Here re is the next and final chapter of this story. I didn't want just end it like that so I wrote some more. Hope you like it! Enjoy!
Thank you again Larura for beta-ing this story!
The next day Neal seemed to be doing ok, but he was still weak and in pain.
The day after that, he started running a fever and mentioned he was cold a few times. And when Mozzie changed the bandages on the wound, he noticed that it looked a lot more red than before.
Mozzie tried to call Dustin, but he wasn't picking up.
"Calm down, Moz. I need to just keep taking the antibiotics and I'll be fine," Neal said from his spot on the couch.
"Do you really think those pills are going to help you now?" Mozzie asked as he paced the small room.
"Well, I can't go to the hospital and Dustin isn't picking up, so we need to just wait it out."
"What if Dustin doesn't call back and you get worse?"
"Well, then we go to the hospital," Neal said.
"We?" Mozzie asked. "I can't go to the hospital! Everyone knows the patients and visitors are tagged and put in the system! And there are germs! You have to go, I don't," Mozzie ranted.
"And how am I going to get there?" Neal asked, giving a pointed look at his leg.
Mozzie just stared at his leg for a few seconds, seemingly in deep thought. Then he looked up to Neal and said, "I didn't think of that."
"Well, we don't even need to worry about that right now anyway." Neal tried to find a more comfortable position, but just made his leg throb more and he let out a small yelp.
"You ok?" Mozzie asked. Every time Neal made a noise or even looked hungry, he was there asking if he needed anything. It was a little annoying, but Neal knew he meant well. And how does someone look hungry anyway?
"Yeah Moz, it just hurts."
"Ok. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"Actually, I'm not that hungry right now." His stomach had been rolling all day and food didn't sound appealing right then.
"You're going to need something on your stomach to take your pills in a half an hour."
"Fine, I'll have some soup," Neal said, knowing he wouldn't win that argument.
"Soupe poulet et nouilles coming right up," Mozzie said and he went over to make some food.
Neal closed his eyes and let the sounds Mozzie made as he went about the kitchenette lull him to sleep.
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The next day, Neal's fever got worse. He had been sweating and shivering, the wound started swelling and was hot to the touch, and he threw up.
The moment that he threw up, Mozzie decided to take him to the hospital.
"That's it, we're going," Mozzie told the man on the couch who looked like death warmed over.
"Mkay," Neal said, and closed his eyes.
Mozzie walked over to his sick friend and said, "You have to help a little – you're heavier than you look."
"All muscle," Neal answered automatically without opening his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, up!" Mozzie said, and tapped Neal's face.
Neal moaned and sluggishly tried to push the hand away, but he opened his eyes and that's what Mozzie wanted.
Mozzie grabbed one of the swinging arms, brought it across his shoulder and hefted him up, causing a cry of pain to escape Neal's throat. "I'm sorry, but we have to get to the car, then you can rest."
A T-shirt and sweatpants were probably not what Neal thought was worthy to leave the house in, but Mozzie was not going to help change him now.
Mozzie and Neal slowly made their way to the door. Mozzie let Neal lean against the wall while he unlocked the various locks on the door.
Neal started slipping to the floor, but Mozzie caught him in time before he made it all the way. "Come on, we're almost there." He got a better hold of his injured friend and got him through the door before locking up and making his way down the empty hall.
Neal seemed to make some sort of noise every time he took a step with his injured leg, but he kept going. Somewhere in his fever-ridden mind, he must have known that wherever Mozzie was taking him, it was the right place to go.
After a long, painful walk down a staircase and to the car, both men were panting and sweating from exertion. Mozzie opened the passenger side door and helped Neal into the seat. Then he made his way around to the other side of the car, got in and started the engine.
He looked over to his friend and saw that he had already fallen into a restless sleep.
Mozzie put the car into drive and made his way to the hospital.
When they made it to the hospital, Neal woke up.
"Moz, where are we?" He asked groggily as he looked around the parking lot they were in.
Mozzie resisted rolling his eyes at his confused friend. "The hospital, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, remembering now. "Wait, what are we going to tell them? They have to report gunshot wounds."
"As much as it pains me, the truth. It was an accident," Mozzie said. "Oh yeah - your name is Nick Halden." Mozzie handed Neal his fake ID.
"Won't the police recognize that alias?"
"I didn't have time to make another one, so this is all we have, sorry. And I'm Dante Haversham. Remember to call me that, and not Mozzie."
"Ok. Wait, what about them tagging you?" Neal asked, possibly joking.
Mozzie took out something that looked like a remote control and pressed a few buttons on it. He then put it in his pocket and patted it. "I got that under control."
Neal nodded, looking both confused and amused.
"Ok, let's go," Mozzie said with a sigh.
Mozzie got out of the car and went around to the passenger side. Neal had the door open, but had made no move to get out without help.
Mozzie got him out and they slowly made their way to the emergency waiting room. Once there, Mozzie sat Neal down on one of the chairs, went to the nurse's desk and got a bunch of papers to fill out.
Neal dozed during most of the waiting, so he didn't know how long they had to wait, but he knew Mozzie could be very convincing when he needed to be.
A nurse pushing a wheelchair came up to them and said, "Mr. Halden? Can you come with me?" Her name tag said Marie.
Neal nodded, and with help from Mozzie and Marie, got in the wheelchair. Mozzie started to follow, but Marie stopped and shot him a questioning look. "I'm coming with you," Mozzie said. It was not a question.
Marie looked at Neal and he said "he can come." Marie nodded and pushed Neal down the hall and to a room with about twenty beds that had curtains around them to provide some privacy.
She helped him onto one of the beds and checked his breathing, temperature, blood pressure and heart rate. She asked him a few questions, said, "The doctor will see you soon," then left, closing the curtain as she did.
Neal turned to Mozzie and said "More waiting?"
"Someone will be here soon. You have a gunshot wound; that's more important than the sneezing kid and the guy who cut his hand that were in the waiting room with us," Mozzie explained.
Neal nodded, leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
After about ten minutes, a doctor in a white lab coat holding a clipboard opened the curtain. "Mr. Halden?" He asked. Neal nodded. "My name is Dr. Fisher," he said and looked at the clipboard. "It says here that you were shot in the thigh?" He said and raised an eyebrow and looked at him expectantly.
Mozzie spoke up. "It was an accident," he said.
"An accident?" Dr. Fisher questioned.
"Yes. I was unloading my gun when, uh, the bullet came out of the gun ... and went into Nick's leg," Mozzie explained with many hand gestures.
"You ... shot him?" The doctor asked.
Mozzie mentally rolled his eyes. Was his going to have to explain everything? "Yes."
Dr. Fisher seemed unsure but came up to Neal and said, "Can I look at your wound?" Neal nodded and struggled to get his sweatpants off. When he did, the doctor pulled off the bandage and winced. "Why didn't you come in earlier?"
"You guys have to report gunshot wounds. We didn't want to get in trouble," Neal said before Mozzie could stop him.
The doctor raised his eyebrows and said "Well, if it was an accident, then you won't get in trouble." He continued to inspect the wound. "Did you do the stitches yourself?" He asked Mozzie. "They look professional." He looked at Mozzie expectedly.
"I watch a lot of Grey's Anatomy," he said, as if that explained everything.
The doctor nodded, but didn't look convinced. "Well, it's definitely infected. We'll need to irrigate the wound and admit you to give you antibiotics," he explained.
Neal nodded and the doctor left to get things ready.
It only took about fifteen minutes for someone to come and get him and take him to a room where they hooked Neal up to a bunch of things that Mozzie hoped weren't tagging him.
Neal refused to wear the hospital gown that they wanted him to, something to do with it being ugly or some such nonsense, and eventually he got a nurse to give him a pair of blue scrubs instead.
Two police officers came by later that day, when Neal was a lot more sane of mind, and took their statements. They didn't see any discrepancies in the story they told and let them be.
Mozzie was sure to keep watch for any 'suits' that might be lurking about. One could never be too careful when it comes to The Man.
Nothing happened for two days, which Mozzie was grateful for. But the shit hit the fan on day three.
Mozzie was doing his usual random patrol around Neal's room when he saw a man in a Brooks Brothers suit that just screamed 'Fed.'
Inside, Mozzie's heart was racing, but he kept up a cool front as he discreetly read the lips on the suit and the doctor that he was talking to.
"Agent Peter Burke, FBI," the suit said as he held up his badge. (He knew he was a Fed!) "Can you tell me where Nick Halden is?"
'This is not good. Not good at all,' Mozzie thought to himself. He had to get Neal out of there before Agent Burke could find him.
Mozzie quickly ducked into a patient's room who was in a coma and pressed the code red button. Hopefully the doctors would get distracted enough with that and not answer the suit's questions.
Mozzie left the room through a different door and made his way to Neal's room.
Neal had been getting a lot better since he arrived, and the doctors said that he could leave the next day, but now that plan was out the window. Blasted suit.
Mozzie had stolen some antibiotics while no one was looking for just this occasion. he was pretty sure that the meds that Dustin gave them were expired. That would have explained why they didn't work. The meds that he grabbed were not.
When Mozzie got to Neal's room, Neal was sitting up and looking very bored. "Hey, Moz. Do you think-" Neal noticed the panicked look in his friend's eyes. "What's wrong?"
"The damn suits are here. We have to get out of here," Mozzie urged Neal as he walked over to the bed.
Neal put down the guardrail and carefully swung his legs off the bed. "Did you see them?" Neal asked.
"Of course I saw them. They're distracted, but they won't be for long," Mozzie said and grabbed the crutches that were leaning against the wall by the bed. He held them as Neal pulled out his IV and took the pulse ox off his finger. The pain medication helped a lot, but he was still in a lot of pain, so he really didn't like the idea of having not medication. But such luxuries were not an option at the moment.
Neal took the crutches, stood up and put them under his armpits. "Do you have a plan?" Neal asked. Mozzie usually had a plan, but Neal would like to know how crazy it was before he jumped into it head-first.
"Yes, I have a plan." Mozzie rolled his eyes. Of course he had a plan. "We walk out the door."
Neal just stared at him for a second. "That's it? We just walk out the door?" Neal almost yelled. "Do you even know where the Feds are right now?"
"Uh, no."
"You had two days to come up with a plan, and this is what you come up with?!"
"Well, what do you suggest? Tie together bed sheets and climb out the window?"
Neal looked over to the window, then to the bed. They were on the third floor and the window was big enough to fit through, but there may not be enough bed sheets….
"No! Stop!" Mozzie said and snapped his fingers at Neal. "Stop thinking of stupid plans that would get us killed!"
"Your plan's not much better, Moz."
"Ok, so what do we do?"
Neal stopped and thought for a minute. The medication he had been taking was clouding his usually sharp mind. "Ok, I have a plan," he told Mozzie. "You go out and pull the fire alarm. In the confusion, we slip out and get the hell out of dodge."
Mozzie nodded and turned to the door. "Why didn't I think of that?" Mozzie muttered to himself as he left.
A few seconds later, alarms were going off and Neal waited a few more seconds before he went to the door. He suddenly stopped when he realized that the door was self-closing. He couldn't open the door with the crutches, but couldn't put them down.
'Well this was a stupid door for a hospital,' Neal thought as he tried to figure out if he could stay standing with only one crutch.
A solution showed its self in the form of a pretty young nurse by the name of Vicki opening the door.
"What's happening?" Neal asked, playing the part of the worried patient.
"It's probably nothing, but we need to evacuate the building. Can you come with me?" She asked nicely.
"Yeah, ok," he said and hobbled out while she held the door open.
Neal looked down the halls to see doctors, nurses and patients everywhere. Neal inwardly smiled. This plan could really work.
Vicki was ushering him toward the door to the stairs when he saw no one other than Peter Burke looking right at him.
He seemed a little shocked, but mostly excited to be that close to catching The Neal Caffrey.
Neal flashed him a wide grin and bolted the other direction. Neal could hear Peter yelling for him to stop, but he was not going to jail today. "No thanks, Agent Burke!" He yelled.
Neal turned a corner and nearly ran into Mozzie. "Why are you running?!" Mozzie yelled as Neal went around him and he followed.
"He spotted me," Neal panted. Behind him, Mozzie cursed.
Suddenly there was a loud crash. Neal turned briefly and saw that Mozzie had knocked down a cart of medical supplies. Peter was a few feet behind, but now he had to stop to get around the obstacle.
"Nice one, Moz," Neal said breathlessly. The run was really taking it out of him.
They turned around another corner and saw the elevators. Unfortunately, the elevators were shut down when the fire alarms went off. They were going to have to take the stairs. That was not going to be an easy thing to do on crutches.
The door to the stairs were at the end of the hall. Neal looked back again and saw that Peter was catching up.
Mozzie moved a gurney that was against the wall into the FBI agent's way in order to slow him down a little more.
They made it to the stairway door and Mozzie held it open for Neal. Neal went through and Mozzie followed, shutting the door just as Peter made it there. Mozzie held the door closed as the agent tried to pull it open.
Neal weighed their options in his head for a second, then leaned against the wall and shoved one of his crutches behind the push bar in order to jam the door.
"Aren't you going to need that?" Mozzie asked.
"You can be my other crutch," Neal replied, and beckoned Mozzie closer.
Mozzie came over to his friend and pulled Neal's arm across his shoulders. "I wasn't kidding when I said you're heavier than you look," Mozzie commented as they made their way to the top of the steps.
Neal smiled. "All muscle," he said, and they started their awkward descent down the flight of stairs.
It wasn't an easy feat. There were quite a few people on the stairs who were trying to evacuate the building, but they slowly made it down the two flights of stairs and out the door to the emergency waiting room. By the time they made it all the way down, Neal's leg was throbbing painfully.
The hospital was now a scene of controlled chaos. Doctors, nurses and patients were all making their way to the exits and Mozzie and Neal easily blended in the crowd and made it out to the parking lot.
"Where'd you park the car?" Neal asked.
"This way." Mozzie steered them to the right and soon they were at the car.
Neal turned and saw Peter running toward them. "Caffrey!" He yelled.
Mozzie let go of Neal so he could lean against the passenger side door as Mozzie unlocked the car and ran around to the driver's side. The doors unlocked and both men jumped into the car.
"Come on, Moz," Neal urged.
"That tone won't make me go any faster," Mozzie said as he started up the car and pulled out of the parking spot.
Neal turned around to look behind them. Peter made it just in time to watch as they drove out of the parking lot and to the street. He was on his radio, yelling angrily into it. Neal smiled and waved. And Neal could have sworn he saw a small smile on the agent's face.
Neal looked forward again and smiled. Peter Burke was outsmarted by Neal Caffrey once again.
"And then we drove off into the sunset," Neal said, as he finished off the last bit of his wine.
"I still can't believe Mozzie shot you," Peter said and shook his head.
"It was an accident, and it healed completely," Neal told him.
"Did you ever find out what happened to Dustin?" Peter asked.
Neal nodded. "Yeah. His mom got in an accident and he had to leave town. It turned out that she was just rear-ended, but the nurse who called him didn't tell him that. She just said that she was in an accident. Unfortunately, in his rush to pack, he left one of his burner phones."
"That's what happens when you have more than one phone," Peter said.
"Well, if the Feds just kept their noses out of where they don't belong, then people like Dustin wouldn't have to have more than one phone," Neal explained with a feigned harsh tone.
Peter smiled and thought of the story Neal just told him, then suddenly thought of something. "You said that Mozzie would get rid of the gun. Did he?"
"The police only wanted to see it and its proper paperwork, but Mozzie just gave both to them. Said that it was dangerous and he didn't want it anymore."
"And I'm sure the paperwork was legitimate," Peter said with a knowing look.
"Of course! Neither me nor Mozzie would ever forge legal documents," Neal replied with a smirk.
Peter took one last swig of beer and stood up. "Well, we didn't figure out where Sawyer is hiding out, but I don't think this night was wasted."
Neal got up as well and walked Peter to the door of his apartment. "I agree. He'll come out soon enough and we'll catch him. Until then." Neal looked out the door that led to his balcony where he could see the sun beginning to rise. He looked back at Peter. "I think we both could use some sleep."
Peter nodded in agreement. "Good thinking. I'll see you later," Peter said and left.
Neal walked over to his bed and sat down. He looked down at his tracking anklet and smiled. Peter Burke may have outsmarted Neal Caffrey in the end, but Neal was ok with the result.
The End!
'Soupe poulet et nouilles' is chicken noodle soup in French.
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