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The bear lowered its muzzle in annoyance as the rain hammered down before looking at the clouds. Forks of lightning illuminated the bush in front of it and the bear snorted as a rain drop went up its nose. She lowered her snout back towards the earth (rain up the nose was never fun) and lay down.

Her cub had been missing for almost two hours now and the mother was exhausted. The bear dozed fitfully and when she finally gave up on sleeping she decided to resume her search. The smell of blood was carried to her sensitive nose on the wind and she followed the scent.

After a while the bear came to a large thicket like clearing in the woods. A creature lay on the ground, bleeding heavily. The inhaled deeply, scenting the air for danger. The fumes of acrid smoke traveled into her nose and she snorted violently. With a small whuffing noise she stepped out into the clearing. The disgusting scent of the two-legged fouled the air that she had inhaled and she sneezed again.

Neal Caffrey looked up in horror as he saw a large grizzly bear step out of the bushes that made up the right wall of the thicket and groaned in exasperation. Why does everything have to happen to me? He thought eyes wide. Neal decided that the best course of action would be to stay still and he did his best to keep a level head as the she-bear bumped his arm with her snout.

Calm down, bears aren't man eaters, he cajoled to himself, maybe if you stay still she'll leave you alone. The bear jerked her large and shaggy head up and Neal felt relief well through him. Then the grizzly growled and raised the fur on the back of her neck and she snaked her head in a dominating posture. There was a crack as a branch snapped and then the whirrs of what sounded like miniature planes.

Neal craned his head to the right, doing his best to see if it was another threat. He hoped it was Peter. He needed it to be Peter or else…. He shuddered not wanting to think about what the grizzly could do to him.

The sight of familiar shoes greeted Neal's eyes first followed by a familiar face. Peter. He closed his eyes grateful that Peter had shown up. He would have been so screwed if his friend hadn't shown up. He opened them again when he heard the bear roar. Huh, never heard a bear roar before, he thought woozily.

Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw the big grizzly nose Neal's arm with its snout. Almost without thinking Peter sent the two drones at the grizzly in an attempt to drive the beast away from his partner.

Stay still Neal, he begged his friend mentally.

He saw the grizzly snap at the lead plane and he drove it towards the she-bear's face, causing the second plane to hit the bear in the eye.

With an ear splitting roar the grizzly backed up, shaking her giant head from side to side.

Peter drove the planes at her again and almost shouted in delight when he saw her turn and run for the bushes on the other side of the thicket.

Then the small bleating of a young and lost animal came from behind him. Peter froze, cursing mentally.

The strange flying things hurt, and were difficult to fight so the mother bear decided that a controlled retreat would be her best tactic. She was just about to charge through the dense undergrowth of the thicket when she heard a small and plaintive bleating noise behind her.

She slid to a stop and whirled around instantaneously. She knew that voice. It was her cub. Hackles raised and teeth bared she made her way back to the clearing, wet fur standing on end.

How dare this thing get in between her and her cub?

With a fierce roar she charged forward and roared again.

Leaping over the prone body of the injured human she ran for the two-legged that was still standing. She was on her prey before it could realize what was happening and pounced on it, her great weight slamming the two-legged to the ground.

Peter yelped in pain as he felt the sharp claws of the grizzly mother pounced on him and his breath left him with a whoosh when he hit the ground. The deadly jaws closed around his arm and clamped down. There was a sickening crack as the bone shattered and Peter couldn't stop the scream of pain contained.

The terrible jaws came towards his face and Peter desperately jammed the large remote control into the bear's mouth. Please, please don't let me die. Neal needs me, so please Lord help me out here a little bit, Peter prayed desperately.

He was terrified that the bear would kill him and then kill Neal. He couldn't let that happen.

Lightning flared and lit up the bear's eyes and when the giant head came at him again, Peter jabbed the fingers of his good hand into the closest eye.

The bear screamed in outraged pain and she reared up shaking her mighty head.

Peter rolled to the side quickly, choking in pain as he was forced to roll onto his bad arm and he swallowed thickly.

The bear looked as if it were about to charge again and Peter made an experimental growl. The bear cocked its head to the side and the FBI agent would have laughed if the situation wasn't so dire.

Peter made a mock charge at the bear while growling and she actually took a confused step back.

The cub scampered over to its mother and once it was by her side, she took off.

"Neal?" Peter's voice was ragged and exhausted.

"Hmm?"

"Hang in there buddy."

"You alright?

Damn it, Peter swore, why do you have to know me so well? Neal must have picked up the pain in his partner's voice. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Peter walked over to Neal and sat down next to him. Using his fancy jacket as a make shift sling, Peter secured his arm.

"I was wonderin' if you 'ere coming back." Neal stated. "Knew I could trust you..." Neal trailed off weakly, eyes sliding shut. The ex-con was unable to resist the call to sleep and slid into a blissful slumber.

Peter didn't answer him; instead the agent gently placed his partner's head back onto his lap and kept watch for the remainder of the night. From time to time Neal would whimper and turn his head from side to side in his sleep as if he were having a bad dream. Peter would simply rub gentle circles along Neal's upper chest and the 32 year old would settle down almost immeadiatly.

Who would have known that a criminal and an FBI agent would make such a good team, hell more than just a team, friends?

Author's Note: I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, but I thought this would be the best place to leave off. For once I didn't end it in an evil cliff hanger. ~grins widely~

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