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Authors Note: Okay, here's another Plug for another of my fave shows, Dr Dean, as in Dean Winchester of Supernatural. LOVE Jensen Ackles sooo much! I have a lot of fave shows if you can't tell lol! PS, once again I'm no doctor, so I don't know if this could happen, it's just my assumption, so bear with me.

Chapter 14: Dead

Peter and Elizabeth were walking towards the kitchen, Peter not being able to shake the uneasy feeling he'd had since Dr. Dean had came into Neal's room.

"What's the matter?" Elizabeth asked, sensing her husband's distress.

"Nothing, it's nothing." He replied, shaking his head.

"Come on, tell me."

"I just, I have a bad feeling about that doctor, Dr. Dean." He admitted.

"Why?"

"It just doesn't feel right. Dr. Carmichael has been taking care of Neal ever since he came in. Why would he send some new doctor, now?"

"Well Dr. Dean said that Dr. Carmichael was in surgery. Do you think we should go check on Neal?" She asked, knowing that normally her husband's instincts were good. Peter shook his head.

"No, not yet. We'll get something to eat and take it back to Neal's room." Elizabeth nodded as they entered the kitchen. They got in line.

"Hey guys." A voice from behind them said. They turned around, seeing Dr. Carmichael standing behind them. "I'm going to eat lunch, and then I'll check in on Neal."

"Dr. Carmichael, I thought you were in surgery?" Elizabeth asked, fear creeping into her mind.

"No, I don't have a surgery scheduled all day. Where did you hear that?" He asked, confused. Elizabeth looked at Peter, her eyes wide. He takes off running towards Neal's room, grabbing his gun out of it's holster. "What's going on?"

"A doctor came into Neal's room saying that you were in surgery and needed us out of the room to check over Neal." Elizabeth said, glancing back where her husband had just ran. "I'm sorry but I have to go." She said and ran towards Neal's room.

Peter made it to Neal's room. He put his ear to the door, trying to hear if anyone was in the room. He slowly opened the door, not hearing anyone. He held his gun out in front of him, ready to shoot, as he walked in. He saw the empty bed, and cursed.

"Damnit!" He yelled, as Elizabeth ran in.

"Where's Neal?" She asked, and Peter shook his head. Dr. Carmichael ran in behind her. He saw the empty bed and cursed.

"We need to find him now. If his lung is under too much stress, it could collapse again." Elizabeth gasped, looking at him. Peter was looking around the room, searching for any signs of where they could've went. "This hospital has security cameras right?" Dr. Carmichael nodded.

"Wait, Peter, the anklet!" Elizabeth said, remembering that Reese put it on him. Peter nodded, immediately pulling his cell out and dialing the Marshall's.

"Why does he have an anklet?" Dr. Carmichael asked Elizabeth as Peter talked to the Marshall's.

"Neal used to be a master forger, but he's working for the FBI now. He's helped them solve a lot of cases, and he's not a bad guy. He did everything he did for love." She explained. Dr. Carmichael nodded, understanding that love made people do crazy things.

"He's in the parking lot. El call Jones and Diana and tell them to get here quick!" Peter yelled, running out of the room. Elizabeth nodded and called them.

Peter was almost to the parking lot, when he realized that he was being followed. He glanced behind him, seeing Dr. Carmichael running after him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, not stopping.

"I'm going with you. My patient needs me." He said.

"You need to stay here, you're a civilian." Peter said, slowing down, since he could see the parking lot now.

"I don't care. Neal is going to need me." He said, and Peter nodded, not wanting to waste time arguing with him, since he knew that he wasn't going to budge.

Peter and Dr. Carmichael crouched behind a car, Peter peeking around the side of it, hearing someone talking. "Now when I thought my brother was just going to jail, I wasn't going to kill you… But now that they KILLED him… Well, you understand." He heard, and instantly recognized Jim Burton's voice. He realized Jim must've changed his voice when he talked to them earlier in Neal's room. He saw Jim standing over Neal, who was laying on the ground, looking up at Burton, who was also holding a gun over Neal's chest.

"Neal's awake." Peter said, turning towards Dr. Carmichael, who nodded.

"What a great thing to wake up to." Peter scowled and turned back to look at Jim. He raised his gun up, lining up Jim in his sight.

"Oh, don't think you can escape this time. Nobody is coming for you, and I knew you were in a coma, but I decided I'd better give you something to keep you from moving, in case you did wake up. And now Neal Caffrey, this is goodbye." He heard Jim say, and saw Neal close his eyes. Peter took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

Peter watched as Jim fell over, on top of Neal. "Neal!" He yelled and he and Dr. Carmichael ran over to them. Peter looked at Jim, seeing the bullet hole in the back of his chest, and kicked him off of Neal. He bent down, seeing Neal's eyes closed.

"Neal, can you hear me?" He asked, moving over as Dr. Carmichael began checking Neal over.

"Damnit." Dr. Carmichael cursed.

"What?" Peter asked, alarmed at his tone.

"His pulse is erratic, if we don't get him calm, his lung is going to collapse again."

"Neal." Peter said, looking at the unconscious young man. "Come on Neal, you're safe now." He grabbed onto Neal's hand. "It's okay buddy, I've got you." Neal slowly opened his eyes, looking at Peter. Peter could see the relief in his eyes. "Hey. I need you to listen to me okay?" He waited for Neal to nod or something. Neal blinked twice, and he took that as a yes. "You need to calm down, you're lung can't handle the pressure. You're safe now, I got Jim." Neal looked at him and blinked twice.

"That's it." Dr. Carmichael said, nodding. "His pulse is good now." He looked at the wheelchair. "We need to get him back inside. Help me put him in the chair." Peter looked at the wheelchair and nodded.

"Neal, this is Dr. Carmichael, and he's been your doctor. We're going to put you into the wheelchair now, okay?" Neal blinked twice, and he braced himself for the pain that he knew was going to come.

They slowly picked Neal up, trying to be as careful as they could, knowing that no matter what they did, it was going to hurt him. He winced and bit the inside of his cheek at the pain that shot throughout his body. They sat him in the wheelchair and wheeled him back into the hospital. By the time they got back to Neal's room, Elizabeth called and said that Jones and Diana found Jim, and told them that he was dead.

They came into the room and Elizabeth ran over to them, seeing Neal awake.

"Neal! Thank God!" She said, gently hugging him. She looked at him, wondering why he didn't hug her back.

"We need to get him into the bed, and hooked back up." Dr. Carmichael said. Peter nodded and he and Dr. Carmichael picked Neal up and placed him on the bed. He began hooking Neal back up to his iv's, and monitors. He quickly checked Neal over once again.

"Neal, can you move?" He asked. Neal blinked once. "Damnit." "What?" Elizabeth asked.

"He must've been given something. I'll be right back." He said and left the room. Elizabeth walked over to Neal, who looked like he was almost asleep.

"I'm so glad you're safe Neal." She said and kissed his forehead. He looked up at her and closed his eyes. Dr. Carmichael came back in, two more iv bags in his hands.

"What are those?" Peter asked, eyeing the bags.

"Pain medication, and an anti-viral to help Neal move again." Peter nodded as Dr. Carmichael hooked up the iv's. He glanced at Neal, who was already asleep. " Now the pain medication will make him sleep, so let him rest, and he'll wake up when he's ready. I'll be back in a little bit to check on him, I have to go fill out a report I guess. One of your co-workers, Agent Barragian I think, asked me to." Peter nodded as Dr. Carmichael left the room. Elizabeth looked at him."He's finally safe." She said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, he is."

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