A/N: Because I could not make up my mind between these two G quotes, you guys get two double-drabbles! I couldn't decide on something fluffy and bromantic to make up for the darkness of the last one, or just make another dark and angsty one. So you guys get both. Please Review. Seriously, I'll love you forever.

Disclaimerr: not mine.


G-"You've got my back, right?" I don't know what episode this came from. Feel free to tell me.

"You don't have to do this Carl…" Neal says, his hands slowly rising in caution. He didn't see the gun in his hands until it was too late. He could only hope for Peter to show.

"If I don't, they'll kill me." Carl's hands trembled every once in a while, as if his body was telling his mind to not to do this.

"So you're solution to this plan is what? Kill me and then yourself?" Neal asks, and he swallows uncertainly when he's met with a glare.

"That's exactly what my plan is."

Carl steps closer, hands no longer trembling. Carl takes a step forward, Neal takes a step back. They continue their dance until Neal walks into the wall behind him.

The atmosphere is tense and Neal can feel his pulse quickening with every passing moment. Before Carl can pull the trigger however, the door plummets to the floor.

A series of shouts makes Carl fumble; the gun drops from his hands. Soon he is led away in handcuffs. Neal takes a shaky breath and sinks to the floor.

"You alright?" Peter asks, giving Neal a hand up.

Neal takes it and says, "Never better Peter… Never better."


G-"Just because I don't like Guns, doesn't mean I can't use one."-Neal, 1x08 Hard Sell

Peter hears the gun shot from outside the door. He pounds on the door, but he knows that it won't give. Fowler's done something to it, something that will inevitably delay Peter's entry.

He remembers Mozzie's cryptic yet alarming phone call. His heart lurches in his chest just thinking about it.

"That's not the stupid part… He's got a gun."

Warning bells ring loudly in Peter head. Just the thought of Neal with a gun, alone in a room with the man who presumably killed his lover, makes Peter pound harder at the door. He knows how good Neal is with a gun. Knows how dangerous it is for him to be around one.

He yells his colleague's name, hoping that alone will make him stop this madness. Hoping that Neal hasn't succumbed to the evil beast that is called revenge.

Peter barely holds back a curse. He'd been trying so hard to dissuade Neal from doing this. From screwing up his life. And here he was, watching as everything unfolded. Everything that he's tried to teach Neal has gone right down the drain.

He doesn't know if he can stop this from happening. But he can damn well try.