White Collar - "Silent Prayer"
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tj_teejayTitle: Silent Prayer
Author: TeeJay
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whitecollar100 Prompt: #39 Blood
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Elizabeth pulled the shirt out of the plastic bag and drew in a sharp breath. All this blood—there was such a lot of it.
Author's Note:I'm currently working on There's a story I wrote for collarcorner, working title "Off Target". This could be a deleted scene from that fic. I know it's cruel and all, but consider this a teaser.
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
Elizabeth pulled the shirt out of the plastic bag and drew in a sharp breath. All this blood—there was such a lot of it. So much that she could smell the coppery odor.
And this was only Peter's shirt. She didn't want to imagine what Neal's shirt looked like. They had probably taken it off him in the hospital. Presumably discarded it right away. Or sent it to CSI for evidence collection.
The lump in her throat was back with a vengeance. She just couldn't fathom the idea of losing Neal. Please, dear God, let him live, she prayed.
Author: TeeJay
whitecollar100 Prompt: #39 BloodGenre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Elizabeth pulled the shirt out of the plastic bag and drew in a sharp breath. All this blood—there was such a lot of it.
Author's Note:
collarcorner, Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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Elizabeth pulled the shirt out of the plastic bag and drew in a sharp breath. All this blood—there was such a lot of it. So much that she could smell the coppery odor.
And this was only Peter's shirt. She didn't want to imagine what Neal's shirt looked like. They had probably taken it off him in the hospital. Presumably discarded it right away. Or sent it to CSI for evidence collection.
The lump in her throat was back with a vengeance. She just couldn't fathom the idea of losing Neal. Please, dear God, let him live, she prayed.
