Medically this may not make sense but yeah. Anyway, Enjoy!
Warning: Dark themes to come.
Diary of a CajoleMan
As I lay on the floor Peter cleaned up as much of the glass as he could and then answered the door. I sighed and the doctor gave me a once over then somehow I end up on the bed. I drift in and out of conciousness and when I open my eyes fully again, the throb is gone and the sun is up. Joseph is asleep on the couch and Peter is dozing in a chair at the table.
"Peter." I whisper and he shakes his head, picking up the chair and moving it to my side.
"Neal. The doctor said you overexhausted yourself. It's alright. Just need some sleep. Since you didn't hit your head when you fell he said you should be fine. After reviewing your medical records he said you'll be fine in three to four days." Peter smiles.
"So, no work then?" I said.
"No work. Maybe you can glance at the files." Peter pats the bed and turns to Joseph.
"He can take today off. He hasn't slept all night." Peter shakes his head.
"I know. We were playing chess." I close my eyes and rest my head on the pillow.
"I have to head to work. It's 8:00 am now. I'll call at noon." Peter whispered.
"Bye, Peter." I say.
"Bye, Neal." Peter says.
"Bye, Agent Burke." I grin and look over to Joseph who hasn't opened his eyes but is grinning.
"Uh, bye, Joseph." Peter left and We busted out laughing.
"How are you?" Joseph asks.
"I'm a lot better. Peter left some files if you want to look over them." I motion to the table. He had intended for me to look at them but he is bored.
"S-sure. M-maybe after I sleep for a while." Joseph nods and I close my eyes, hearing him ajust and fall back asleep. I slowly reach in the end table next to my bed and pull a computer out of the drawer. I pull up a search, one I am not supposed to have, and put Joseph's name in.
Joseph Krow Age seventeen. Put in foster care at age eight under the name Jonas Moreau. Name legally changed when he was first taken into a home. He requested it out of fear of someone finding him. He takesthe last name of whoever he is with.
Also Known As:
Joseph Stanton
Joseph Lawler
Joe Greene
Joseph Aeron
Frequesnt runner.
I only read the important details but I only see one thing. Moreau. Kate. In one of the captions I read, Mother deseased. Father unknown.
I had just started seeing Kate around the time he was supposedly in her care. Could he even be...? It has been so long since then, four years since I last saw much longer before then that we first met. I glance at Joseph who is on his side, curled up in fetal position on the couch.
"Joseph." I close the computer and sit it on the endtable," Joseph!" I threw a piece of paper at him from the table.
"What!" He sat up irritably.
"I need to go see someone. Want to come?" I ask, sitting up and throwing the covers off. I had on the suit pants and shirt from the day before. I had never changed.
"Are you sure that's a g-good idea?" Joseph shook sleep from his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I'll be fine. It's a friend. He'll make sure I'm fine. We can't go very far." I wiggle the anklet on my left ankle.
"Alright. L-let m-me g-go ch-change." joseph slowly makes his way out of my apartment and to his room. I take out my phone and dial the familiar number. The one Moz said he was going to get rid of everytime I called but he never has.
"The bluebird..." I hear the familiar voice start.
"Moz..." I sigh.
"Neal! Why do you do that! Every time!" He shouts to the phone.
"Hey, sorry. Not feeling up to it. Sorry." I smile at him as he starts to rant," I am sorry. Ok, Moz. Moz. Mozzie!" I can't help but laugh.
"What, Neal?" We havn't spoken since the treasure and I can't tell if he's angry or ashamed. He shouldn't be either.
"I need to talk to you, Moz." I get serious.
"Neal, I can't be at your beck and call all the time." Mozzie said.
"Come on. I have someone who wants to meet you . You're not going to believe this."
"Where." He sighs again.
"The Cafe. You know which one." I smile.
"Who is it, Neal? Not another Suit, right?" Mozzie asks.
"Not another Suit. A kid. He beat me at chess, Moz." I walk into my closet and start to undress.
"Oh, I do need to meet him." He tries to hide his excitement.
"You will. See you then."
"Bye, Neal. don;t try this line again. I'm going to throw this phone out." He threatens.
"Alright,Moz." I dress then walk back out to the kitchen, throwing the phone into my jacket pocket then throwing the jacket on.
"Ready t-to go." I spin and see Joseph waiting in the doorway.
"Yeah. Come on." I lead him down the stairs and smile at June, who is just returning from walking her dog," Bye, June." Ii kiss her cheek.
"Neal, you know Peter told me to talk you out of going anywhere." She states.
"Yeah. We both know I'll do anything you ask." I grin.
"Be safe, Neal. Nice to see you Joseph." She nods to him and he lifts one hand to wave then shoves them both into his pants pockets. We walk quietly a few blocks and then I see Mozzie waiting in front of the Cafe.
"Neal. Coffee?" He leads us in and we sit at the normal table in the corner near the back window.
"I'll go order for us." I say but Joseph touches the back of my chair.
"N-no, I'll d-do it. write down what you want. D-don't want you walking more than n-needed." He took the napkin from us and walked over to the counter.
"Neal, he looks like..." Mozzie starts, leaning over to me.
"Kate." I whisper.
"No. I thought he looked like you. Who is he?" I am shocked at his revelation.
"Uh, He's Joseph Krow. He's helping us with the paintings case. You know the one." I gesture and sit back.
"Yeah, I know, but who is he?" Mozzie insists.
"Kate's son." I whisper to my chest.
"Kate's what? Does that mean he's?" He gestures to me.
"I don't know. Couldn't tell you. After we first met we didn't see eachother very often. There were sometimes months we missed eachother." I shook my head, still looking at my chest.
"Uh, Neal." Mozzie points and I look up to See Joseph's eyes widen and he drops the coffee's in his hands. I look at the door and see two very recognizable men then I look back and Joseph leaps over the counter and through the back door into the kitchen. I duck below the table and hide behind Mozzie's legs.
"Did they see me?" I whisper. Mozzie shakes his head barely.
"Go around back. The kitechen opens to the back alley. He's the one that we took the paintings from. Go. He had two coffee's. He's here with someone." I hear. He was the gunman that hit me. I recognised his voice. I tap Mozzie's leg and he stands up.
"Fire! Fire!" He shouts and everyone stands up and starts to file to the door. I stand and file past the man without him even noticeing then I run to the alley. Joseph is standing at the back of it, pressed up against the brick wall of the dead end. The man in black is talking to him and I can see the gun glinting at his side. I see another in the holster at his hip. I dial my phone and wait.
"Burke." Peter answers.
"Peter don't hang up." I whisper then mute it so he can hear what's going on but no one can hear him. I slowly walk up behind the man when he flings his arm up to point the gun at Joseph, who is shaking.
"I didn't know they were fakes!" Joseph shouts.
"Lier! Where are the real ones?" He yells at Joseph. I slip the gun from his waist band and step into his view to his right. There is about three feet between me and him.
"Ah, Daddy comes to save the day. Shoot me." He laughs. Joseph starts to lower his hands to his sides.
"Don't move. I don't want to hurt you but I will." I try to sound brave but Joseph is in danger.
"The time is set, Joseph." The ma laughs and cocks the gun.
"Peter, don't make me do this." I shout. The man raises an eyebrow.
"Peter? Who's Peter?" He shakes his head then I see Joseph's hand flick and somthing silver inbeds itself in the man's side. He grabs it and then tries to pull the trigger and I shoot the gun out of his hand. Joseph screams and covers his ears, sliding to the ground and the man fall on his back with a loud 'thump' and I see the knife in his side. I hear sirens and turn my back to the entrance of the alley, the gun hanging from my hand loosely up in the air.
The gun is taken from my hand and my hands are cuffed behind me," Neal, don't say anything." It's Peter behind me. I nod and glance at Joseph. He is curled up in a ball,, holding his ears,"Get Joseph, Diana." He starts to lead me away.
"Why are you shaking so bad, Neal?" He asks.
"I don't know." I lie.
"It's all right. We'll clear this up at headquarters. The arrest isn't formal. Get in the car."
"I wonder." I smile as he lowers me into the car.
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