Chapter 4
Officer Davis searched the man quickly and thoroughly for gunshot wounds, anything that would explain his current pain. But she found nothing.
"Anti…antidote…pocket…." Neal whispered in the officer's ear as she tried to find a reason for his pain. She looked at him for just a moment, not understanding what he was saying. Neal repeated himself.
Suddenly Davis understood. She searched Neal's pockets. But she came up empty. He didn't even have a wallet or a cellphone on him.
"I didn't find anything." She told him.
Neal groaned in pain and frustration. "Pocket." He repeated. "…jacket…pocket."
Davis looked around. She shook her head. "I don't see a jacket." She told him. "I didn't see you with a jacket."
Neal groaned again. He knew he had his jacket, at one time. He looked around for it but didn't see it.
"Not much…time…poison…" Neal said, panicking, which only intensified the effects of the drug. He groaned again, louder this time.
Davis was not sure that she had heard him right. She had stopped for just a second and stared at him. Had this man just told her that he had been poisoned, and his time was running out? She needed to find that antidote. She kept looking, making sure she kept Neal in sight as she did.
White Collar reached the site quickly. Officer Davis quickly explained what Neal had said to her. She then continued her search with several of the agents joining in.
Peter was kneeling down beside Neal when someone produced Neal's jacket. By the time Peter got to Neal he had lost consciousness. Peter watched his friend as he quickly searched the pockets. He found a vial, a syringe and a stop watch. The watch countdown was at 15 minutes.
Peter looked at the vial and the syringe. Officer Davis had told them that Neal had said that this was the antidote. He looked at Neal. Neal was in no shape to confirm anything. Peter looked at the watch. It read 12 minutes.
Peter should just open the syringe, draw up the liquid and give Neal the life-saving shot. But, what if it wasn't a life-saving shot? What if Neal had been lied to? What if this hastened Neal's death? What if it was just water? The stop watch read 9 minutes.
Peter looked up at his agents. His mind racing, he needed to have the substance tested. But there was no time. His agent's looked at him, expecting him to know what to do. But he didn't and it scared him. He looked at the stopwatch again. It now read 5 minutes.
How was it possible for the time to have gone by so fast? Peter looked at Neal again. Peter made his decision. He picked up the vial and syringe and gave Neal the shot, plunging the needle into Neal's arm.
Peter than sat down on the ground. He wrapped the jacket, as best as he could around Neal. Peter then pulled Neal into his arms.
TBC
END NOTES: I am not wrapping things up in a nice big red bow here, putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. I just love these characters so much. and it hurts to see the way things have gone in season 5. I just wanted a little glimpse of how things used to be, the wonderful father/son, partnership, friendship thing that made the show what it was. So, I guess that this is me sort of reminiscing. I hope you guys enjoy.