Whatever Peter
Summary: A double drabble written for the Tumblr hurt/comfort dialogue prompts: "Please stop" and "Look at me. You'll be okay."
Following a hunch on his own time, Peter catches Neal mid robbery.
Neal cursed. This was supposed to be an easy job. Deactivate the security and break into the pompous old fool's wall safe while he was off debauching his latest toy boy. Instead he was tearing down the mansion's grand stairway, Burke on his tail.
"Caffrey, please stop. I don't want to shoot aww!" Peter missed his footing, rolled to the bottom of the staircase, dropping his gun and landing unconscious with a gashed forehead.
Neal stopped in the foyer. "Shit!" Burke had to have back-up, yeah? But then where were they? What was Burke doing here anyway? Cincinnati wasn't exactly New York.
Crouching down, he rolled Peter onto his back. Wow, that was a lot of blood! Neal tugged Peter's shirt free. Tearing it open, he lifted it to wipe away the blood. Coming to, Peter groaned, pushing the shirt and Neal's hands away. "Caffrey? What happened? Get your hands off me!"
Neal grabbed Peter's wrists, lifted them back over his head, quickly cuffing them around the newel post.
Standing, Neal said, "Look at me. You'll be okay. I'll call 911."
Peter yanked on HIS OWN handcuffs, yelling, "Caffrey! You're under arrest!"
Neal ran out the door laughing, "Whatever Peter."