Mozzie gulped.
Immediately he tightened his protective hold on Neal's arm. With his eyes still on their kidnapper, he knew Neal was still unconscious since the conman didn't move.
"I've waited for this day along time Moz. A VERY long time." The gunman hissed. "To see you two begging for your lives. To be the ones on the screwed side for once." Mozzie eyed the intruder make their way around the edges of the room, leaving the door open. Honestly, I only hoped for Caffrey, but to get you thrown in as an added bonus...ah! It is a dream come true."
"For a criminal you do a lot of hoping and dreaming. You're most likely hoping that you magically get the knowledge how to use that gun." Mozzie shot back, trying his best to "do what Neal would do" as his friend had instructed him when he had to meet with June's financial adviser. He watched as the gunman raised, aimed, cocked and shot the weapon at a spot on the wall close to his head. The short man jumped but quickly regained composer.
Damn. That's the last time I do something that Neal would do. He thought.
"You know, Neal's known for his tongue, not you. I'd keep it that way. Otherwise...well you've seen the trouble Caffrey's gotten himself into. You don't want the same scars as him do you?"
Mozzie clenched his fists, one down by his side and the other on Neal's arm, but said nothing, as he thought of all the injuries he had saved Neal from.
"I knew you'd see it my way." The gunman said with a smirk. "Well, I've got somewhere to be-"
"Yeah, prison." A deadly voice came from the doorway. Both the intruder and Mozzie quickly turned their heads to the source. A small, relieved smile found it's way across Mozzie's face.
Oh thank God, the suit! Wait...man, I've been around Neal too much. The short, bald man pondered as he cautiously watched Peter Burke and their kidnapper point loaded guns at each other.
"Peter Burke. How nice of you to stop by. Can't say I'm surprised you found us. Looking for your dog and his flea, I presume?" The gunman motioned towards the unconscious Neal and Mozzie with the gun. Peter quickly stepped between the two men and the gun, still pointing his own at the attacker.
"Maria Flametta. The last time I saw you, you were being arrested for stealing a precious Bible and shooting at Neal."
"If it's any conciliation I haven't done either of those this time. Well...yet. I was just getting to your unconscious dog over there. But I think we both know I don't have to shoot him for him to die considering he's over half way there, so the doctors said." Maria smirked.
"Oh trust me, if he dies, you'll be begging me to put you in prison." Peter hissed. Mozzie's smirked grew wider from behind the suit. Sometimes it's good to have a kick ass FBI agent on your side.
"Ooh, should Elizabeth be jealous?" Maria shot back while batting her eyes and grinning but quickly stopped both.
"You leave my wife out of this and drop your weapon or the only person who is going to be jealous is you of the people whose brains aren't shot out by my gun." Peter said in such a low tone that Maria wavered doing as she was told but quickly regained composer when she caught movement from behind Peter.
The agent saw Maria look past him and when he heard Haversham quietly speak Neal's name and the conman himself give a small moan followed by coughing and wheezing. He couldn't stop himself from turning his head slightly to check on Neal out of the corner of his eye.
"Haversham! Help him!" Peter ordered angrily when he saw Neal laying curled on his side struggling to breathe and Mozzie just sitting there startled. Worry and his inner instinct to protect Neal diminished the agent instincts and Peter took his eyes of Maria for a split second. Unfortunately, Maria found her window of opportunity.
The sound of gunfire rang through the air and the sound of high heels running against the concrete floor followed by a door slam. Mozzie and a weary Neal turned to see Peter lying on the floor, Maria gone and the door closed once more.
Peter? Neal's drowsy mind processed. He couldn't figure out why Peter was there or why Peter was lying on the ground like him or why there was gunfire. Suddenly Neal was put it together. Peter had been shot.
"P`ter!" Neal horsely yelled as he scrambled to get over to the fallen agent. He managed to get to his hands and knees after falling several times. "P`ter!"
"Neal. Neal. Stop! Stop it!" Mozzie yelled trying to get Neal to calm down knowing about Neal's heart after the poison he was injected with.
"N-no. No! Peter... he..." Neal pleaded as he inched his way closer to the fallen agent but the pain in his chest was becoming more severe and his breaths were getting shorter.
Knowing Neal wouldn't stop until he knew Peter was okay Mozzie stopped trying to make sure Neal was okay and bent down next to Peter and shook him.
"Hey, Suit! Burke! Come on, get up!"
Slowly Peter stirred and sat up with a groan. Mozzie and Peter shared a smile before turning to look at Neal who was starring at them with wide, confused eyes.
"You..you were shot. How...Why?.." Neal's breaths were getting even shorter now and he started to panic at the sudden tightness of his chest. He watched Peter come in front of him and take him by the shoulders. The agent was talking to him but he couldn't hear anything as unconsciousness claimed him once again.
AN: I apologize for leaving this story for so long and leaving everyone of you hanging! I know how I am going to wrap this story up and I'll be working on it the next few days when I get the chance so I swear you won't have to wait that long for an update! Thanks for reading and review to let me know what you think :)