Author's Note: Well, today I must be majorly motivated/inspired because this is the third chapter to a story that I've written.

Neal: ~grumbles~ I didn't give you any motivation…

Me: How much do you want to bet?

Neal: My life.

Me: I wouldn't bet that if I were you Neal. Especially with the way your condition is in this story…

Neal: Ooops, forgot about that… quite confusing me with multiple updates. You're jumbling up all of my thoughts.

Me: Obviously. But I did give you a break in the last update.

Neal: True, but that still doesn't mean I forgive y-

Me: ~~holds up a cookie, Neal's eyes light up~~

Neal: ~~takes cookie and munches happily~~

Well now that Neal is satisfied (for now) on with the story!

Previously:

Peter reached into his pocket and flipped his cell phone open. He pressed the speed dial for El's number. Peter told her to call 911 for cops and a bus. He had decided to have her call because he didn't want to try to do two things at the same time while attempting to take care of his friend.

Neal's breathing sounded a little bit better until the younger man had a horrendous coughing fit. The coughs were wet and deep causing Peter to frown in concern. He patted Neal on the back and did his best to help the younger man through the spasm while tears of pain leaked out of his partner's eyes.

When Neal pulled his hand away after the last cough Peter gasped in surprise. Shit…

The palm of Neal's hand was covered in blood. Blood that hadn't been there before the coughing fit…

"Neal? Hang in there buddy." Peter consoled his partner as he tried his best not to show the rising tide of panic that he felt welling up inside of him. He knew that the consultant could choose to just give up, to let it all go any minute.

Personally, he wouldn't blame the kid but as an FBI Agent about to lose the best damn partner he had ever had he would be pissed. But even then, he knew that he would only act pissed as a way to try and mask the anguish within.

Peter felt Neal attempt to readjust himself into a different position and did his best to assist his partner. He figured that Neal's back was probably aching from the awkward position that they were in and he agreed with that completely. His own back was aching almost as much as the arm that was looped under Neal's and pressed vertically against the younger man's mid-section.

He felt Neal shudder and then attempt to roll to the side; Peter grunted and was forced to gently make the younger man stay in place. Neal's agitated whimper tore at his heart but he kept the hold that he had on the younger man. Neal attempted to roll again, the movement was more panicked and desperate this time and Peter almost let him out of surprise. He hadn't expected Neal to be this strong especially considering the amount of blood loss and the damage of the other injuries that had been sustained.

Neal was hurting. No hurting was a major understatement as he felt his abdomen contract again. Peter's arm was pressing down on the injuries but that wasn't what was causing the major pain. No, that would be his stomach area, his insides, yes, those were what was causing the searing agony to rip through him. Agony that was attempting to keep him from breathing, to keep him from wanting to survive.

He felt something creep up his throat again and he coughed as he attempted to swallow it. For a minute the feeling subsided but then it came back again and Neal, realizing what it was, attempted to roll out of Peter's arms. The younger man wanted, no needed to get away from Peter. Not because he wanted Peter to leave, rather it was because he didn't want Peter to leave. He needed the since of security that radiated out of the older man, after all, Peter was the only reason as to why Neal had been so stubbornly fighting to stay awake for so long.

But Neal didn't want to disgust the older agent. Didn't want to spill his guts all over the older man but when Peter forced him to stay where he was Neal had to fight against the panic that was blossoming within his chest. The metallic tasting liquid filled his mouth before he was able to swallow with a disgusted grimace.

Once again Neal tried to escape his friend's grasp but found himself unable to. He got close to accomplishing the escape but Peter recovered from his surprise fast enough to restrain him again.

Whimpering, Neal attempted to communicate with Peter, tried to tell Peter that he needed to let go for just a minute. That if Peter didn't let go then he would be puked on and if Peter was like any other individual, being puked on wouldn't be considered very fun.

A flash of regret flickered through Neal as he rammed his head back against Peter's chest, driving the air out of his mentor. He writhed out of the weakened grasp and with a loud hacking noise, up-chucked the contents of his stomach.

Blood, the vile liquid he had tasted was all made up of blood and some other watery substance. Which told him that he was bleeding into his peritoneum and that meant that he was in for a crap load of trouble.

Gentle hands ran over his back and Neal shivered in spite of his efforts to not too. He could hear Peter's voice whispering something to him but Neal couldn't make out what the agent was saying. He gasped as he felt another tremor rack through his body and then his stomach heaved as the organ sought to push out the unwanted liquid that had pooled up inside of it. The pain was incredible; Neal had already thought that it had been bad enough before, that it couldn't get any worse. He had been wrong, so wrong. Now every single minute shift that his body made resulted in pain so intense it would make the edges of his vision turn black.

Peter was getting ready to flip him back over and that was the last thing Neal wanted him to do. The ex-con artist didn't think that he would be able to handle it if the agent did flip him. He was afraid that he would end up giving into the blackness. Neal protested with a weak grunt as he attempted to evade the hands that were reaching for him. The movement proved itself to be too much for his weakened body and Neal collapsed, the pain easing from his mind as he gave into the darkness.

The FBI agent watched in horror as the blood poured out of his partner's mouth. The steady stream of life saving liquid gathered into a frothy pool underneath Neal's face and Peter gently supported his friend to keep him from face planting in the mess. Neal seemed to relax before shuddering violently.

"Neal?" Peter inquired hoping that his friend would be able to answer him. The only reply he got was a pained moan and then a gagging noise as his partner threw up more blood.

"Gosh Neal, you really had to get yourself done a new one didn't you? You couldn't just half do it but get it done full out." Peter ranted in concern as he felt another weak spasm pass through his friend's body. There was a pained whimper and Neal's arms shook alarmingly.

Peter wrapped an arm under the younger man's stomach gently placed his other hand on Neal's shoulder. Tensing slightly he began to pull Neal onto his back. The ex-con artist protested the movement with a cry and tried to push away from Peter. The agent was surprised but was able to catch Neal when the consultant's eyes rolled to the back of his head and collapsed. Peter gently flipped Neal back over onto his back deciding it would be best if he performed the movement while the younger man was still unconscious.

"Peter?" El's voice echoed down the hallway as she followed the blood trails knowing that she needed to find out how to get to her husband and friend before the paramedics arrived. And it would be a while before the paramedics got here; the nearest hospital was almost forty-five minutes away and when she had called. The only response that she got was her echo and she continued her way down the hall.

After what had felt like for ever but in reality had only been five minutes, El found a portion of the wall open. "PETER?" She yelled his name so that he could hear her if he was in there.

"El?" Peter called her name back, his voice sounding worried and confused.

That was the only thing El needed to make up her mind, she strode forward at a jog into the tunnel and didn't stop until she came to mouth of it. She gasped audibly when she saw Neal cradled in her husband's arms. There was a large puddle of…something… a few feet away from the two men and Neal's torso looked slick and shiny.

El hurried over to where they were and crouched down next to her husband. Her wide eyes traveled along the battered body of her friend before meeting Peter's gaze. "How bad is it?" She asked her voice wavering.

Peter looked away, refusing to meet her pleading gaze. He knew that she was pleading for him to tell her that it wasn't as bad as it looked, that Neal was going to be fine.

But Peter couldn't do that because Peter didn't know.

El blinked heavily when Peter didn't answer and she leant over and kissed him on the cheek in an effort to show her support. She gave Peter a hug and felt him relax as he leaned into her embrace. Her husband was shaking with the various emotions that were coursing through his system and she looked up at him lovingly.

"He'll pull through this."

They both new the statement wasn't a fact; rather it was just the opposite. It was a hope.

El sat with Peter for a while before she realized that she needed to go back outside. With a small sigh of reluctance she ran delicate hands through Neal's hair one last time before she got up. "I'll be back with help." She told Peter when she was standing by the mouth of the tunnel. Once El saw Peter nod, she took one last look at Neal and left.

Peter sighed as watched his wife disappear down the tunnel and looked down at the man cradled in his arms. Pressing his forehead against Neal's, Peter breathed in deeply, his eyes closed as he prayed for God to spare his partner's life.

He felt Neal stir slightly and Peter lifted his head, eyes searching his partner, trying to figure out how to help him. "Neal…" Peter breathed his friend's name hopefully, desperately wanting the younger man to open his eyes, to get up and tell him that he was fine. Hell for all I care the kid can lift my wallet and that would make me happy. Peter knew without a doubt that he would have let the young ex-criminal get away with the act if Neal really did take advantage of the moment to pick his pocket.

There was a small, pained whimper and Neal shifted his head so that his cheek was resting against Peter's stomach/lower chest. Peter felt his heart flutter as he hope that Caffrey was starting to come to. He was well aware of the fact that coming round would put Neal into an immense amount of pain, but the silence and lack of communication from his partner was wearing Peter's self control down.

"Neal?" The persistent voice continued to penetrate through the thick soup that one Neal Caffrey found to be flooding his mind. He liked the darkness because it kept the pain away.

"Come on Neal." The voice interrupted the peace once more and Neal shifted his head to the side in annoyance. Why wouldn't that voice just go away?

"Caffrey come on, please!" Neal groaned in annoyance before he began to recognize the voice that so adamantly insisted that he wake up. It was Peter.

But why was Peter bothering him like this? Couldn't his friend tell that being awake hurt and that Neal didn't like it?

Suddenly he felt hands grab him, felt his body being turned and Neal couldn't help the raw scream of pain as he returned to a consciousness that deserved to have a big greeting sign saying "Welcome back to Hell".

The movement stopped and Neal took a few shuddering breaths, feeling like a fish out of water. He coughed, his stomach seizing as it was upset. Then a liquid traveled up his throat and filled his mouth with a familiar metallic taste. Neal groaned knowing that was about to happen would hurt more than he cared for it to.

With a loud hacking noise, Neal leaned away from the bodies attached to the hands that were holding him as his stomach emptied itself once more of its unwanted contents.

There were loud exclamations of surprise and concern. Neal struggle uselessly when he failed to recognize the owners of the voices. Then Peter was there, Peter was holding his hand and telling him that everything would be ok. That Neal would be alright and he would never have to come back here no matter what might happen in the future. Neal felt himself relax as a familiar hand mussed his hair.

Peter was here and Neal knew that the older man's presence meant safety and security. If Peter was telling him that everything would be ok then it would. With a soft sigh Neal closed his eyes and let the darkness take him once more, blissfully unaware of the panicked shouts and frenzied administrations that the action caused.

Author's Note: I'm so excited! Third chapter for a story to be written completly and uploaded today! I will warn you guys not to expect this to happen to much though guys, I just happened to have an enormous amount of creativity that had been bottled up all week during school that needed to be released. Yay for Neal whump! ~~stuffs cookie into Neal's mouth to keep him from interrupting~~ I hope you guys enjoyed the latest installment and just to clear up some of the questions you guys asked here are some answers:

1) Is the Man in the White Suit the man that shot Neal and got his butt kicked by Peter?

(Answer): No that was not the Man in the White Suit. That was his male accomplice mentioned in one of the earlier chapters. The Man in the White Suit should be making an appearance in the next chapter though.

2) Will Mozzie be in this fanfiction?

(Answer:) Yuppers, our favorite /paranoid/ little guy will also be making an appearance in the next chapter and boy will he tongue-lash Peter and Hughes when he sees them!

3) What happened to the rest of the inmates?

(Answer:) The didn't feel like searching for a snitch and decided to use the opportunity to escape. They are now running rampant in the streets.

Neal: Can I say something now?

Me: No.

Neal: ~crosses arms and holds up a sign~

Me: Sorry Neal, but they can't read your sign sweetie!

Neal:Well make it so they can.

Me: Nope, its kind of rude... Anyways please leave me a review guys!

Neal: Nooo, please have some pity on me and don't encourage her twisted mind!

Me: LALALALALALa... Can't hear you Neal.

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