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From:

chibifukurou

His phone is ringing, that’s the first thing Peter noticed as he was jarred awake. It was never a good sign when his phone rang at three o’clock in the morning, particularly on a Friday night. Keeping his eyes clenched shut Peter felt around his nightstand, working to locate his phone. He found it perched on top of his alarm clock.

Grabbing it, Peter used his thumb to flick the cover up. Holding it up to his ear he croaked,
“Hello.”

“Good-morning, Peter,” Jane replied.

Peter’s eyes jerked open. He’d been expecting a call from the office, if Jane was calling than something had to have gone wrong with Neal. A muffled scream rang out on the other side of the line, Peter jerked upright, swinging his legs to the floor. Something was seriously wrong at Jane’s house. “What happened, Jane? Is Neal alright?”

“He’s alright Peter, he’s just been having horrible nightmares. He made me swear to keep them a secret, but they’ve only been getting worse. This is the third one he’s had tonight. He won’t let me in and I was hoping you could come see to him.”

Peter didn’t want to think about what could be causing Neal’s nightmares. Kate and her fiery death had to be involved. Guilt overcame him.

“I’ll be right there, Jane. Just keep trying to get Neal to let you in.”

“Thank you Peter, I’ll be waiting for you.” Jane said before hanging up.

Things had to be bad if Jane’s normally ever-present manners were suffering. Closing his phone, Peter put it back on top of his alarm clock. Peter turned on his bedside light, bathing the bedroom with golden light.

“What’s wrong with Neal?”

Peter jumped he hadn’t heard Elizabeth wake up, though he should have expected it with all the noise he’d been making. “Nothing, I just need to go over some things with him. Why don’t you go back to sleep, El?” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he got out of bed. Heading to the bathroom he grabbed the clothes he had laid out for the next day.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Elizabeth pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. She was hastily dressed in tunic top, hastily thrown over her black pajama bottoms. “Why are you dressed?”
Elizabeth shot him a disbelieving look.“Did you really expect me to let you handle this alone?”

“I could handle it.”

“Of course you could, honey.” Elizabeth said as she headed out the bedroom door, stopping only long enough to press a quick kiss to Peter’s lips.
“I could.” Peter tried to sound confident, but he suspected he failed, Elizabeth knew too much about the problems his inability to communicate had caused with Neal.

Elizabeth was already halfway out the door by the time he gave up on finding a convincing argument about his ability to handle Neal. He hurried to catch up. He didn’t want her driving, the way she was hurrying she’d be likely to speed.
She of course knows him as well as ever. When he get to the car she’s sitting in the passenger side seat, smiling at him.

From:

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From:

chibifukurou

When they arrive at her house, Jane is waiting for them in her sitting room a shawl hastily thrown over a floor-length nightgown. She quickly ushers them up the stairs and to the door Neal’s apartment.

Peter tries to open the door but it’s locked. “Caffrey open this door before I break it down,” he yells.

Giving an annoyed huff, Elizabeth pushed him out of the way. She leaned against the door so that she didn’t have to yell. “Neal, sweetie, can you let us in? We’re worried about you and want to make sure you’re okay.”

Neal opened the door. He was dressed in nothing but sweatpants and shivering up a storm, despite the balminess of the night. He’s in shock. Whatever nightmare head been having it had been bad.

Peter couldn’t help but feel guilty, he’d known Neal was having problems but nothing this bad.
Elizabeth wasn’t one to let her personal feelings get in the way of doing what was necessary, she swept past Neal without even asking for permission. Neal stared after her. Peter got the feeling that he didn’t know what to make of El, when she was in full mother-hen mode.

Peter knew not to fight her. He followed her lead. Grabbing Neal’s arm he lead him over to the couch, pushing him down into it, before perching on the coffee-table.

Elizabeth was making coffee in the kitchenette. The noise was comforting, distracting. It made Peter feel less like an intruder. While he considered Neal a friend, he didn’t consider him somebody he could drop in on unannounced. Their relationship had started out strictly business and even now it rarely moved beyond the realm of their shared FBI work. Sitting in his living room in the middle of the night was surreal.

Trying to distract himself, Peter surveyed Neal again. He wanted to get a feel for how Neal was doing. Neal wasn’t being very obliging, as he had a quick-silver smile pasted onto his face. The effect was diminished by both Peters familiarity with the defense mechanism and the fact that Neal was still shaking.

Yanking down the throw from the back of the couch, Peter wrapped it around Neal. It didn’t help the shaking, so Peter pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around Neal’s back. His chin rested on Neal’s mussed hair. He doesn’t mention the fact that his shirt is getting wet and Neal’s shoulders are shaking with silent sobs. He’s glad Neal is finally opening up and doesn’t want to discourage him from continuing.