I am so, so sorry my computer died Friday and this is the first chance I've had to post. I normally don't ask for reviews but I'm begging today for two reasons 1) I'm cutting school to get this posted and my parents will murder me if they find out. So pleeeese make this worth the risk. 2) My birthday is a week from today and reviews make a really nice gift.
I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to post again hopefully I'll be able to find someone's computer to use soon. Because I can't risk cutting again.
As usual White Collar and anything associated with it do not belong to me .
Mozzie blanched at the sight of his supposedly dead friend sitting on the Burke's couch.
"Neal?" Mozzie choked out.
Lifeless blue eyes looked up from the tv screen searching out who had called his name and finally landing on Mozzie standing in the door way.
"You shouldn't have let him in Peter now he's going to die too."
"What do you mean 'Now he's going to die too?' You…" Mozzie turned to glare at Peter. "Suit this is one of you black ops underground operations isn't it? Of course it is good idea blowing up the plane. So who was on it anyways? Political prisoners? People who dared to think outside of the box? So where's Kate?" I'm sure she's around here somewhere because I know after all of this Neal's not going to let her out of his sight."
"She's dead Moz I killed her," Neal said, his voice flat and emotionless.
"Ok that's enough," Peter said, grabbing the remote out of Neal's hand and erasing the news footage of the explosion.
"Neal you have to stop this YOU DID NOT KILL KATE!" Burke said, giving the younger man a firm shake.
"You mean Kate's.." Mozzie stopped unable to complete his question.
"Yeah she is," Peter answered.
"Oh God Neal." Moz said, looking sadly at his friend.
Neal grabbed Mozzie's shoulders desperately.
"Tell them Moz, tell them it was my fault. If I hadn't made that deal with Fowler, Kate would still be alive."
"Neal…" Moz started unsure what to say he looked to Peter for guidance.
Peter's look made it very clear that whatever he said he had better choose his words carefully.
"No man it wasn't your fault," Mozzie said, honestly.
"What the hell happened Suit? How could you let your people kill Kate?" Moz asked, scowling.
Peter and Mozzie had moved into the dining room where they could talk privately.
"Wait a minute you honestly think I had something to do with this?" Peter asked indignation clear in his voice.
"This has government cover-up written all over it ?" Moz said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Honestly I'm not sure what to think this is way too big for Fowler, to have pulled off by himself. But if you think for one minute that I had anything to do with this than you're crazier than I thought you were. Sure I never liked Kate; she was only using Neal, to get what she wanted. But I would never kill her Neal's, my friend and this has destroyed him and I'm not sure he'll ever completely come back from this. I'd never do that to him," Peter said.
Mozzie was silent for a few moments studying the other man's face. Peter's concern for their mutual friend was clearly written on his normally stoic face.
"I believe you I'm not sure why but I do," Mozzie said, finally.
Neal had been pacing the length of the Burke's living room since Peter erased the news footage of the explosion.
"Sit down Caffery, you're wearing a hole in my floor," Burke said.
"I can't," Neal answered continuing to pace.
"Neal, you need to eat something," Elizabeth said, gently.
"I'm not hungry. I could use a drink though," Neal said his eyes roaming the room.
"Sure of course what would you like?" Elizabeth asked, eagerly.
"Do you have anything containing alcohol besides beer?" Neal asked, hopefully.
"Neal, I'm not going to give you alcohol," Elizabeth said.
"Then why'd you ask?" Neal snapped.
"Don't snap at El, she's just trying to help," Peter snapped, at Neal.
"I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Peter," Elizabeth growled.
"Yeah suit haven't you ever heard of women's lib."
"SHUT UP!" Peter and Elizabeth yelled together.
"Don't tell me to shut up," Mozzie said, getting in Peters face.
Neal stopped pacing and watched as his friends screamed at each other. This was his fault he had ruined everything. He knew that if he was ever going to get away so he couldn't hurt anybody else this was probably going to be his only chance. Patting Satch on the head Neal slipped out the front door.