FIC: Surprises XI
11. Trust
The explosion knocked Neal off his feet, throwing his mind back to that day on the tarmac when Kate was killed. Peter, still in the CI's arms, ended up squashed between Neal and concrete.
"Krayken killed Marabelle," Peter grimly announced, as only a child could.
Neal glanced back at the building they had been held captive in just moments earlier.
"I don't think Marabelle was the only fatality," he grimly observed.
~*~
Diana's phone buzzed, earning the agent a disapproving glare from the nurse assessing Mozzie's cognitive functions. Ignoring the glare, Diana answered her phone.
"Berrigan."
"Hey, Diana, it's me, Neal."
"Caffrey? Where are you?" Diana demanded, "and where's Peter?"
"Peter's with me," Neal replied, "And we're at Docks General Hospital."
"Neal got pistol-whipped," Peter volunteered.
"Mozzie's fine, he just has a minor concussion," Diana informed Neal, "and I'll send Jones over to Docks to keep an eye on you until we can get a new anklet on you, Caffrey."
"Very well," Neal replied, before adding, "You should be getting a call from an arson investigator by the name of Pierce Riley in the next couple of hours about a warehouse."
"Why?"
"It's the warehouse we were being held in," Neal explained.
"It went boom!" Peter added helpfully.
~*~
Sure enough, a few hours later, Diana got a call from Pierce Riley.
"Berrigan."
"Hello, Agent Berrigan, this is Pierce Riley, I'm an arson investigator with the New York Fire Department," the arson investigator introduced himself, "you can call me Riley."
"Well, Riley, why are you calling me?" Diana demanded, somewhat politely.
"I figured that you would be interested to know that the woman who assaulted your boss, as well as her two thugs are dead," Riley replied, "it looks like they were killed in a suicidal move by the government scientist they were holding hostage."
~*~
"I think she knew she wasn't going to make it, Neal," Peter remarked suddenly, staring at a slip of notebook paper as he spoke.
Neal frowned at Peter.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Peter waved the paper at the CI as he replied, "She gave me very detailed instructions as to how to fix me without killing me in the process."
"May I see it?" Neal asked.
Peter handed him the requested paper. Neal frowned at the mixture of chemical and medical jargon that covered the page.
"Mozzie will be able to understand it, right?" Peter asked.
Neal nodded.
"Yeah, Mozzie will be able to understand it," he assured his FBI friend.
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The explosion knocked Neal off his feet, throwing his mind back to that day on the tarmac when Kate was killed. Peter, still in the CI's arms, ended up squashed between Neal and concrete.
"Krayken killed Marabelle," Peter grimly announced, as only a child could.
Neal glanced back at the building they had been held captive in just moments earlier.
"I don't think Marabelle was the only fatality," he grimly observed.
~*~
Diana's phone buzzed, earning the agent a disapproving glare from the nurse assessing Mozzie's cognitive functions. Ignoring the glare, Diana answered her phone.
"Berrigan."
"Hey, Diana, it's me, Neal."
"Caffrey? Where are you?" Diana demanded, "and where's Peter?"
"Peter's with me," Neal replied, "And we're at Docks General Hospital."
"Neal got pistol-whipped," Peter volunteered.
"Mozzie's fine, he just has a minor concussion," Diana informed Neal, "and I'll send Jones over to Docks to keep an eye on you until we can get a new anklet on you, Caffrey."
"Very well," Neal replied, before adding, "You should be getting a call from an arson investigator by the name of Pierce Riley in the next couple of hours about a warehouse."
"Why?"
"It's the warehouse we were being held in," Neal explained.
"It went boom!" Peter added helpfully.
~*~
Sure enough, a few hours later, Diana got a call from Pierce Riley.
"Berrigan."
"Hello, Agent Berrigan, this is Pierce Riley, I'm an arson investigator with the New York Fire Department," the arson investigator introduced himself, "you can call me Riley."
"Well, Riley, why are you calling me?" Diana demanded, somewhat politely.
"I figured that you would be interested to know that the woman who assaulted your boss, as well as her two thugs are dead," Riley replied, "it looks like they were killed in a suicidal move by the government scientist they were holding hostage."
~*~
"I think she knew she wasn't going to make it, Neal," Peter remarked suddenly, staring at a slip of notebook paper as he spoke.
Neal frowned at Peter.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Peter waved the paper at the CI as he replied, "She gave me very detailed instructions as to how to fix me without killing me in the process."
"May I see it?" Neal asked.
Peter handed him the requested paper. Neal frowned at the mixture of chemical and medical jargon that covered the page.
"Mozzie will be able to understand it, right?" Peter asked.
Neal nodded.
"Yeah, Mozzie will be able to understand it," he assured his FBI friend.
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