Funeral

AN:// I've got finals coming up here fast, so unfortunately if I'd like to get my license. I get to study. Don't know how much I'll be posting here, but I'll try. (Reviews, were absolutely amazing. Thank you.)

I've seen people shot before. I've seen them die. I've even shot a few people myself. Never in my life, have I seen someone that I care about die right in front of me. I never would have thought Neal would jump in-between Kate in I. I hardly had the time to direct my bullet to the roof.

It didn't matter.

Neal had already played as my bullet vest.

I watched his blue sterling eyes scream into mine. I don't know if he really knew what he was doing, I don't know who he was trying to protect. Neal, fell to the floor. His eyes slowly closing. I looked to find his blood splattered across my white shirt, and Mozz's devastated face.

Kate's scream broke the cold silence, she had too fallen to the floor her eyes never swaying from Neal's unmoving body. "I killed him. I killed Neal."

"Call 911, Now." I threw my cell phone at Mozzie, who caught it with ease. "Neal!" I tossed myself down to the floor next to him. Blood was seeping towards my shoes, his blood. "Neal?!" I grabbed him pushing him onto his back. His coat was soaked in blood, and I began to panic more.

"I killed Neal! I killed him! I didn't mean to! I was supposed to shoot you!" Tears leaked from Kate's eyes but I ignored her all together, she shot the man that was turning his life around. She had just taken away someone from me that should have never been in this predicament to begin with. Neal couldn't die now, I couldn't lose him again. I had just found him.

"Hang on, buddy. Stay with me, Neal. Come on." Neal's eyes weren't open. He barely moved in my arms. His eye lids twitched open for a moment, his mouth coughing out blood. He gurgled something, something I couldn't understand before his eyes closed and he went completely still.

"We have a man who has just been shot at 21'st and Broadway in the apartment complex at the top floor-room 249. We need an ambiance and emergency assistance, now."

I could hardly listen to Mozzie speak into the line as I checked for a pulse.

There wasn't one.

I pulled off his jacket and ripped open his button down blue shirt, finding the bullet hole on the right side off his chest I called for Mozzie. "Put pressure on it."

I started CPR when I again realized, the room was completely silent again. I looked up to find Kate, a gun to her head. "I'll tell him, you tried."

When I watched her pull the trigger for the second time, I watched her fall limp onto the floor. "You're not going to the same place as him, bitch."

I heard the ambulance closing in. They had to get here in time. They had to, this was my fault. I should have never lost my control in the office, I should have kept my impulses in check… but I didn't. I followed Mozzie into the apartment, thinking now I had finally found Neal. I trapped him in the elevator at gun point demanding where he was. To my surprise Mozzie told me he thought he needed me, and that he would tell me where he was on one condition.

That I would keep him out of jail, that I would keep Neal safe.

Now, I had only kept half my promise.

Neal, could be dead.

The paramedics rushed through the door pushing me aside, pushing me away. I tried to hold myself back, trying to let them do their job.

It was just hard to watch, but they were getting him out quickly. Even if this felt like years.

I ran with them down the hallways and out into the open air. I watched them pull him into the ambulance; they were trying to revive him.

I knew it could be too late. I had lost my partner. Lost Neal.

I didn't even think twice before I stepped into the ambulance with him, watching as I could do nothing. The doors slammed shut and the siren blew off again, leaving Mozzie standing alone in the distance. I couldn't think of him now, I was too selfish to even consider letting Mozzie ride with Neal instead of me.

It was too late anyway, they were shoving tubes in Neal, everywhere you could possibly think.

"He's lost most of his blood, and we can't get a pulse."

"How long ago did he stopped breathing?"

"He might have brain damage."

"We need to get a pulse first."

I had tried blocking them out, like this wasn't happening. I tried to think that Neal was going to be okay, that he wasn't going to die.

If he hadn't already.

I hate funerals and I refuse to go to Neal's.