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Fic: It's Neal! - White Collar
Title: It's Neal!
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katikat
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, Neal/Kate implied
Spoilers: Missing scene from Flip of the Coin
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350 words
Summary: Peter and Mozzie talk. About Neal, of course.
Notes: A big thank you tooddmonster for the speedy beta :)
"So, what's your deal?" Peter whispered, leaning close to Mozzie. They were sitting alone on the roof terrace of June's house while Neal was banging and making other dissatisfied noises in the kitchen - yes, he didn't enjoy the fact that Peter and Moz had banded together in their opinion of Kate.
Moz raised his eyebrows. "My deal?"
"Cut the crap, Havisham!" Peter said, looking surreptitiously towards the glass door. "Why do you do all this? Why do you always help him out?"
Wrinkling his forehead in confusion, Moz said: "You mean Neal? Well, he's... Neal. You can't not help him."
Peter snorted derisively. "Of course you can."
Moz waved his glass. "Uh-huh. That's why he's out and wearing that... jewelry that basically makes you his keeper instead of being stuck in jail for the next four years. I can see how you've manfully resisted his charm and left him to rot behind the bars." Now it was Moz' turn to snort.
Peter frowned, then smiled. "Point taken," he conceded. "But it still makes me wonder about you two..." Peter looked at Moz through narrowed eyes.
Mozzie sighed. "Look. I got into some troubles, he helped me out and that's how we met. He didn't get anything from it and he didn't expect any quid pro quo. Do you know how hard it is to find people like him in this business? Just people who are in it for the fun, who don't do it for the money and who have..." Moz waved his hand. "I don't know, some code? Neal's good people, G-Man. The best."
Peter looked over his shoulder in the direction of the loft's kitchenette where Neal was making coffee in a very loud, petulant fashion. Peter smiled. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?" he said softly.
As if feeling his look, Neal turned around and glared at him. "What?" he barked.
Peter just smiled wider, enjoying the way Neal's irritated look shifted to confusion, then trepidation. Grinning, Peter took a swig from his beer bottle. He loved tugging Neal's leash - and he had four more years to enjoy it!
The End
Author:
katikatRating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, Neal/Kate implied
Spoilers: Missing scene from Flip of the Coin
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350 words
Summary: Peter and Mozzie talk. About Neal, of course.
Notes: A big thank you to
oddmonster for the speedy beta :)"So, what's your deal?" Peter whispered, leaning close to Mozzie. They were sitting alone on the roof terrace of June's house while Neal was banging and making other dissatisfied noises in the kitchen - yes, he didn't enjoy the fact that Peter and Moz had banded together in their opinion of Kate.
Moz raised his eyebrows. "My deal?"
"Cut the crap, Havisham!" Peter said, looking surreptitiously towards the glass door. "Why do you do all this? Why do you always help him out?"
Wrinkling his forehead in confusion, Moz said: "You mean Neal? Well, he's... Neal. You can't not help him."
Peter snorted derisively. "Of course you can."
Moz waved his glass. "Uh-huh. That's why he's out and wearing that... jewelry that basically makes you his keeper instead of being stuck in jail for the next four years. I can see how you've manfully resisted his charm and left him to rot behind the bars." Now it was Moz' turn to snort.
Peter frowned, then smiled. "Point taken," he conceded. "But it still makes me wonder about you two..." Peter looked at Moz through narrowed eyes.
Mozzie sighed. "Look. I got into some troubles, he helped me out and that's how we met. He didn't get anything from it and he didn't expect any quid pro quo. Do you know how hard it is to find people like him in this business? Just people who are in it for the fun, who don't do it for the money and who have..." Moz waved his hand. "I don't know, some code? Neal's good people, G-Man. The best."
Peter looked over his shoulder in the direction of the loft's kitchenette where Neal was making coffee in a very loud, petulant fashion. Peter smiled. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?" he said softly.
As if feeling his look, Neal turned around and glared at him. "What?" he barked.
Peter just smiled wider, enjoying the way Neal's irritated look shifted to confusion, then trepidation. Grinning, Peter took a swig from his beer bottle. He loved tugging Neal's leash - and he had four more years to enjoy it!
The End
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I think Neal likes people and sometimes they like him back. *g* Like, just how did he get ahold of the AmEx card of the warden's wife back in the Supermax? He must have been permitted to hobnob with them somewhat.
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Thank you for commenting!
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And Mozzie calling Peter 'G-man'. Cute!
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Good call, Moz
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I don't see it either. I hope Jeff Eastin isn't trying to get us to like her because I would hate for him to be so off target when the other characters are so well written.
You know that one scene when Peter is talking to Kate and she turns away with a grimace? It looks just like Frau Blucher turn aside when it is revealed that Victor Frankenstein is her boyfriend in Young Frankenstein.
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WP
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Loved Mozzie and Peter having a moment of mutual understanding and bonding (and it just figures they'd bond over Neal), and I positively adored Mozzie calling Peter on his having a soft spot for Neal.
The effect of Peter's smile on Neal's expression made me grin. *g*
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I can hear Mozzie saying that! Great story. ♥
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