NOTE: I apologize for those who believed I posted a new chapter, I forgot to proofread before I posted this chapter and the error's were too much for me, so I edited it. Here is the revised version. Thanks for your patience! Thank you for your reviews! I didn't expect so many people to enjoy this. It's just sort of a fun, cute fic that I felt like writing. Please welcome the next chapter.

Neal sat back in his chair with a sigh, his head pounding away like a sledge hammer to brick, his throat on fire to the point that he avoided swallowing all together. Thankfully his stomach was somewhat intact for the time being, a blessing he would cherish. Neal's crystal blue eyes locked with the intruders emerald greens. The man pulled a folder out of his Mary Poppins bag and slid it over to his patient. It was blue with a logo on the bottom right hand corner.

"This is my official appointment with you. Set up by Mr. Peter Burke for a Mr. Neal Caffrey today." He explained as he watched Neal read it over. The con shook his head in disbelief, allowing his gaze to wander about the room in an attempt to reign in his thoughts. William remained silent as he watched the young man before him.

"May I ask what is wrong? Do you have a certain hatred for doctors? I'll have you know it took me an hour to drive here."

This caused Neal to give him a sarcastic look and tilt his head the way he does before he says some snide remark. Though no such comment came, instead he gathered his cool and took a shaky breath. Ignoring the painful itch in his throat and chest. He leaned forward and smiled ever so slightly, folding his hands together on the table after pushing away the folder.

"You know, I think he does this to annoy me."

"I'm sorry?"

Neal laughed.

"Well you see, he forgets that I am a grown man. I am sitting here, at my dining room table with a private doctor to tell me what I already know. I'm sick. End of story. And I'm sure the best thing for me, is to drink plenty of fluids, eat light nutritious foods, sleep, and get an air humidifier. There, I do believe that concludes our visit for today, thank you so much for coming please let Peter know I'll be alright, and I'll get the door for you."

Neal stood and moved to open his apartment door but before he even got five feet he stopped, because the doctor began to laugh. A bit confused Neal glanced around the room to see if something was out of place that might have come off as humorous.

"Doc?" Caffrey questioned, a bit alarmed.

"Oh, forgive me." William chuckled as he took a deeper breath and seemed nothing less than entertained. "Its just everything you're doing, Burke said you would do."

Neals brows furrowed together and he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and tried to relax. There was very little he could do to make the situation any better, Peter knew him too well. This man was prepared for anything he could dish out. No excuse would work.

"You wanna get this over with kid?"

Neal oggled the man and let his hands fall against his legs for a loud clap.

"Do I look like a kid to you?...despite popular belief Peter is too YOUNG to be my father. Though he does have this strange complex..."

"Oh, no of course not. Youre every bit the handsome rogue your reputation makes you out to be. But right now its your behavior. I do apologize in advance but you remind me of some of my younger patients who want nothing more than to argue a subject they cannot change. Now come on. Lets get busy."

Caffreys shoulders visibly fell as he, though bitterly, took his seat once again. Something happened though as he sat down and his stomach did a horrible kind of back-flip making Neal throw a hand over his mouth and bolt to the bathroom, nearly knocking his chair over. Genuine concern placed itself on Williams face, but he remained seated. He was well aware how degrading and embarrassing it could be for someone to become ill like this in front of someone. Especially a superior figure. Anyone else may have been disturbed by the ugly sounds of retching but not Hoist. He was used to these sounds and simply wanted to help. After ten minutes or so Neal weakly emerged from the bathroom, obviously having just washed his face. Without a word he sat down again and this time slower.

"No more arguments, alright?"

Neal simply nodded and was grateful that his fever masked the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

The first thing the doctor did was take out a digital thermometer and run it across Neal's forehead and down by his temple. The machine beeped an alarm like sound and William raised a serious brow, all amusement gone completely from his expression. He put the device back into the bag and scribbled some quick notes onto a page inside the folder Neal had pushed away.

"What's the damage boss..?" Neal practically whimpered, his eyes were heavy as he slouched a bit in his chair.

"103.9 degrees..."

Next Hoist pulled out a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope, taking basic vitals. Neal winced at the increasing pressure but didn't protest. He seemed to not even register as William moved to be by his side and knelt down on one knee, placing the cool plate to his chest and then his back, listening for tell tale signs of potentially serious problems. The time stretched onward in relative silence. The only noises to he heard was the shuffling around by the doctor and the occasional tinkering of items touching each other as he used them. Staying seated in his chair was becoming difficult and remaining upright only seemed to worsen his nausea. As the check up went on, Caffrey began to develop uncomfortable chills that delivered goosebumps all the way up and down his body.

"Doc...could I just-" Neal began, thankfully for him the man understood and took a step back, allowing his patient to move from the chair slowly across the room to his bed. Limiting the talk now, William simply followed and took a seat beside it, watching with a hint of sympathy as the normally determined, confident, smooth talker slipped beneath his blankets with a mild groan.

"Arent we done yet?" Neal complained though his voice was muffled as he had pulled the blanket clear up to his nose to try and warm up. "Let a grown man die in peace.."

Hoist graced him with a light scoff of a laugh as he again opened his bag.

"Unfortunately if I allow you to die without finishing the proper steps to treat you, I'll lose my license."

"What a tragedy..." Sarcasm.

William sighed as he shifted items around in his bag, Neal was unable to see much past his pillow but wished that things could be quieter. The room was all but spinning and his stomach was making some very unsettling twists and turns beneath the blanket.

"I'm going to give you something for your fever, its got to come down. And I'll also be giving you something to help lessen your nausea a bit."

The idea of relief was very comforting to the con, until of course his arm was pulled from under the blanket and back out into the cooler air. Neal grimaced and huffed in annoyance, all he wanted to do was rest and this man seemed to be doing everything he could to prevent it.

Caffrey watched as the man tapped at a syringe filled with a substance that for all he knew could have been anything.

"Come on..." He whined, it sounded strange to him, he didn't complain about situations like that. Immediately he tried to cover. "Do you have to use a needle? Not that I care, but why don't you just give me a bottle of Zofran and call it good...?"

Hoist seemed a little irritated by the mans childish words.

"That's exactly what this is, please hold still."

Neal slipped his arm back beneath the covers. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

William wore an inquisitive expression but then a smirk played just barely at the corner of his mouth. He folded his hands together for a moment and locked eyes with Neal who couldn't seem to keep eye contact.

"You dont like needles do you?"

Neal felt as if a sword had been plunged right through his gut, nearly causing him to hurl all over himself and anyone within close proximity. Hoist observed as Neals jaw became more taught and he looked away with a teary shine in his tired eyes. With a huff of embarrassment and perhaps discontent he roughly placed his arm back out into view.

"Just do it."

William didn't take time for words, instead he used an alcohol cloth to clean the clammy skin and then with expert precision delivered the shot. Neal flinched a little at the sharp bite but ignored it the best he could. As soon as it had started it was over, and he was already feeling a little cloud-nineish. The medicine helped very quickly, giving room for a very sleepy haze to fall over the young man.

"There ya go." William smiled and sighed as he stood to his feet. "That should help quite a bit. Don't fight sleep, get some rest. I'll follow up with Peter. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Caffrey."

"Doc."

The man stopped short of the door and looked back at his weary patient. "Hm?"

"Don't call me Mr. Caffrey. It's Neal."

William released a short, breathy laugh and nodded.

"Alright. Neal." He looked down for a moment and seemed to be looking for words. "Neal, I'm sorry to say this but I think you need to stay in a hospital for a few days."

A whole new expression fell upon Neal's face, a mix of exasperation and indignation. "Why?" A curiousness in his tone now, and perhaps slight fear but that part was mostly hidden.

"Your lungs. You've got fluid and your breathing is a bit of a concern. I was going to ask Peter how he felt about it but I think its in your best interest. I'm going to make a few calls and then I'll be back. Keep your phone turned up."

"Am...um.." Neal began but was a bit bothered by what he was about to say. "Am I...safe? It's not that bad right?"

William shrugged. "You're okay right now, but you wont be if we don't get your lungs taken care of. I'll be back, get some rest okay? See ya soon."

With that the doctor left the small apartment and Neal relaxed against his pillow, the gentle wave of relief washing over him. His nausea was being effectively tamed, and his head was so full of fog that it didn't have time to produce pain. Within only a few minutes Neal was asleep.

"Hey Peter." William addressed as his friend answered on the other line.

Peter was pleased to receive the call, he was wondering how the appointment with Neal had gone, he only hoped that Will hadn't been given a hard time.

"Hey." Burke smiled as he walked to his car, his shift finally over for the day. "How's Neal?"

"Well, he could be better."

Concern flooded Peter's senses, was Neal really that bad? He tried to turn his focus more on driving, he could worry once he was off the road. He listened as William started to speak again.

"He's got pneumonia, and it doesn't sound good. He needs a hospital, I gave him something for his nausea which should help him sleep too, but I think he needs to go in."

"Yeah." His friend accepted the news. He was hoping for a happier verdict.

"Did you know he is afraid of needles?"

Surprised Peter just sort of chuckled and sighed. "No I didn't, did everything go alright?"

"Sure, but anyway I can send someone to pick him up but I don't think he will appreciate an ambulance."

"No, no I'll take him. Thanks Will, this means a lot."

"Anything for a friend."

With that the two hung up and Peter continued on the way home.