Impulse control

AN:// I could really do me some Modern Warfare 2. . . But I would really like to finish this before the new episodes run tomorrow, well that would be my intent. I'm a last second kind of guy. Anyways, I would like to thank all of my readers/reviewers for following my story. KlairI, I want to thank you for your consistent messages pushing me forward to keep writing, hopefully this chapter will get you feeling better! Anyways, Neal's kind of dying here, so let's get this started. (:

Peter, was the only man alive that could get me out of anything. Peter was there to get me away from jail, sure it took a little persuasion but he did it in the end. He was there to keep me out of trouble, for the most part. He was even there to take me away from Kate, which now I realize laying here in bed that she wasn't the right one for me. Never was.

I don't know if Peter could get me out of this one.

I could hear his voice flowing through my ears, I could feel his warmth beside me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't move. I listened to him tell me everything he needed to. I wish I could scream back at him, tell him that I could hear him, that I was still in here. It killed me to hear him wait for my response, one that my body wouldn't let me speak. I wanted to let him know that he was also a pain in my ass, literally. And that life would always be less bright without me.

When Peter told me goodbye, I tried so hard to get his attention but there was nothing I could do. I just wanted to tell him that I was sorry, that I should have never ran from him.

I felt tears fall, even this surprised me.

Of course It shouldn't. I would be able to do something completely pitiful and worthless.

Something that would not ever matter.

It wasn't until I heard the door to my room reopen, that I noticed that something next to me was beeping. Two sets of footsteps carried past me and it didn't take me long to realize that my heart monitor was beating faster than it should. I would blame Peter if he was sending me into cardiac arrest.

"What's going on?" It was Peter's voice and I felt my eyes push more tears down my cheeks. "Is he in pain? What's happening?"

It took a moment but I head another voice respond, one that I assumed was my doctor.

"He has woken up."

It took a while but eventually the doctors pulled me off life support and I was able to breathe on my own. Peter had been back and forth in and out of the room. After the doctor had informed him that I was going to live a chocked up Peter took off, leaving me behind. When I finally opened my eyes, a white bright room awaited me. It was empty at the foot of my bed, and I guessed that Peter had left again. I felt a little abandoned sitting there alone. All this time I had been with Kate, in jail, or with my ankle bracelet, but never alone.

"Peter?" My voice sounded like a 90 year old man that had throat cancer, but it was good to hear that it was still there.

I jumped when I felt something touch my left shoulder. I turned to find Peter staring back at me, two big brown eyes jumping out at me.

He was here the whole time.

"Peter, I'm sorry." I tried to pull back, and keep cool and collective but I couldn't. "I'm sorry I took off on you. I had to go somewhere and I was so mad at you that I just, I just ran. I should have listened to you, Peter."

Peter smiled back at me and shaking his head. "No, Neal. I'm sorry."

"I know, I could hear you. I could hear you the whole time Peter." I smirked back at him. "I was just playing dead is all."

Peter narrowed his eyes. "I'm sure you were, Neal. Sure you were."

I couldn't help but smile, Peter knew me well enough now. "So what happeneds now? Do I go back to jail?"

"Not in this life time, kid." Peter nodded towards the door. There stood a few people I couldn't help but smile at. "It's all taken care of."

"Elizabeth, aren't you looking to good for Peter today?" Elizabeth strolled in next to Peter who was giving me a dirty look.

"Aren't I always? Your looking better I might add." She bent down and brushed my hair out of my face. "Don't scare us like that again." She broke into a bright smile. "Or Peter will have a word with you."

"You better believe I will, Neal. I'll be watching you a lot closer this time."

"I bet, I guess I'll have to work out some new skills." I smirked at their serious faces. "Just kidding."

Lauren and Peter's boss arrived into the room next. "Well, isn't it nice to have the both of you grace us with your presence."

"Glade to see your back to the same Neal, Neal." Peter's boss shook my hand and patted my shoulder. "Sorry to hear about Kate, but we will be ready to see you bright and early Monday morning."

I took a glance at Peter who gave me one of those 'we will talk about this later' looks.

"Sure thing, Boss."

"Good to see that I'll still have someone to make fun of in the office." Lauren placed a bouquet of flowers on the bed side next to me.

"Gee, thanks."

Finally Mozz entered the room dressed in a doctor suit and both Peter and I gave each other a look.

"Hello, I need a word with my patient here. If you all would take a step outside?"

Peter closed his eyes and shook his head but took Elizabeth buy the elbow and escorted everyone outside the room, before shutting the door Peter pointed a figer at me. "Don't even think about leaving this room."

"Mozz, you never do surprise me." I couldn't help but chuckle at his ridicules outfit. "Where did you score this one?"

"I could say the same out you Neal, cheating death and all." He looked down at his blue scrubs. "Out of the dumpster if you really must know."

"Didn't have to."

Mozz looked out the window from my room and watched Peter, Elizabeth, Lauren and his Boss talk to one and another. "Looks like you got a partner that can take care of you."

"Yeah, but you're the only partner that can do what he can't do." Mozz smiled at that.

"Good, because I'm not touching your ass, any day."

"Like I would let you." I stared out the window with him, wondering where I went from here.

Like I was saying before, Peter will always come work every day, every day including Saturdays. Peter doesn't see his wife nearly as often as he should maybe because he is always chasing people like me around, and he doesn't know how to have a little fun except when he comes over to spilt a beer with Mozz and I, Peter will always be too serious, always about the case. Always nagging might I add, but in all honestly it might just be to keep me in 'line.' He still slaves around like a dog but then again he earns his respect from everyone else. . . even if it just because he spanked me in front of everyone.

I'll learn to live with it.

I on the other hand, come to work every day, because I'm force to come every day, that and the fact that Peter's my partner. Hell I'd take a bullet for him. I would see my wife as often as I could, that is if I had one, and as long as it wasn't Kate. I know how to have fun… maybe more then I should, I can be serious when I need to be and it's always about learning to live. I don't have the respect from everyone else, but that's just because I'm an ex-con, which is perfectly fine with me.

It's just about impulse control.

FINISHED.

AN:// I hope I got a few of you with the title of some of these chapters, but for the most part it looks like I couldn't fool any of you. Couldn't Kill Neal after all. I like a good twist and deception . . . in stories. Anyways, before I get asked. I'm going to have to finish my other two stories before I write a sequel to this . . . that is if you all want one? Let me know, you can hit me up in a message or a review. (: Thanks again, hope you all are siked just as much as I am for the next season of White Collar!