pacing his room Vincent finally calmed down enough to strip his clothing and stalked to his private bathroom to take a shower.
Getting under the hot water Vincent looked at the wall in front of him and began to think about what he was going to do to Neal when he got him back to punish him for running off with someone else who wasn't him. That whelp responds well to a good beating. I should just put him at death's door then nurse him back to health to show him how kind I can be, Vincent thought with a smirk as he finished his shower. Getting out of the stall he wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into his room and made sure the door was locked as he dressed. Oh Neal… you think the FBI can protect you don't you…but you know if you turn on me you will regret it…Vincent thought as he finished dressing and tossed the towel onto the back of the desk chair in his room as he started to plan the physical punishment he was going to use against the lesser werewolf.
Neal quickly grew bored of watching the game from the floor and crawled up onto the couch next to Peter. The agent initially ignored the other man until his slipped his hand onto his thigh. "Neal…" Peter said in a stiff tone as he looked down at the hand that didn't move. Waiting for a moment for Neal's hand to move Peter felt his annoyance level rising as the hand stayed on his thigh. Taking a chance Neal used his hand on Peter's thigh to launch himself at the agent locking their lips together in a deep kiss. Stunned at first Peter didn't realize what was going on until after his brain rebooted. Moving with speed Peter shoved the younger man off him with enough force to send Neal toppling off the couch his arm hitting the coffee table hard as he landed awkwardly on the floor with at least a sprained wrist from the fall. "What the hell was that Neal…you know I'm a married man and you just decide to throw yourself at me like that!" Peter yelled not caring at the moment if Elizabeth heard it or that Neal was turning red with shame.
"Sorry… I…sorry…" Neal whispered dejectedly his eyes fresh with tears as he got to his feet slowly and ran upstairs to the bathroom and locked himself inside. Sliding to the floor Neal hugged his right arm against his body trying to ignore the pain radiating from it as he rocked a bit to calm himself down. Sniffling loudly Neal got up quietly and unlocked the door and peeked outside the door for any signs of anyone before slipping to the guest room and shutting the door quietly behind him. Crawling into bed Neal covered himself with the blanket and ignored Satchmo scratching at the door to be let in. Straining his enhanced hearing Neal listened to Peter as he came upstairs and went straight to the master bedroom and shut the door with force and began to rant to his wife. Grabbing a pillow Neal put it over his head to block out the sound so he could lay there in shame.
Waiting in the darkness for Peter and Elizabeth to go to sleep Neal stared at the angry red glare of the alarm clock on the night stand. After ten-thirty heard Peter finally stop ranting and get into bed. When the house was quiet Neal slipped out of bed and dressed in the simplest thing he could throw on that wouldn't bring too much attention to him and leaving the guest room he crept downstairs with a catlike grace avoiding the creaking stair at the bottom with ease as he found the note pad Elizabeth had left out for a shopping list. Tearing the top page off Neal grabbed the pen and sat at the table and used the track lighting that was still on in the kitchen as his only source of light as he wrote his goodbye note.
Finishing the note Neal grabbed the paperweight off the counter and left the note under it on the table in plain view before leaving the house in the dead of the night. Walking a distance before finding cabs that were luckily still in service Neal hailed one and gave the address to the build where Vincent's apartment was. Keeping quiet as the driver talked to him the whole way Neal handed him a twenty he had lifted from Elizabeth's purse and got out of the cab telling the driver to keep the change. Heading into the lobby the doorman greeted Neal which Neal responded with a weak smile claiming he was just tired from being away so long traveling. Riding the elevator to the penthouse apartment he swallowed hard as he gave a light knock.
The door flew open in such a rush that Neal was barely able to catch his breath as Kate pulled him into the penthouse and started to fuss over him. "Vincent's been worried about you… in his own way…Neal… are you crying?" Kate asked realizing the young man still had tears in his eyes from when he wrote the note to the Burkes. "I got some smoke in my eyes my cabbie was smoking and it aggravated my allergies…" Neal said in a monotone as he let the young woman manhandle him into the living room of the penthouse where their alpha male was relaxing. Keeping his gaze down Neal stood where Kate left him as she left the room per Vincent's silent ordering gaze. Looking up through his eyelashes Neal saw the other male get up and walk towards him. Not even bothering to form an apology Neal lowered his gaze back to the floor as he steeled himself for the punishment he knew was coming. What he wasn't prepared for was Vincent caressing his cheek.
Looking up in shock Neal stood there frozen as the hand moved away and returned in the form of a closed fist breaking his cheekbone as he hit the floor hard. Crouch down Vincent grabbed Neal by his hair and yanked Neal's head up and shook it a couple times making Neal dizzy. Blinking to get the room to stop spinning Neal looked up into Vincent's eyes and silently begged him not to do anything worse than he was doing to himself already. "Don't look at me like that… you brought this on yourself…if you utter a single sound I'll make sure you suffer," Vincent hissed as he threw Neal to the floor and kicked him in the face. Trying not to whimper in pain Neal felt the blood pour down past his lips and drip on the floor. Not being rational Vincent snarled and grabbed Neal by the back of his neck and forced his face against the blood on the floor. "Lick it up I don't want a stain on the marble…clean it now or I'll break something else," Vincent warned snarling with a smirk as he let Neal go.
Staying on the floor Neal slowly lapped the blood off the floor even though it continued to drip from his nose. When he was finally finished Neal felt sick from licking the blood. I deserve it… I wasn't supposed to leave and it's not like Peter will want me back…I burned that bridge already…Neal thought as he curled up on the floor and waited for his cheek and nose to heal. Wincing as the bones healed slowly Neal looked up carefully at Vincent. "Do you promise never to leave me again like this?" Vincent asked getting a silent nod. "Good now go to your room and don't come out until I call you, and as punishment I took your sketchbooks… you'll get them back once you've earned them," Vincent said dismissing Neal.
Walking to his room Neal quietly went inside and made a beeline for the small en suite bathroom to wash the blood off his face. Neal felt a wave of depression hit him as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Drying his face carefully Neal returned to his room and sat by the window and looked out over the city at lights moving on the roads and apartment lights turning on and off. Pulling his legs to his chest Neal sat there his eyes not focusing on anything.
Peter woke to Elizabeth shaking him in the early morning hours. Reaching up and turning the light on he looked blurrily at his wife who shoved a sheet of paper at him. Blinking a few times Peter began to read the note.
'Dear Elizabeth and Peter,
I'm sorry but by the time you read this I'll be back at Vincent's, he's probably going to be punishing me for leaving again…
Don't worry I'm used to his abuse, it's nothing I can't heal from and if I had stayed he would have killed you…
I'm doing this to protect you because you were the only people who ever cared about me.
Neal
P.S. Peter, if you want to bring Vincent down then hit him where it hurts you've got the means just use them. – Neal
'7865B Watterson St.' 'Lunar Rose'
Grabbing his cell phone Peter called Diana and held the phone away from his ear as she yelled at him for calling so early. "Diana… Di… listen I need you and Jones to come into the office early… we have to get to work and no one else can know about this," Peter said as he got out of bed and started to dress. "Look, this is big we could bring down one of the biggest conmen in the country and a possibly dirty agent in the same case," Peter said as he grabbed his keys and made his way downstairs and climbed into his car and drove to the city. Arriving at the office Peter went inside and waved to the night guard and made his way up to the twenty-first floor where Diana and Jones were waiting for him and explanation as to why they were there so early. "We've got a lot of work to do; also we're going to be working without FBI approval because Vincent Adler has a mole inside the FBI and one wrong move could get us or Neal killed," Peter said as he went into his office with the other agents and closed the door.
"How are we going to do that without raising suspicion if there is a mole in the agency?" Diana asked wary of the whole plan. "I'm going to wherever this place is however I need help in finding out what it is," Peter said handing the note over. The two agents looked at one another before getting to work. Peter paced as he waited for any information. After an hour Jones walked up to Peter. "That address is an abandoned building…or so we're led to believe but according to the power company the building's power is turned back on every once in a while and it turns into an one night only dance club. According to the power company another check came in to turn the power back on tomorrow night from six at night to six in the morning," Jones said handing the note back to Peter. "I'll see you later I'm going to crash somewhere until it's actually time to be here…" he said as he walked off.
Diana walked over to Peter and stood next to him. "You're sweet on him… that's why you want to save him isn't it?" Diana asked reading her boss easily. Peter looked over shocked. "It's not that… he's being abused and he doesn't deserve that life… and I also yelled at him earlier tonight and I can't leave him in that life," Peter said looking at the note once more. "I can't even imagine what he's being put through right now…according to Neal, Adler is to put it mildly crazy and possessive," Peter said as he sat at his desk and read the note a third time before folding it and putting it in his top desk drawer. Turning toward the window Peter looked at the city and sighed at the view.
As the sun rose Peter ignored the noises of the office behind him. "Hey Peter…how did the game end last night? Kramer asked as he walked around the desk and saw Peter was lost in his own world. Touching Peter on the shoulder he watched the other agent jump a bit. "Sorry, you seem distracted everything alright?" Kramer asked looking at his friend. "Huh yeah… I was just thinking about something is all, Philip can I ask you something… when your undercover with Adler doesn't it worry you that someday he might catch on that you're not a dirty agent?" Peter asked testing the water carefully.
Kramer cracked a fake smile as he came up with a lie quickly. "I worry about that every day but he's so busy with his own life he really doesn't pay attention to me; I'm more of a security guard than anything keeping an eye on something or making sure Neal never ran away," Kramer said keeping his 'honest' face on as he lied right to Peter's face. "Speaking of, where is your new little shadow I thought he would have been chasing you around the office all day," Kramer said smirking. Peter went through his mind quickly to come up with a lie as to why Neal wasn't there with him. "He wasn't feeling so well this morning so he decided to stay home and rest," Peter lied keeping an eye on the other agent.
Having a brief staring contest Kramer chuckled "You must be ecstatic to have some time away from him, so you want to have some beers later just the two of us it will be fun there is this great sports bar near here," Philip said. Peter shook his head. "Sorry I have other plans for tonight. It's important and I promised Elizabeth I would do; you know how wives can be sometimes, make a promise and you have to keep it," Peter said with a chuckle. Kramer smiled though it faltered a bit. "Well that is true, I'll let you get back to whatever it is you're doing," Kramer said chuckling as he left the office.
Peter worked quickly to finish everything that day by five making sure that everything was signed in all the right places but just as he was about to leave Peter was called in Hughes' office for a brief meeting that lasted over an hour. When he was finally able to leave Peter realized he would never make it home then back to the secret club so he drove straight to the club calling El on the way to warn her that he would be late getting home. Driving up to the address Peter was surprised to see just how lively it was with people just coming and going. Giving his car to the young valet Peter pocketed the ticket and went inside with a group. The air was filled with a heavy base from the DJ's speakers. Walking parallel to the bar Peter veered over and called one of the bartenders over. "Vincent Adler!" Peter yelled over the music.
The bartender pointed over to a large section of couches on a platform area against the wall with a glass wall partition. Heading over through the crowds Peter got the sense of something not being right, shaking it off he wrote it off as being in a place he didn't like as much. Getting to the section two large men blocked the doorway. Thinking for a moment Peter decided not to show his badge and thought of the word Neal had left in the note. "Lunar Rose" Peter said loudly over the music and watched the men part and let him through. Inside the obvious VIP section Peter found Neal lounging with his head on his arm alone on a large black leather couch that could have been mistaken for a bed in a pair of tight pants and mesh-shirt and an obvious dog collar.
Neal looked up stunned that Peter was actually there. Getting up from the couch Neal stood there his bare feet slapping on the hardwood as he padded over to the agent. "Peter…you came…or are you just here because Elizabeth made you come?" Neal asked standing there. Peter stood there for a moment, and then he remembered his reaction to the kiss the night before. "I'm actually here to get you out of here and bring you home; El doesn't even know I'm here," Peter said as he stood before the younger man. Neal opened his mouth to respond when the guards parted revealing Vincent carrying drinks and not looking too happy.
"You must be Agent Burke…I've heard a lot about you, the stories don't do you justice. What are you doing here? Better yet how did you get in here this is for VIP's only and you're not one of them…" Vincent said sitting down and motioned for Neal to sit back down. Draping his free arm on Neal like he was nothing more than an object Vincent looked over at the agent and watched him. "Neal did you let him in here or maybe give him the password?" Vincent asked in a kind sounding voice which meant he was beyond angry. Before Neal could respond Kate walked in with a smirk on her lips. "I invited him…to repay him for being so kind to Neal after hitting him with his car we never did play nice and thank him," Kate said covering for Neal's mistake.
Looking down Neal felt the bile in his throat for a moment before he forced it back down, he knew that being in Kate's debt meant that payment would be humiliating and worse if he quickly didn't own up to the truth. "She's lying, I gave him the address and password in a note when I left his house last night," Neal said sitting up as far as Vincent would let him. "Besides it doesn't matter who told him about this place you're not going to let him leave alive even if he's a Federal Agent. This club is a death trap," Neal said slipping free of Vincent and standing up and slowly walking to Peter's side. "Now that's not true Neal…I'll let him leave alive… this time… if he goes right now and never shows his face here again…ever or interferes with our lives," Vincent said sipping his drink. Neal looked from Vincent to Peter and gave a weak smile. "Let me walk him out of here safely and I'll come right back I swear…" Neal said taking Peter's hand. Vincent looked Neal over for a moment before nodding "You have five minutes, if your one minute late so help me you will regret it," Vincent remarked as Neal disappeared with Peter past the guards and into the noise of the club.
Neal held onto Peter's hand as they walked through the club, feeling bold and bored Neal dragged Peter onto the dance floor and moved in closer so their chests were touch because of how everyone was moving. Seeing that Peter wasn't comfortable Neal grabbed the other man's hands and moved them so they were on the edge of the large group close to the back hall and planted Peter's hands on his hips before moving his hands up Peter's arms to grab his shoulders. After he was sure Neal began to move seeing that Peter was keeping up pretty well for a government suit. Smirking Neal made sure that their moves should be labeled illegal. Turning around Neal smirked as he felt Peter's arms move around him. Leaning his head back Neal found Peter's shoulder and let the music take them. When the song ended Neal maneuvered them through the remaining crowd and down the back hall until they were just a few feet from the back door.
Far enough from the music they could speak and hear each other normally. "I didn't think a suite like you could dance like that it was…hot," Neal said trying to control himself. Peter smirked as he stood there. "I had a decent teacher, all though I'm pretty sure my teacher was just trying to get lucky," Peter remarked as he leaned against the brick wall behind him. "Did it work… is your teacher getting lucky?" Neal asked taking a step closer.
Peter stood his ground as Neal got closer until their chests were touching. "How lucky" Neal purred playing with Peter's tie a bit and slid his hand up Peter's chest and quickly worked on the knot and pulled the tie off with ease and tossed it aside before grabbing Peter by the back of the neck into a deep kiss and moaned loudly as he kissed the agent. Peter was not one to be dominated especially by someone like Neal. Turning the tables Peter shoved Neal against the wall as they began to make out. Moaning at the mild dominance Peter was showing Neal barely realized he was wrapping his legs around Peter's waist until they broke for air. Feeling drunk on the lack of oxygen Neal blinked a couple times to try and keep himself from getting too dizzy. Letting himself down Neal stared into Peter's eyes and felt the lust growing again. "I want to kiss you again… " Neal said his mind being unfiltered.
Breathing heavy Peter shoved Neal against the wall again and kissed him again with more force. Moving his hands up against the mesh shirt and pushing it up Neal's chest Peter knew he was breaking his wedding vows and ever promise he ever made to his wife but for some reason he also knew it felt right to be with Neal.
"So this is what happens when I let you off your leash?" Vincent said standing in the middle of the hall. Neal looked over and pushed Peter's hand off his chest slowly. "Vincent…I…I …I made a mistake; it was all my fault just let Peter leave…please don't hurt him," Neal begged as he walked over toward the other man. Standing before Vincent Neal reached over and touched his chest and wrapped his arm around Vincent's neck as he nuzzled his neck showing submission. "You see Neal I know that if I don't actually punish you… you'll never learn anything, So it looks like I have to take your toys away," Vincent said calmly as he reached into his belt and grabbed his Beretta from his belt and pointed at Peter and pulled the trigger.
Pulling away from Vincent Neal launched himself at Peter and was at his side in the blink of an eye. Putting his hands over the bullet wound in Peter's chest Neal sobbed as he pressed down as hard as he could to stop the bleeding. "Peter, come on please don't die…" Neal said softly as he heard Vincent walk up behind him. Feeling a white rage fill him Neal turned around swiping his arm at Vincent as it transformed into his werewolf arm the claws leaving deep gouges in the brick wall as Vincent dodged while Neal continued to transform. Snarling loudly Neal's lips curled over his teeth as he stalked towards Vincent. "Before you rip my head off Neal… think about this if we fight he'll die… so you have to choose Neal… revenge or-" Vincent was cut off by Neal tackling him to the ground his teeth sinking into Vincent's neck as he shook his head back and forth. Swinging with great force Neal slammed Vincent's head against the wall and floor.
Hearing the click of a gun Neal released Vincent and looked up at the noise and saw Kramer standing there with his gun drawn. Curling his lip Neal kept his ears back against his head as he moved toward Kramer. "You come one step closer and I'll put a bullet in you," Kramer warned as Neal continued closer. It was hearing a soft groan behind him that snapped Neal out of his trance and he trotted back to Peter's side to nuzzle him and whimper as he pawed Peter to keep him awake. Seeing that Peter was beginning to bleed out Neal looked over at Kramer and saw he was gone as was Adler. Snuffing loudly Neal decided to take matters into his own hands and sank his teeth deeply into Peter's arm and began to drag him toward the back door.
As he started to calm down Neal changed back into his human form. Silently sighing he reached into Peter's pocket and pulled the other man's cell phone to dialed 911 and keeping as calm as possible as he gave the woman on the other end of call information on where to come. Shivering at the fact he was sitting naked Neal curled up on himself to cover himself and conserve heat. As he stayed on the phone Neal wished that he could go into Vincent's office for something to wear. As soon as he heard the ambulance Neal dashed into the Vincent's office where he quickly found some of his spare clothes and dressed before returning to Peter's side just as the paramedics arrived. Standing aside as they strapped Peter to a gurney Neal followed close behind begging he be taken along with Peter. "How are you related to the victim?' one of the paramedics asked as they loaded Peter into the back of the ambulance. Neal thought quickly trying to think of something that would get him into the back. "I'm… I'm his boyfriend… I'm all he's got," Neal lied as he was let in and took his seat on the side and watched the paramedic work on Peter. Sitting in a silent sock Neal watched Peter's face to keep from crying again as he clutched Peter's cellphone still.
When they arrived at the hospital Neal held onto Peter's hand as they were led to the ER for emergency surgery to stabilize him, after a brief struggle Neal was manhandled by a couple large male nurses who walked him to the waiting room and forcefully sat him down in a plastic chair. Looking at his hand Neal saw the phone covered in blood. Wiping the blood off the smart phone screen Neal searched through Peter's contacts and found Elizabeth's and his home number. Hitting the speed dial button Neal felt his leg jiggle with nerves. "Peter? Where are you?" Elizabeth asked over the phone. "Elizabeth… its Neal…I…it's all… my fault… Peter's been shot and he's probably going to die and… and I'm sorry…we're at the hospital…and I'm sorry…" Neal said as he tried hard not to cry again.
"Neal…Neal, I promise it is okay sweetie just take a deep breath just tell me which hospital and I'll be right there…"Elizabeth said waiting for Neal to tell her the location of the hospital. "Okay… Neal I'm on my way just stay where you are okay," she said making her way to her car and driving to the hospital. Breaking at least six traffic laws Elizabeth ran into the waiting room and found Neal a nervous wreck. Going over to him she put her arms around Neal and comforted him. "How did it happen… was he undercover or something?" Elizabeth asked as she comforted Neal.
Holding onto Peter's cell phone tightly Neal rocked on the chair as he gathered the courage to speak. "I was at this club with Vincent and Kate… it's a werewolf only club…Peter showed up, and after Vincent ordered him to leave I was walking Peter out when I decided to dance with Peter and one thing led to another…we kissed which led to another that's when Vincent found us… an… and he shot Peter to punish me…" Neal said breaking into tears again. Elizabeth put a comforting arm around Neal and rubbed his back.
Five minutes later a doctor walked over and looked at Elizabeth and Neal. "Are you here for Mr. Burke?" the doctor asked standing before the two. Elizabeth stood up slowly "I'm his wife… is he…dead?" Elizabeth asked trying to keep a calm face. "Actually…Mrs. Burke I don't know how to say it but he's going to be just fine… in fact he's healing or almost done… when I got to him the bleeding had stopped and all we had to do was remove the bullet… which from the hole in his chest had gone straight through his heart. In fact I should be here telling you that he's dead…" the doctor said truly perplexed. Neal looked up hopeful and smiled not bothering to hide it.
"Can we go see him?" Neal asked standing up slowly. Nodding the doctor walked Neal and Elizabeth to Peter's room and opened the door quietly. "Stay as long as you want he should be waking up soon. A nurse will be in soon to change his blood bag," the doctor said before leaving. Elizabeth sat down in the chair by the bed and head Peter's hand. Neal shifted his weight as he closed the door. "I know why he's still alive…I turned him…by accident of course," Neal said looking at the floor. "Are you saying my husband is now a werewolf?" Elizabeth asked in a hushed tone. "Uh… pretty much, if it wasn't for the bite Peter probably would have died…"Neal said keeping his distance.
Elizabeth sat there for a moment and sighed. "I don't know how to feel but right now, thank you Neal you probably saved Peter's life, as for your actions before I say anything else I want you to know that I'm not very happy that you would go after Peter the way you did," Elizabeth remarked looking at the werewolf. "I'm sorry… it's just… I love him Elizabeth, it was kind of love at first sight when he showed me such compassion the night he hit me with his car," Neal said keeping his distance.
Going quiet Elizabeth felt Peter stir a bit. "Oh Peter…I was so worried about you and so was your new boyfriend…Neal told me all about it," she said calling her husband out on his transgressions. "El…it's not like that…yes we kissed but that's all… but I have to change the subject, how did I survive a gun shot in such a close range?" Peter asked looking from his wife to Neal. "I… kinda bit you when I was trying to drag you out of the club, so…it seems that you're a werewolf now," Neal said looking out the window.
