A/n: Sorry this is short, but I promise a nice long chapter soon. This is told from Neal's point of view.

I don't own White Collar just the little mistakes here and there.

"Eleanor!" Neal called out spotting Eleanor walking across the atrium. She looked tired to him. Her shoulders were hunched over and the general spring in her step had vanished. Something was wrong with her. "Would you excuse me for a minute?" he asked Agent Burke who was signing him out.

"Neal we're about to leave." Peter protested.

"Just give me a second." Neal said before running off to catch up with Eleanor. "Hey, Eleanor!" he said out of breath putting a hand on her shoulder. Neal felt her shudder under his hand causing him to withdraw.

"Mr. Caffrey." She said turning around to face him. She gave him a distant professional smile, a smile that held no emotion. Her normally bright amber eyes were dull and tinged with the slightest hint of red. "What can I do for you?"

"I came to say goodbye." Neal said hiding his hurt. This is all your fault, he told himself. You should have never tried to kiss her.

"Oh well goodbye." She said turning to leave.

"Ellie wait." he couldn't let it end like this. He didn't want to have whatever this was end.

"Neal, come on!" Peter yelled. Neal closed his eyes and inwardly cursed Peter for his horrible timing. When he opened his eyes again Eleanor had gone. His eyes scanned the busy atrium but there was no sign of her, she had vanished. Taking a deep breath he walked back over the Peter a scowl on his face.

"Nice timing Peter." He said following the agent out of the hospital doors.

"What, from the looks of it I did you a favor. She didn't look like she wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah." Neal said opting out of making a snappy reply. Peter snorted and got into the driver seat, starting the car. Neal slid into the passenger seat and buckled, placing his head on the cold window. This was all his fault. Eleanor had been open and caring until he tried to kiss her. Now she was distant and cold. But he couldn't help himself. She was beautiful. Spending the past week with her was like catching up with a long lost friend he hadn't seen in years. There was something about her, something new that he liked. He could be himself around her; he didn't have to watch his step at every sentence. True, he didn't tell her the truth about everything, and he could tell that frustrated her, but honesty wasn't really his thing. Now that he was leaving her, he felt empty, depressed.

"Hey, you feeling ok?" Peter asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." Neal lied.

"Who was that you were talking to?"

"Nurse Roberts."

"Ah, grown a soft spot for her have you?" Peter said with a smile.

"Would you watch the road?" Neal said deflecting. Peter was right, Neal was in love.

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