A/N: I know it's been awhile, but the new White Collar episode has inspired me to write. This one was prompted with the words "lawyer," "excitement," and "uniform."
Word Count: 268
Disclaimer: Still doesn't belong to me :(
**Bright Orange**
The first thing Neal sees when he comes back to the waking world is Peters worried face.
Assuming that the face-shaped blur above him is Peter's.
"Peter?" he tries to say, but it comes out like he's saying, "Puh?" instead. The face swimming into view is definitely not Peter's.
"No," the unknown man says, sounding anxious. "I'm Bilkers. Remember? Tom Bilkers?"
Oh. Right. The obnoxious lawyer whose stolen painting they were trying to recover. For some reason or another he's not obnoxious at the moment though, and Neal blearily thanks whatever higher power is out there for small favors.
After taking a moment to gather himself, Neal heaves himself to his feet. Bilkers hovers nearby like a particularly annoying dragonfly, his bright orange tie clashing horribly with the dusty gray of a post-explosion scene.
Post-explosion...
Peter.
He'd been right next to Neal when a car nearby simply exploded. A quick sweep of the area only reveals some policemen, uniforms dull with dust. They're trying to hold back a crowd of people too nosy for their own good who have been drawn by the excitement like moths to a fire. Neal doesn't really care about them at the moment though. There's more important things to worry about.
He fights down a surge of fear and goes to find Peter, a shellshocked Bilkers trailing him without a word, not even missing the familiar weight of the tracking anklet on his ankle where it lies broken on the pavement.
