SOMEBODY – Chapter Twenty-four
(A/N: Again I want to say sorry for the late update. We are getting close to the end. One chapter left.)
'This is not happening' Neal thought. Peter was right there. He continued to struggle as Jon dragged
him backwards. But his energy was completely gone. After moment he realized Jon was talking to
him. Trying to convince him that he didn't see Peter, that it was just a hallucination, wishful thinking.
'No!'
Neal was not hallucinating, he knew that Peter was there, he felt it. He just had to wait it out. He
tensed when he felt Jon's hand inch it's way under his shirt, Neal's breath hitched. He tried to bat
him away, but Jon was much stronger.
"Shush" Jon whispered into his ear, then licked around his ear. Neal whimpered. He could fell hon's
hand rub his stomach, going lower with each pass. 'Oh god' He can't do this again. When he reached
below his waist, he couldn't hold his teats at bay anymore and they slipped down his face and over
the hand still clasped around his mouth.
Neal withdrew into his mind, to a place where no one could hurt him. They could hurt his body, but
he could no longer feel it. He withdrew so completely that he couldn't hear what was happening
around him. He couldn't feel Jon's hand move, didn't hear the yelling, he couldn't hear the words
'FBI' and 'Freeze' or 'Let him go'. No, he didn't hear anything, he just sank deep into the nothingness
that engulfed his mind.
-WCG-
Peter could not believe what he was seeing. The man had his hand inside Neal's pants. Red hot rage
flashed through his body. He called out FBI and Freeze, but Jon kept moving backwards, dragging
Neal with him.
"Let him go" Peter bit out. Jon just smiled and clamped down tightly on Neal. Peter took notice that
Neal didn't seem to feel it. He looked like he wasn't even there, like he zoned out. Peter knew he
had to get his friend away from that man. He clenched his teeth in frustration.
"I will not say it again"
Peter steadied his hand and tightened his finger on the trigger of his gun. He watched the emotions
on the coach's face and knew he wasn't going to give himself up. Watching Jon's expression Peter
knew that this was a last stand type situation and as resolve settle over his face, he was ready.
'Oh no you don't' Peter thought as he pulled the trigger. He moved towards the pair as Jon went
down, taking Neal with him. Quickly Peter sidestepped Neal before checking Jon for a pulse. Finding
none, he breathed out a relived breath. Quickly he turned toward Neal, reached down to feel for a
pulse. It was there but barely.
"Neal? Can you hear me?"
Oh, how he hoped Neal could hear him
"You're safe now."
After checking over his numerous wounds, Peter sat down beside Neal and waited for everyone to
catch up. He placed his hand on Neal's neck to monitor his pulse. He watched Neal's chest stuttered
up and down as he tried to breathe. Peter thought about the injuries underneath that may cause his
bad breathing and he shuddered. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and slowly let the
tension go as he breathed out.
It seemed like hours passed before someone showed up, but, it was less than an hour. Peter could
hear them trampling through the trees. He whistled to get their attention. It didn't take long for
Jones to come through the trees.
"Boss" Jones yelled out. He had his gun in hand but put it away when he saw the coach down and
out. He slowly approached.
"Peter"
"Jones, where's the ambulance, Neal's alive but he needs help." He was glad to see them, but he
really needed to het Neal help. He really wanted this over with and needed Neal to be okay.
"They are waiting for the all clear before approaching. Is Neal?" he trailed off. Jones stared at the CI,
he really didn't look good.
"Give them the all clear and get them here. Also call for the ME and Forensics" Peter said. Jones
nodded.
Peter kept his hand placed over Neal's Heart,
"Hang in there Neal, you are safe now."
Peter kept repeating over and over But Neal never gained consciousness. He was never aware as
the paramedics came, assessed his injures, never felt the neck brace being placed or when they
carefully rolled him onto the backboard. Nor when they struggled to race him through the forest to
the waiting ambulance. Never knew that not once did Peter let go of his hand, not even when he
was placed into the ambulance, Peter just climbed right in. Never knew that he was taken directly
into emergency surgery after being quickly assessed in the ER. Never knew that Elizabeth, Peter,
Jones and practically the whole police department were waiting to hear if he survived the surgery.
Never knew the relief that spread through the waiting room when he pulled through the surgery.
Never knew the many people waiting impatiently for him to wake up. Never saw the disappointed
and scared looks as he failed to wake up.