Just so you all know I'm still working on Blast From the Past, I've kinda hit a road block though. I'm trying to make the confrontation as epic as I can, so I keep tweaking it and will continue to tweak it until I think it's perfect! Ok sorry here's the next chapter. It's a little intense and I feel bad for Neal!

Afsu: I just want to thank you again for your review. It really was an eye opener, and I'm sorry your views on Kylie have changed. I hope my future chapters can help restore some liking of her! Keep reviewing please, I love hearing all feedback!

Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar people! Jeese!

"No Peter. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Come on Neal, I've waited long enough,"

"No," Neal kept walking towards the café they were currently heading to. Peter followed close behind, continuing to pester the younger man.

"You told me about your dad, just tell me a little something about your mom," Peter asked again, smiling. Neal rolled his eyes.

"Peter, I've already said no about 20 times. I'm not gonna say it again," Neal turned a corner, the café finally in sight. He and Peter were eating out for lunch after a long morning of mortgage fraud cases. Neal had pleaded with Peter to let them go out for lunch, and Peter and willingly obliged. He was getting sick of the office as much as the con man.

"So you'll tell me?" Peter rounded the corner behind Neal, who spun around, startling the agent.

"Not on your life Peter. And if you keep asking me, I'll make sure that photo of you with your Magnum moustache reaches every division of the FBI," Neal threatened. Peter's smile dropped.

"I can still put you back in jail," he shot back. Neal sighed.

"Still using that threat Peter? I thought you'd have something better by now," he smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I don't need anything better. It's true," Peter took his stance, hands on his hips. The two squared off for a few moments before Neal abruptly turned back towards the café across the street.

"I'm hungry. Come on, the walk sign's on," he nodded towards the little white man lighting up the sigh across the street. Without waiting for Peter, Neal stepped into the street, heading towards his lunch destination. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he followed him. That's when he noticed the blue Toyota speeding down the street, and a few things happened simultaneously. Peter's world slowed down and he watched everything as if he was underwater. The Toyota had no intentions of stopping at the red light. Neal didn't see the car coming until it was too late. Peter saw the car hit the brakes at the last second, but it was going too fast. Peter yelled Neal's name, but nothing would stop the car. Peter watched helplessly as Neal turned to the car, arms held out, and was hit. He rolled off the hood of the car and landed next to the now stopped vehicle, the driver rushing out of the seat.

"NEAL!" Peter shouted, sprinting to the middle of the street. As soon as he got there, he knelt down to the still man. "Neal?" he asked, too nervous to touch him. He didn't want to cause more damage. Neal didn't respond; he was unconscious. Peter gently took his wrist and checked his pulse after barking at the driver to call 911.

"Right, ok, shit man, I didn't even see him, I mean he came out of nowhere," the guy tried to explain frantically. Peter ignored him and focused on Neal's pulse, which was very low. His breathing was staggered, and Peter forced himself to stay calm. Less than five minutes later, which felt like hours to Peter, the paramedics arrived. They quickly surrounded Neal and checked him over. Peter refused to leave the scene even though he couldn't understand anything the doctors were saying. They strapped Neal to a gurney and lifted him into an ambulance. Peter followed by his friend, and was about to climb into the back of the vehicle until a man stopped him.

"Are you family?" he asked warily. Peter gave him a cold stare.

"I'm close enough," he growled. The man looked him over, and then nodded, allowing Peter to climb in the ambulance. The ride to the hospital was painfully slow, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off Neal's figure. He looked so small next to all the IVs and wires they had put on him. He only caught a few words like 'broken' and 'stable' which lead him to believe Neal was going to be relatively ok. Stable was good, right? Finally, they arrived at the emergency room, and Peter was forced to wait outside in the waiting room as they wheeled Neal off to do their medical things. Peter paced in the room, and then realized what he had forgotten to do. He whipped out his cell, and dialed his wife's number.

"Hey hon," her cheery voice answered, "How are things going?"

"Neal's been in an accident," Peter choked out.

"Oh my God, is he ok? Where are you? What happened?" she asked frantically.

"I don't know, the Hospital on 53rd. He was hit by a car," Peter rallied off.

"I'll be right there," Elizabeth assured.

"Wait, can you pick up the kid from school too?" he asked, remembering Kylie.

"Of course," she answered. "See you soon," and then she hung up. Peter pressed 'end', and then remembered someone else he had to call. Scrolling through his contacts, he found the one number he was told to call only in emergencies. He pressed 'call' and waited.

"Who is this?" a paranoid voice answered.

"It's Peter," he said.

"Ah, hello suit. This must be an emergency. What has Neal gotten himself into now?" Mozzie asked.

"He's been in an accident. He was hit by a car," Peter quickly explained. The other line was quiet.

"Where is he?"

"Hospital on 53rd," Peter told him. Not a second later, the line went dead. Peter put his phone away and slumped into a chair with his head in his hands. God this was his fault. How could he have not seen the car coming? Why didn't he stop Neal from crossing the street? Maybe he shouldn't have pestered him so much about his mom. Peter leaned back in his chair and hit his head against the wall. He should've done something. Anything. He felt so helpless, just sitting in the waiting room. 10 minutes later, Elizabeth rushed into the room, and Peter stood up to gather her in his arms.

"Is he ok honey?" she asked through gulps of air.

"I think so," Peter shook his head, "But I haven't seen him since the ride here," He looked down at Elizabeth who was looking up at him with big eyes. "Where's the kid?"

"She was right behind me," Elizabeth turned around to look for Kylie who was nowhere in sight. "Maybe she's still outside." She suggested. Peter let go of Elizabeth.

"I'll go look for her," he headed out the door after giving Elizabeth a quick peck on the cheek. Once he got outside, he immediately saw the teen sitting on a bench, a familiar man sitting next to her.

"Oh, hi suit," Mozzie looked up warily. Kylie's head remained down, looking at the ground.

"Hey Moz. Kylie," he walked over to the pair. "Why aren't you two inside?"

"Well you know my phobia of hospitals," Mozzie explained, "And Kylie was keeping me company."

"Why don't you wait inside with El, Moz," Peter suggested. Mozzie stood up, arms spread.

"Did you not just hear what I said? Hello, fear of hospitals!" he said in disbelief. Peter gave him a stern look, which helped Moz understand what he was really saying. "Fine. I'll wait with Mrs. Suit," he stomped to the entrance, hesitating at the door, and then finally taking baby steps until he was inside. Peter sighed at the man, and then took his now empty seat on the bench.

"Hey Ky," he said.

"Hey Peter," she sniffed. He looked down at her and saw she was crying. Oh boy. He thought.

"Are you ok?" he asked hesitantly. Kylie looked up at him and gave him a classic 'really Peter, really?' look. He smiled. "Right, stupid question," he folded his hands in his lap. "Neal's gonna be ok you know."

"You're not a doctor," she mumbled.

"You're right, I'm not. Which is why if you want to hear that coming from a trained professional's mouth, we need to go inside," Peter nudged her. She gave a small laugh.

"Right," she wiped away her tears. "But Peter, what if…he's not ok?" she asked quietly. Peter let out a breath.

"Kylie," he said, causing her to look at him, "this is Neal we're talking about. Neal Caffrey. Remember that," he stood up, offering her a hand. She smiled and gently took it. As he pulled her to a standing position, she flew forward and hugged him around his midsection. He stood there, a little taken off guard, before finally hugging back. She pulled away and wiped away fresh tears.

"Thanks Peter," she smiled. He smiled back.

"Anytime. Now, let's go see our favorite con man," he gestured for her to go first, and the two headed back inside. Once they were back in the waiting room, Peter nearly laughed at the sight before him. Elizabeth was calming down a hyperventilating Mozzie by rubbing his back and handing him a paper bag. He pushed it away, mumbling something about not knowing where it had been. Then, a doctor came out carrying a clipboard.

"Neal Caffrey's family?" he asked looking up. Elizabeth stood up as Peter and Kylie hurried forward to the doctor.

"Is he ok?" Peter demanded. The doctor smiled.

"Mr. Caffrey is going to be just fine. The impact broke his left wrist, and he has two fractured ribs, but other than that, he's ok. No signs of a concussion, although his head will be bothering him for some time. He's been put on some pain medication, but not enough to make him completely disoriented. I'd say he can handle two visitors max right now," he looked at the four waiting. "Go ahead in when you're ready. Room 224." He smiled again, and turned to walk away.

"Thank you doctor…" Peter said.

"Samuels," he informed. With that, he walked away. Peter looked from a teary eyed Elizabeth, to a trembling Kylie, and finally to an about to pass out Mozzie.

"I'm going in," Peter said firmly.

"Of course. I didn't expect anything less," Elizabeth smiled. "I think Kylie should go too." She turned to the girl, who smiled weakly.

"Thanks Elizabeth," she said quietly, and then turned to Peter. "Let's go." The two walked down the hallways until they found room 224. They looked at each other, and Peter reached forward to open the door. With a twist, the door opened slowly, and the pair quietly entered the room. Kylie practically sprinted forward at the sight of Neal, and was immediately by his bedside. He was hooked up to a machine that showed his heart rate, and an IV was next to him. Kylie sat in a chair next to him and gently took his hand.

"H-hey Neal," she smiled. He slowly turned his head towards her and smiled back.

"Shouldn't you be in school young lady?" he asked, his voice scratchy. Kylie hiccupped.

"Shouldn't you be more careful? How many times do I tell you to look both ways before crossing the street?" she teased, gripping his right hand tighter.

"Sorry Ky," he apologized, squeezing weakly back. "But Peter refused to hold my hand as we crossed," he joked, looking at the agent who was quietly standing by the door. Peter smiled.

"Right. We should get you one of those backpack leashes to keep you from running off," he walked towards the young man and sat on the other side of his bed, noting the cast on his left arm. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Neal attempted to shrug, but winced in pain.

"Peachy," he lied, flashing a smile. Peter rolled his eyes at his wit and Kylie laughed. "Just hurts to breath and stuff, but you know."

"That's what happens when you fracture two ribs," Peter said sternly.

"Really? I thought you won 100 dollars for each rib. Guess that's only if you break them," Neal sighed, then winced again.

"Stop doing that," Kylie scolded. Neal looked at her with his signature look.

"Kylie, could I speak to Neal alone?' Peter asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. She nodded, squeezed Neal's hand, and then exited the room. Neal looked at the agent expectantly.

"What?" Peter said.

"Just waiting for the part where you tell me how stupid I am for not looking where I was going, how much the hospital bills will cost the Bureau, how-"

"You scared me to death Neal," Peter cut him off. Neal snapped his mouth shut. "I seriously thought you could have been…" Peter didn't finish his sentence. They both knew what he was about to say. Peter sighed. "I can't help but feel that this is my fault."

"Peter that's ridiculous," Neal started to say, but Peter held up a hand to silence him.

"I should've seen that car, should've warned you somehow. That should've been me in the street. Maybe if I hadn't asked so many questions we would have crossed the street sooner, and this never would have happened." Peter ranted. Neal cleared his throat.

"Peter, this was not your fault. If anything it was my fault. Besides, I'm ok. No coma no foul right?" he smiled. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Only you can make getting hit by a car a joke," he snorted. Neal's smile faded a little.

"You were worried about me?" Neal asked quietly. Peter gave him a shocked look.

"Well, yeah. I mean, you're my friend," Peter said matter of factly. "You're more than my friend, you've become…like…family," he said honestly. Neal stared at him.

"El put you up to this didn't she?" he asked. Peter laughed.

"No, no. This is coming from me, my mind, my words. I'm serious Neal," Peter said as Neal rolled his eyes. "You're family now. Simple as that." He stood up.

"Where ya going?" Neal asked.

"I'm sure Elizabeth wants to see you now Neal. You scared her to death too," he smiled. "And there's someone else who probably wants to see you before he dies of freight."

"Mozzie's here? How'd you manage that?" Neal chuckled.

"He came for you Neal," Peter said seriously. "Face it Neal. Whether you like it or not, you're part of a family now." He said before he exited the room. Neal watched his retreating figure, and once the door shut, a smile appeared on his face. He was part of a family.

"So much for not getting attached. Mozzie's gonna have a fit," Neal sighed as the door opened again to reveal Elizabeth guiding in the short, bald man. As tears of happiness were shed from the women, and Mozzie's eyes looked around frantically, Neal smiled again. This was his family. How the hell did that happen without him noticing?

Yayyy a longer chapter! I hope you guys liked it, I tried to make it more of a friendship thing between Neal and Peter. Please review!

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