Mozzie stood at the end of Neal's bed. He was frozen and for the first in his life, at a loss for words. No amount of knowledge, or some inspiring, intellectual quote, or all the wine in the world, could make the fear or pain he was feeling go away. Well, the last one might come close, but it would still be there when the wine left his system. He couldn't bear to look at his best friend in such a state. He was startled when Neal's heart monitor started beeping faster. He frantically made his way to the side of Neal's bed. He grabbed his best friend's hand and was reaching for the nurse call button but the beeping slowed. His finger hovered over the red button while he glanced between Neal and the heart monitor. Once he was sure everything was back to where it should be, he sat down in the chair next to the bed, but didn't let go of Neal's hand. He shook his legs nervously and glanced over his shoulder several times. He would jump when he heard the patient in the next room cough, but after a few minutes of listening to the coughing from the next room, Mozzie couldn't handle it anymore.
"I'm sorry, Neal. I wish I could stay longer, but I can't. Get better, man." Mozzie let go of Neal's hand and rushed out of the room, not catching the slight movement of the fingers he once held.
Mozzie was speed walking back towards the ICU waiting room, to say his good-byes to the Suit and Elizabeth but was stopped by a tall, bulky man wearing a suit much like Peter's, right outside the door.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but you are going to have to come with me." The man said, grabbing Mozzie around his bicep.
Elizabeth and Peter saw what was happening and rushed out into the hall.
"Excuse me, what is going on?" Peter demanded.
"This man was seen trying to harm one of the patients in the ICU wing, a man named Neal Caffrey. I'm with the Hospital security. I'm going to have to take him in." The man replied bluntly.
"What? You-" Mozzie began to yell but Peter interrupted his rant.
"FBI. Agent Burke." Peter stated as he flashed his badge. "There must be some mistake. That man is a friend of Neal's. He wouldn't do anything to him." Peter tried to explain calmly.
"Is Neal okay?" Elizabeth asked frantically.
"Yes. The patient is fine. I'm sorry agent Burke. I must take him into the security wing until the NYPD arrives." The man walked away and through a door that led to some stairs, dragging Mozzie behind him.
"Peter, do something!" Elizabeth exclaimed. Peter ran into the ICU wing and to Neal's room, with Elizabeth following closely behind. Their hearts dropped at the sight before them.
The room was empty. Neal was no where to be found. The sheets were thrown off the bed and all the machines were turned off. But the most unnerving sight of all was the tube of the ventilator that had once been down Neal's throat, was laying on the bed with a small amount of blood around it.
Elizabeth became frantic. Tears rushed down her face as she collapsed into a chair and sobbed. Peter ran out into the lobby of the ICU unit.
"Help! I need help!"
"What's wrong sir?" One of the nurses asked calmly.
"The patient in room 3, Neal Caffrey, he isn't there!" Peter yelled.
"That's not possible sir. He is in a drug induced coma." She replied now making her way into the room. Once she was in the room she quickly ran back to her desk and grabbed the phone.
"Attention all hospital staff. We have a code red! I repeat we have a code Red! Male patient, Neal Caffrey from the ICU wing is missing." The nurse calmly but urgently said over the intercom.
Peter looked around frantically and ran a hand through his hair. He turned to his wife.
"I think I might know where he is." And with that he took off running towards the door, Mozzie had been pulled through by what was supposed to be hospital security.
AN: OOOH! Let me know what you think about this turn of events!