"Well some of it was good news." said Peter, looking at Neal in the car after the doctor appointment. "Three more weeks and he thinks the ribs should be good to go and similar with your arm. You are ahead of schedule. Plus you got the splint for your arm - it should give you more motion."
"Though I still have to sleep in it like the cast." said Neal morosely. "And I'm stuck with the leg cast for now with no date to when it will be over so far."
"You win some, you lose some." said Peter, feeling a paternal ping like he should be taking Neal out for ice cream. "To be fair, you have been doing a little walking on it despite being told not to."
Neal rolls his eyes. "It's impossible not to." he said, with a whine to his voice. He's quiet for a moment. "I'm just not used to being so still."
"That I believe." said Peter, pulling up into his usual parking space at the FBI office. "Last stop and we can go home." He was almost shocked how that rolled of his tongue, but he did feel as if it could be Neal's home as well or at least a place to call home. He grows serious. "I do have to warn you of something Hughes will likely mention. You will have to see a therapist at some point. Officially you should have before working any cases at all, but since it's just files, everyone has overlooked it."
"And the hits keep on coming." said Neal, banging his head against the back of the seat. "No way at all to get out of it?"
"Sorry but no. I'll talk to Hughes about you seeing the therapist all of us see after hard cases or injuries." said Peter, patting Neal on the shoulder. "You're a valued member of the team, so he'll make it work."
Upstairs a bit later in Hughes' office, "So I'm going to cut to the chase - I know Peter told you what happened." said Hughes, looking at Peter and Neal sitting in the guest chairs. "So while I am supposedly filling you guys in, let's talk about other things. I assume Peter has told you that before you can resume work here in the office, you will need to see a therapist? I already set you up to see the one here."
"Yes, but I'm fine, I swear." said Neal sounding a little petulant.
"Okay. No rush yet as I want you two to continue working from home for a bit." said Hughes. "At least until we can officially close the Keetes case. It also buys Neal a little more recuperation time." Hughes make sure to put emphasis on the last part, as if it's the real reason.
"Can I ask one...well two questions?" asked Neal, looking between Peter and Hughes.
"Shoot." said Hughes, sitting on the edge of his desk. "Though I can't be sure I will be able to answer or answer to your liking."
"What will happen to Moz? And June?" said Neal curiously, worried about both. "That's actually both questions."
"I plan to rule Keetes death self defense, so as long as your friend keeps his head out of trouble for a few days, he's in the clear." said Hughes. "June will be needed to come in for a bit of questioning about the gun and the incident, but if it all clears, she should be in the clear as well." He sighs. "Peter, can I have a word in private?" Peter and Hughes walk out to Peter's office, leaving Neal concerned about what is being talked about. He debates getting up to eavesdrop, but figures they will likely see him through the window between Hughes and Peter's offices. His mind reels waiting on Peter to return.