* I know there's ALOT of profanity in this fic, but as I was writing this I felt like Neal used to be a lot less classy and refined when he was working with Keller, so... enjoy profane-Neal! No slash, READ AND REVIEW!
Neal was hunched over, panting and wheezing just as Keller came skidding into the warehouse behind him.
"Holy shit!" Neal panted, "I was sure they'd get one of us, they were spraying bullets everywhere!"
Keller, who had also been hunched over, straightened slowly, holding his side.
"They did." Keller mumbled.
His hand was striped with a deep crimson fluid. Keller's blood.
Keller tried to take a step forward and ended up pitching forward towards the ground.
Neal rushed forward and caught Keller's upper body, sinking to the ground with him.
"Shit, Keller we have to get you to a hospital-"
"No! Do nottake me to a hospital, Caffrey, I swear, I will KILL you!" Keller shouted, sweating and bleeding profusely.
Neal examined the wound and shuddered, forced to look away.
"Keller, it looks REALLY bad..."
"Bullet wounds always do! Just don't take me to a hospital..."
"I'm calling Doc." Neal said suddenly, gently laying Keller onto the floor, he stood up.
Keller recoiled onto his side, trying to staunch the bleeding, "I thought Doc was in Berlin..."
"He got back last night, Alex took off with his share so he's back looking for her." Neal replied, dialing Doc's number.
Doc was best known for his incredible ability to disguise himself as anyone and fit right in. But during one particular con he was so dedicated to making himself appear to be a surgeon, he actually went to medical school and started an internship at St. Peter's.
It was because of this that he was the go to doctor for all conmen looking to avoid being caught in a hospital.
"Doc, are you even remotely close to Harlem right now?" Neal asked as soon as he answered.
"Yeah, actually, I'm about ten minutes away, why? What happened?"
Neal sighed, "Get over to the warehouse near where we did the Da Vinci job two years ago... Keller got shot."
"I'll be right there."
Neal hung up and turned back to Keller. He'd passed out.
"Goddammnit..." Neal pulled off his jacket and pressed it hard into Keller's side.
"Ow... Dammnit, this hurts..." Keller slurred.