This is a tag to the Summer Finale "Point Blank" , but in this story Mozzie was not shot at the end! I wanted to include him in the story without him being injured.

Neal was in trouble.

That much he knew as he sank back into the passenger seat of Peter's car. He watched as the older man, face red with anger and what looked like hatred to the consultant, made his was to the car from the FBI building. The agent got into the car, closed the door, gripped the steering wheel in a death grip and stared straight ahead with his jaw clenched tightly. Awkward silence washed over the duo sitting in the car, until Neal couldn't stand it anymore.

"So…now what?" He cautiously asked. He watched the older man's jaw clench even more and heard his knuckles pop from the force Peter applied to them. But, Peter didn't answer. Instead, he started the car and drove to June's. He parked the car in front of her house, but didn't cut the engine.

"Get out." Peter said still looking straight ahead. Neal looked warily at his handler and opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it and got out of the car. Before he closed the door he heard Peter say, "Be at work at eight."

Neal was dumbfounded. Peter was no longer going to pick him up for work.

Once he closed the door, Peter drove off, leaving a hurt and a shameful Neal Caffrey standing on the sidewalk in front of June's house.

Neal sat at the kitchen table in his apartment, thinking over the events of the past two days. He knew what he did was more than wrong and he deserved any punishment he received but he couldn't stand the thought of Peter hating him. His hands shook as anxiety and panic sat in his chest and constricted his breathing. His whole world was falling around him and the only person he fully trusted, his safe haven, was not going to help him. He felt his body tremble violently beyond his control and black spots impaired his vision. Thankful no one was around to see him in such a vulnerable state, he gave into darkness that lashed out to consume him, hoping that he would no longer be able to feel the anxiety that took control of body and wouldn't feel the pain that rested in his chest due to his gasping breath.

Mozzie strode leisurely up the stairs to Neal's apartment. He was humming to himself not paying any attention as he opened the door. He placed his bag on the couch and for the first time he looked around for Neal. He didn't see him at first until he looked to the floor next to the kitchen table. There, Neal lay on his side and Mozzie suddenly became aware of a terrifying wheezing sound coming from his best friend. He ran over to him and dropped to his knees beside him.

"Neal! Neal, come on, man! Wake up!" Mozzie shouted frantically while shaking his friend. Neal's eyes slowly fluttered opened and he tried to take in a huge gulp of air but it ended up becoming a coughing fit. Mozzie patted Neal's back lightly while the coughing subsided. Once it was over, Neal rolled over onto his back and looked up his friend.

"M-Moz?" He asked confusedly.

"Yeah, it's me, man. Would you like to explain to me what is going on? Should I call the Suit?" Mozzie asked calmly as he laid a hand on top of Neal's chest, which was rising and falling frantically.

"NO!" Neal exclaimed as he shot up from the floor, startling the balding man. Mozzie caught the younger man by his shoulders when he sat up from the floor.

"Okay! Okay, take it easy man. Just tell me what's going on. What's wrong with you?" Mozzie questioned as he released his friend and helped him stand up.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I'm going to take a shower." With that Neal shrugged off Mozzie's hand from his shoulder and retreated to the bathroom.

Mozzie knew Neal was anything but fine. But once he heard the bathroom door lock and the shower start, he made his way over to the couch and sat down. He recognized Neal's symptoms as a result from a panic attack and wished he would have been more assertive in getting Neal to talk to him about what was bothering him. Of course he knew all the stress from almost killing Fowler had gotten to him, but something else was bothering him too. He didn't understand Neal's reaction when he mentioned the Suit. He looked Neal in the eyes when he mentioned the Suit and saw something he was sure was fear, but that didn't make any sense. Neal loved Peter in a brother/son type of way and has always felt safe around the Suit. Mozzie shrugged, knowing that there would be no way of getting through to Neal, and laid down on the couch to fall asleep.

Neal closed and locked the door. He turned the shower on and slid down the wall of the bathroom. He ran his shaky hands through his hair and tried to focus on breathing. The panic attack he experienced earlier really took a toll on him and he was slightly unnerved at how his breathing was still raspy. Pushing all of uneasiness to the back of his mind, he decided a shower would make him feel better and tomorrow he would start the pain staking task of getting the man he has looked to for guidance and protection to forgive him.

AN: Two reminders- 1) In this tag to "Point Blank" , Mozzie was not shot. (I really wanted to add Mozzie to the story and didn't want him to be injured) and 2) This story idea is from januarysunshine13 and I hope I do her idea justice and would love to thank her for putting her faith in me to write this story out! Anyway, thanks for reading! Hope you like it and review please!