Would You Care?
Summary: A double drabble written for the Tumblr hurt/comfort dialogue prompt: "Tell me where you are and I'll come get you."
Set pre-series, Peter receives a drunken call from Neal.
Sitting on the rooftop ledge, Neal hit speed dial three.
"Burke"
"Peeeterrrr!" Neal half drawled, half sang.
"Caffrey? Are you drunk!"
"She left me Peter. Thought if I got her favourite painting, she'd come back. She won't."
Peter twigged. This was about Kate.
"What painting Caffrey?"
"Uh uh uh. No being sneaky and trying to trick me. Not gonna tell. Wow, people look like ants from up here. Hi!" Neal called out, leaning over to wave below. "Whoops, bit giddy, almost slipped. Think she'd care if I did Peter? Would you?"
Peter started to worry. He wanted to arrest the kid, not read about his body being splattered somewhere.
"Yes I'd care. Do care! I'm sure she would too." Peter's concern escalated to panic when Caffrey didn't respond. "Neal, tell me where you are and I'll come get you."
"Come get me? You're trying to trick me again. You don't care. You just want to arrest me. Throw me in prison. Forever." A sob catching in his throat, Neal choked out, "I don't want to go to prison Peter," before hanging up.
Hearing the call end, Peter whispered "better prison than dead", more determined than ever to catch the kid.