I'm so sorry it's been so long. I was going to post the day before Easter my notebook disappeared and it didn't reappear until last night.
I still don't have a computer so I can't promise when I'll update. I know I haven't responded to your reviews but please know that I cherish everyone of them
"Satch, Not now," Peter said, when the dog whined and hit his hand with his nose.
Not getting the response he wanted from Peter Satch moved onto Elizabeth.
"Come on Satch, daddy's being a butt head," Elizabeth said, scratching the dogs head.
"El…" Peter started, and then stopped as his eyes swept the room. "Where's Neal?"
"I'll check up stairs," Elizabeth said.
"Don't waste your time he's gone," Peter called.
"Where'd he go?" Mozzie asked.
"How the hell should I know Haversum?"
"You're the one who's caught him twice," Mozzie said.
"True but he's not thinking like Neal right now. He's … I don't know what he's thinking right now," Peter admitted.
His eyes went to where Elizabeth was standing by the stairs. He had no idea what he would do if he were to suddenly lose the love of his life. But one thing he knew for sure was it wouldn't be anything good.
"Peter, we have to find him," Elizabeth said.
"We will El, alright let's split up we can cover more ground that way," Peter said.
Peter had only walked a few blocks when a disturbance caught his attention.
"Let me go. Please I don't know who Kate is."
"Neal what are you doing?" Peter asked, sprinting up to the ex-con.
"Let her go," Peter ordered.
" I found her Peter look she's not dead."
Burke had to admit there was a resemblance to the dead con woman. She was petite with long dark hair and big blue eyes but she definitely wasn't Kate.
"Listen to me this is not Kate. But you are going to go to jail if you don't let her go," Peter said, keeping his voice calm but strong.
Neal blinked at the women in front of him really seeing her for the first time.
"I…I'm sorry I thought… never mind. I'm really very sorry," Neal said, releasing her and starting to walk away.
"You're not going anywhere," Peter said, grabbing Neal's bicept.
The woman had pulled out her cell phone and was getting ready to start dialing.
''Wait miss please I'm not making excuses for my friend but please let me try to explain before you call the police."
"He grabbed me," she said, glaring at the two men.
"I know and normally I'd arrest him myself…"
"You're a cop?" she asked.
"FBI" the agent answered.
"Where's your badge? Is he an FBI agent also?"
"I don't have my badge on me right now," Peter said, hoping he didn't look guilty. "He's a consultant and a friend. His girlfriend died unexpectedly today he's still in shock. Otherwise he'd never do anything like this," Peter said, honestly.
"How do I know you're not just making up the story so I want call the cops?"
"You don't," Peter answered.
With a heavy sigh the young woman looked over at Neal her eyes softening slightly.
Neal's shoulders were hunched up around his ears and his face was deathly pale. Normally bright eyes that were always teaming with intelligence were dull lifeless and down cast.
"I know I'm probably crazy but I believe you. Just get out of here quickly."
"Thank you," Peter said, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Come on." The two men had walked a couple of blocks before Peter spoke. "What the hell were you thinking taking off like that? Do you know how many people have seen you? And grabbing that woman that was just brilliant Neal? Neal? Are you even listening to me?"
When he received no answer Peter grabbed Neal's chin and pulled his head up.
"Peter I'm so tired. I just want to sleep," Neal said, blinking owlishly.
The older man felt all his anger drain away as he looked it to the friends face. Neal had clearly reached the point where his body was ready to shut down to get away from the trauma of reality.
"Alright let's get back to my place," Peter said, gently.
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