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Chapter 15: Back to Normal

This time when Neal woke up, he found out it wasn't as hard. His eyes opened easily, and his chest didn't burn, it just ached. He looked around, hearing someone snoring. He saw Elizabeth sleeping in a chair about, three feet from him, her hand resting on top of his. He smiled, and rubbed her hand. Her snore cut off, and she woke up, lazily looking at him. She saw his eyes open and smiled.

"Neal!" She exclaimed, getting up and hugging him.

"Hey El." He rasped out, wincing.

"Oh yeah, you're throat is probably raw, you had a respirator helping you breathe. Do you want some ice chips?" Neal nodded and she grabbed a cup off of the table. She grabbed a spoonful and held it up to his mouth.

"I can do it myself El." He rasped. Elizabeth glared at him. "Okay." He conceded and she smiled, stuffing the chips into his mouth. Neal gratefully sucked on them and swallowed.

"Better?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Where's Peter?" He asked, sucking on another mouthful of ice.

"He's at HQ, he had to fill out a report on Jim Burton." She replied, and wished she hadn't when she saw Neal's eyes widen a little. "He's dead." Neal looked at her.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, not believing her. He remembered Jim standing over him, holding a gun to his chest and then him falling over on top of him.

"Yeah, Peter shot him, and he died." Neal nodded. "Speaking of Peter, I should call him, he wanted to know the second you were awake." She said, and pulled her cell out, quickly dialing Peter. Neal stared at her, as she talked to Peter. "Hey Hun, Neal's awake. Yep. Okay, see you soon." She said and hung up. "He'll be here soon, he just got done talking to Hughes.""Why is he talking to Hughes, is he in trouble?" Neal asked, hoping that Peter wasn't in trouble for killing Jim, just to save his life. Elizabeth took a deep breath.

"Kinda. While you were still in a coma, Hughes came and put your anklet on you." Neal looked down at his left leg, seeing the anklet. "Peter was furious, and told him to leave.""What?" Neal asked, sure he'd heard her wrong.

"Yeah. He was so mad that he did that to you. It wasn't just the fact that you were in a coma, that angered him quite a bit, but it was the fact that Hughes thought you were going to run once you woke up, that he didn't trust you." Neal looked at her. He'd honestly not even thought about running for quite a while. He was enjoying his life at the present moment, well not at this exact moment. Elizabeth noticed Neal was in deep thought. "Don't worry Neal, we know you wouldn't run." She smiled, and Neal smiled back.

"How long was I in a coma?" He asked."Almost four days. After you were kidnapped by Jim, you went back to sleep, but you just slept through the night." Neal nodded, soaking up the information. "Oh! I just remembered. Mozzie sends his love, but he wouldn't come. He said that going into a government run-"

"Building is a way for the man to get you." Neal finished and smiled. "Yeah, that's Moz for you." Elizabeth laughed as the door to Neal's room opened and Peter walked in.

"Hi Hun." Elizabeth said, kissing Peter as he walked over to them. "Hey Hunny. Glad you decided to join the land of the living there, Neal." He said looking at Neal.

"Yeah, I figured I'd leave the land of the living to you guys for a little bit." Neal quipped.

"Don't ever do it again." Peter said, and Neal looked at him.

"Were you worried about me, Peter?" He asked, a little teasingly. Peter looked at him, and opened and closed his mouth.

"Of course he was! We BOTH were! Don't you ever scare us like that again, you hear me Neal Caffrey?" Elizabeth yelled, causing Neal to move backwards, and wince at the pain that shot through his ribs. "Oh, sorry!" She apologized.

"It's okay… And yeah, I understand." He replied, rubbing his ribcage.

"You've got four broken ones, three on the right side, and one on the left. And of course, there's the bullet wound." Peter said, knowing Elizabeth probably didn't tell him what was going on with him.

"Yeah, I knew about the bullet wound, and I figured that Jim broke a few of my ribs." He looked up at Peter. "I know that you killed Jim, he told me that Shawn was too, is that true?" Peter nodded.

"Yeah, Diana shot him." Neal smiled.

"Bet she enjoyed it." Peter nodded.

"Yeah, she did.""Hey, Peter…" Neal began. "Thanks for, you know.. Saving my life, and for sticking up for me with Hughes." Peter smiled.

"Anytime Buddy, anytime." Neal smiled.

One Week Later… Burke Household

Neal was released from the hospital three days after his ordeal with Jim Burton. He was going to go home, but Elizabeth had insisted on him staying at their house, and with her being as stubborn as she was, there was no way Neal was going to win.

The first two days that he was there, he mostly slept, only getting up to eat, use the bathroom, and shower. Now he was getting more energy and was mostly back to normal, except for the pain from his ribs and the bullet hole.

"This is torture!" Neal yelled, and winced, immediately grabbing his ribs.

"Neal! Don't yell, you know that's not good for your ribs!" Elizabeth scolded him.

"Serves him right." Peter said, scowling at Neal.

"Peter!" Elizabeth yelled.

"Well he shouldn't be saying that! This is not torture." Peter argued.

"Yes it is! How can you sit here and watch this El? You can't tell me that you actually like to watch this?"

"What are you talking about Neal? El loves watching the game with me." Neal shook his head.

"Come on El, tell him, this is torture!" Neal argued. Elizabeth smiled.

"You know what Caffrey? You're a guest in my house, so we watch my game, on my tv!" Elizabeth chuckled, listening to them continue to bicker. She knew that everything would be fine, that everything was getting back to being normal. She knew that Neal was getting back to being himself, but he still needed time to heal, but he would be just fine. "Damnit Caffrey! If you don't give me back my remote, I'll throw you back in prison!" She heard Peter yell. That is, if Peter didn't kill him first.

The End