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elrhiarhodanTitle: Don't Make Me
Prompt: White Collar 100 - #022: Savings
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Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Neal Caffrey, Mozzie
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Back in Obscurity, Neal pries secrets out of Mozzie.
Set directly after A Credit to His Profession. Continues the Danger Series.
THE DANGER SERIES:
TARGET | HUNT | CASE | FILE | BACKGROUND | INTERROGATION | WITNESS | HOME | HOME 2 | FAMILY | FAMILY 2 | TEAM | UNIT | UNIT 2 | PAPER | CLAY | PAINT | INK | CHECK | CASH | CREDIT | LOAN |
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Neal knew that Moz was up to something. For a man who had an advanced degree in squirrelly behavior, his friend was behaving odder than usual.
Neal cornered him in a clean, well-lighted room. “What gives, Moz?”
His friend yelped. “You know better than to sneak up on me. I have a highly developed startle reflex.”
“You have a lot of highly developed skills, Moz. Now – what the hell is going on?”
Moz refused to look at him – a sure sign that he was hiding something.
“If you don’t tell me, I am going to open that bottle of ’94 Screaming Eagle and use it as a mixer.”
This was no idle threat, and Moz knew it. He let out a theatrical sigh.
“I met with the Lady Suit yesterday. We shared some snark, some mutual respect and some information.”
Neal just raised an eyebrow.
“Look, I’m trying to save your life here…I tell you and you’ll go haring off after these guys. The Suit will follow and then you know what? I’m going to have to figure out how to tell your mother that you’re dead.”
“What have you found out?”
Moz pursed his lips.
“Either you tell me, or it’s sangria time. Which is it?”
His friend muttered something about the Hague Convention Against Torture.
“Mozzie?”
“All right. All right.” Moz fidgeted with a piece of tape stuck on the edge of the table. “The C4 I found in the Suits’ cars was made by the same company the manufactured the Semtex that Fowler had bought to blow up the plane.”
“Semtex is a Czech product, Moz.”
“Yes, it is. And you and the Suits are staying put – you’re not getting involved with this.”
“Moz, please.
“No, Neal. That’s final. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”
FIN
Go to Like Finding Gold in the Garbage - #023 - GOLD
Prompt: White Collar 100 - #022: Savings
Author:
elrhiarhodanRating: R
Characters/Pairing: Neal Caffrey, Mozzie
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Back in Obscurity, Neal pries secrets out of Mozzie.
Set directly after A Credit to His Profession. Continues the Danger Series.
THE DANGER SERIES:
TARGET | HUNT | CASE | FILE | BACKGROUND | INTERROGATION | WITNESS | HOME | HOME 2 | FAMILY | FAMILY 2 | TEAM | UNIT | UNIT 2 | PAPER | CLAY | PAINT | INK | CHECK | CASH | CREDIT | LOAN |
Neal knew that Moz was up to something. For a man who had an advanced degree in squirrelly behavior, his friend was behaving odder than usual.
Neal cornered him in a clean, well-lighted room. “What gives, Moz?”
His friend yelped. “You know better than to sneak up on me. I have a highly developed startle reflex.”
“You have a lot of highly developed skills, Moz. Now – what the hell is going on?”
Moz refused to look at him – a sure sign that he was hiding something.
“If you don’t tell me, I am going to open that bottle of ’94 Screaming Eagle and use it as a mixer.”
This was no idle threat, and Moz knew it. He let out a theatrical sigh.
“I met with the Lady Suit yesterday. We shared some snark, some mutual respect and some information.”
Neal just raised an eyebrow.
“Look, I’m trying to save your life here…I tell you and you’ll go haring off after these guys. The Suit will follow and then you know what? I’m going to have to figure out how to tell your mother that you’re dead.”
“What have you found out?”
Moz pursed his lips.
“Either you tell me, or it’s sangria time. Which is it?”
His friend muttered something about the Hague Convention Against Torture.
“Mozzie?”
“All right. All right.” Moz fidgeted with a piece of tape stuck on the edge of the table. “The C4 I found in the Suits’ cars was made by the same company the manufactured the Semtex that Fowler had bought to blow up the plane.”
“Semtex is a Czech product, Moz.”
“Yes, it is. And you and the Suits are staying put – you’re not getting involved with this.”
“Moz, please.
“No, Neal. That’s final. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”
Go to Like Finding Gold in the Garbage - #023 - GOLD
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Date: 2011-02-23 05:39 am (UTC)always great to read this fic :)
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