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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from White Collar. None what so ever, no likeness, nothing.. Sadly.. That right belongs to the shows amazing creator Jeff Eastin! But I do own my OC's.
Authors Note: Well… as of late I'm having a writer's block, but hopefully it will unblock itself soon lol! Enjoy this chap!
Chapter 9: The Rescue
Peter walked towards the door, the door that was between him and Neal. He turned back, looking for SWAT. He had to wait for them to knock the door down, it was protocol, and it was killing him. He knew that Neal was in there, and that he needed him, and he couldn't get in there until SWAT was ready… Sometimes he really hated following procedure. Peter jumped as a hand grasped his shoulder.
"SWAT is ready, Boss. Let's go get Caffrey." Diana said, smiling at him. Peter nodded and bent down.
"On my mark." He said, looking back at the SWAT team. "Now!" He yelled and SWAT started ramming the door. The door quickly broke down, and Peter, Diana, Jones and SWAT ran in. They quickly saw a figure standing in the room, facing the opposite direction.
" FREEZE! FBI!" Peter yelled, pointing his gun directly at the figure. " Put your hands up and turn around NOW!" The figure slowly turned around, and Diana gasped.
There was Shawn Burton, holding a ghostly pale Neal Caffrey in front of him, a gun pointed to his head.
"One step closer and I'll kill him!" Burton yelled, shoving the barrel of the gun into Neal's temple more.
"Easy Burton, you don't have to do this. Just let Neal go, and we can arrange for you to be in the same prison as Maria." Peter urged. He was staring at Neal, not even sure if the ex-con was still alive or not. Neal was white as a sheet, except for the bruises on his face, and the blood trickling out of his mouth. The burn marks on his shirt were now covered in his blood. Speaking of blood, it was everywhere. It caked Neal's shirt and his pants, he looked as if he was lying in it before Burton picked him up. Peter squinted, trying to see if Neal's chest was rising or not, but Burton was too far away.
"NO! You listen to me! If you want your precious Con back, you'll let Maria go!" Burton yelled, maneuvering Neal in his arms.
"Burton, you know we can't do that." Peter said, trying to figure out a way to get Neal out of harms way.
"Boss." Diana hissed. Peter glanced back at her.
"NO! You let Maria go right now, or I will kill him!" Burton yelled.
"I've got a shot." Diana mumbled. Peter nodded slightly, and Diana nodded back.
"All right Burton. We'll let Maria go, just put Neal down and step away from him."
"No! I want Mar-" Burton cut off, as a shot rang out. The bullet lodging itself in the right side of Burton's chest. He collapsed to the ground, taking Neal with him.
"Diana-" Peter began.
"You get Caffrey, I've got Burton." She interrupted.
Peter and Diana ran towards both men. Peter reached them first and pulled Neal off of Burton. He laid Neal down, immediately placing two fingers on his neck. After about 15 seconds, he found a very weak pulse.
"Burton's dead." Diana announced. Peter nodded, wishing he was the one to kill the bastard. He looked down at Neal, realizing that where his chest sound be rising and falling, it wasn't.
"Diana!" He yelled, terror in his voice. She quickly ran over as Peter moved down towards Neal's torso. "CPR Now!" He yelled and she nodded, understanding what that meant. She bent down pinching Neal's nose, and blowing two breaths into his mouth. Peter pushed up and down on Neal's chest. "Come on Neal." He said, as Diana blew 2 more breaths into Neal's mouth. " I own you for 4 years Neal Caffrey, you can't back out now!" He yelled.
"Where's that Ambulance?" Diana yelled.
" 2 minutes out." Jones answered, running over to them. "What can I do?"
"Show the paramedics where to go when they get here, and tell them to hurry!" Diana answered, watching as Peter desperately pushed on Neal's chest. "Come on Neal." She whispered, and breathed 2 more breaths into him.
"Damnit Caffrey! Breathe!" Peter pleaded, and as if Neal heard him, he took a shuddering breath. Peter and Diana let out a breath, as Neal began coughing, more blood coming out of his mouth. "Easy Neal, take it easy. You're safe now." Neal looked up at him, relief in his eyes as they closed. "Neal!" Peter yelled, grabbing Neal's wrist and making sure he was still breathing, which he was.
"Ambulance is here!" Jones yelled.
The paramedics quickly ran in, and Peter and Diana moved aside. They began working on Neal, quickly placing him on a gurney and hooking up an IV. Peter tried to watch, but they were moving to fast for him to see everything.
"All right, let's go!" One paramedic yelled, and they began pushing the gurney towards the ambulance. They quickly loaded Neal into the ambulance.
"Wait, I'm riding with him." Peter said, trying to get in.
"I'm sorry sir, you can't." The female paramedic replied.
"Look, I'm Agent Peter Burke, and this is my partner. Now, I'm riding with him." He said, he knew that the paramedic was just doing her job, but she didn't understand… He needed to go with Neal, to make sure that he was okay.
"Look, Agent Burke, I know you're worried about him, but you can't go." Peter was about to protest, when she cut him off. "If you want him to get to the hospital alive, you can't come." She said, and as if to prove her point, the monitors began to flat-line.
"NEAL!" Peter yelled as the paramedic closed the doors, yelling . "Let's go Jerry, NOW!"
