Who the Most Dangerous Ones Are
Title: Who the Most Dangerous Ones Are
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Neal/Mozzie
Summary: Someone threatens Neal and Moz reacts
Word Count: 680
Warnings/Rating: R
Notes: Written for tigriswolf 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “ White Collar, Mozzie&Neal, Mozzie will kill for Neal; he's done it before ”
“Moz! I need to find the best present for Peter's birthday,” he explained seriously.
“Can't you just make him a card like in prison?” he sniped as Neal dragged him through the clearance aisle of an art supply store.
“This is Peter's birthday! It has to be perfect.” Moz felt jealous until Neal grinned and added, “And El promised to help me play a trick on him.”
He frowned at a plastic FBI badge with no price tag. A clerk walked by then and Neal called out to her. “Excuse me, Miss. How much is this?”
She looked tired but tried to focus on what Neal was asking her. “Let me just go up front and check the catalog. I'll be right back.”
They waited patiently. It was never okay to cheat at a thrift store - Moz had taught him that. You paid so that the people who came in to buy their new clothes didn't get cheated. He toyed with one of the bracelets Moz was wearing on his left arm. Moz loved seeing him like this. A fun project for the suit's birthday was just the thing to make him come out of his uncreative funk.
“I like this green one. You should -”
Another man jostled him away from Moz, a young man who happened to be big for him age. Certainly, he was no older than nineteen, but he was about six three with muscle - an athlete possibly. He turned to apologize, but his eyes fastened on how close Moz and Neal were to each other. He snorted in disgust then.
“Faggot.”
Neal looked surprised, like he had forgotten that there were people who cared about what was between your legs when you fucked. He didn't say anything, but the light was gone from his eyes. The clerk came back, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, and he went off with her, probably assuming Moz was right behind him.
The athlete was still standing there, glaring down at Moz. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
The thug took a step forward, but something in Moz's look stopped him. “What?”
“Don't go near him again.”
He laughed.
“I'm not kidding.” His tone was soft but sharp. “I see you near him, I'll destroy you.”
“Whatever,” he laughed, looking worried.
His eyes flicked over the boy's bag, inside was a crest for the local college. “You go to Shellbrook? Then you must have heard about the Elsy killing.”
His face grew gaunt. “You sick bastard. I should call the cops.”
Moz shrugged. “Why? You have any evidence?”
Timothy Elsy was found murdered in his studio apartment after an altercation outside of a gay bar. The bouncers had removed him from the premise but not before he hurt a young patron. It had been three years ago, and Neal had worn his black eye with shame, covering it in concealer. Moz hadn't liked the sound of him crying.
“You just confessed! I-”
“I hear it was quick. Nothing like what he did. He made an entire population of people afraid. You should leave, and you should think about today as the reason you'll never go near him again.”
He was gone when Neal managed to find Moz again. He had a bag full of stuff, and he looked happy again. “Mozzie, there were these really tiny suits in storage, and she let me buy them all off her. They look just like Peter's. El will love them!” He looked around then. “He left?”
Moz forced himself to nod and not show his fury. “Yeah. More people to terrorize. Didn't you make reservations at that French place?”
Neal liked to walk with his hands in his pocket and a broad smile on his face. Today, though, he threaded his fingers with Mozzie's and leaned against his shoulder. He didn't have to say thank you because it was in the soft kiss he placed just behind Moz's ear.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Neal/Mozzie
Summary: Someone threatens Neal and Moz reacts
Word Count: 680
Warnings/Rating: R
Notes: Written for tigriswolf 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “ White Collar, Mozzie&Neal, Mozzie will kill for Neal; he's done it before ”
“Moz! I need to find the best present for Peter's birthday,” he explained seriously.
“Can't you just make him a card like in prison?” he sniped as Neal dragged him through the clearance aisle of an art supply store.
“This is Peter's birthday! It has to be perfect.” Moz felt jealous until Neal grinned and added, “And El promised to help me play a trick on him.”
He frowned at a plastic FBI badge with no price tag. A clerk walked by then and Neal called out to her. “Excuse me, Miss. How much is this?”
She looked tired but tried to focus on what Neal was asking her. “Let me just go up front and check the catalog. I'll be right back.”
They waited patiently. It was never okay to cheat at a thrift store - Moz had taught him that. You paid so that the people who came in to buy their new clothes didn't get cheated. He toyed with one of the bracelets Moz was wearing on his left arm. Moz loved seeing him like this. A fun project for the suit's birthday was just the thing to make him come out of his uncreative funk.
“I like this green one. You should -”
Another man jostled him away from Moz, a young man who happened to be big for him age. Certainly, he was no older than nineteen, but he was about six three with muscle - an athlete possibly. He turned to apologize, but his eyes fastened on how close Moz and Neal were to each other. He snorted in disgust then.
“Faggot.”
Neal looked surprised, like he had forgotten that there were people who cared about what was between your legs when you fucked. He didn't say anything, but the light was gone from his eyes. The clerk came back, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, and he went off with her, probably assuming Moz was right behind him.
The athlete was still standing there, glaring down at Moz. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
The thug took a step forward, but something in Moz's look stopped him. “What?”
“Don't go near him again.”
He laughed.
“I'm not kidding.” His tone was soft but sharp. “I see you near him, I'll destroy you.”
“Whatever,” he laughed, looking worried.
His eyes flicked over the boy's bag, inside was a crest for the local college. “You go to Shellbrook? Then you must have heard about the Elsy killing.”
His face grew gaunt. “You sick bastard. I should call the cops.”
Moz shrugged. “Why? You have any evidence?”
Timothy Elsy was found murdered in his studio apartment after an altercation outside of a gay bar. The bouncers had removed him from the premise but not before he hurt a young patron. It had been three years ago, and Neal had worn his black eye with shame, covering it in concealer. Moz hadn't liked the sound of him crying.
“You just confessed! I-”
“I hear it was quick. Nothing like what he did. He made an entire population of people afraid. You should leave, and you should think about today as the reason you'll never go near him again.”
He was gone when Neal managed to find Moz again. He had a bag full of stuff, and he looked happy again. “Mozzie, there were these really tiny suits in storage, and she let me buy them all off her. They look just like Peter's. El will love them!” He looked around then. “He left?”
Moz forced himself to nod and not show his fury. “Yeah. More people to terrorize. Didn't you make reservations at that French place?”
Neal liked to walk with his hands in his pocket and a broad smile on his face. Today, though, he threaded his fingers with Mozzie's and leaned against his shoulder. He didn't have to say thank you because it was in the soft kiss he placed just behind Moz's ear.