I'm not really into White Collar fandom, but I have a huge crush on your Mozzie (and your Elizabeth). This is the best fanfic in this fandom I've read. I love the beginning: Mozzie has no loyalty to the Suit. The Suit is the government. He stands for law, social control and all the things that Mozzie fundamentally opposes. Unlike Neal, he's not delusional enough to think that any of that changes just because Agent Burke breaks the rules occasionally.
So he's not here because of the Suit. He's here because he likes El. She's smart, she's stylish, she gets his jokes and she got him an invite to the opening night party of La Boheme. Her only obvious flaw is her choice of husband but Mozzie's willing to ignore that right now.
He scopes out the building one more time and then -- once he's sure the delivery van across the street is nothing but a delivery van -- he rings the bell.
El opens the door with a smile. "Did you get lost?"
"No," Mozzie says, peering over her shoulder to make sure the room behind her is empty. He was sure before he walked up the front steps, but it never hurts to double, triple and quadruple check.
She steps back, waving him in with five perfectly French manicured fingers. "You walked past our place three times."
"I was making sure it wasn't being watched."
"You don't think walking the same street three times would look a little suspicious?"
Mozzie shrugs. "Suspicion's hard to prove." He doesn't explain that he needed to be obvious. If Neal had been here, he would have sent some signal, would have found a way to get outside and try to spot whatever Mozzie was looking for. Neal wouldn't have been able to resist his curiosity. It's one of those things that make Neal who he is.
El watches him closely, like she knows there's more to his incompetent recon act, and then she closes the door. "You said we needed to talk."
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Date: 2011-02-11 04:15 pm (UTC)I love the beginning:
Mozzie has no loyalty to the Suit. The Suit is the government. He stands for law, social control and all the things that Mozzie fundamentally opposes. Unlike Neal, he's not delusional enough to think that any of that changes just because Agent Burke breaks the rules occasionally.
So he's not here because of the Suit. He's here because he likes El. She's smart, she's stylish, she gets his jokes and she got him an invite to the opening night party of La Boheme. Her only obvious flaw is her choice of husband but Mozzie's willing to ignore that right now.
He scopes out the building one more time and then -- once he's sure the delivery van across the street is nothing but a delivery van -- he rings the bell.
El opens the door with a smile. "Did you get lost?"
"No," Mozzie says, peering over her shoulder to make sure the room behind her is empty. He was sure before he walked up the front steps, but it never hurts to double, triple and quadruple check.
She steps back, waving him in with five perfectly French manicured fingers. "You walked past our place three times."
"I was making sure it wasn't being watched."
"You don't think walking the same street three times would look a little suspicious?"
Mozzie shrugs. "Suspicion's hard to prove." He doesn't explain that he needed to be obvious. If Neal had been here, he would have sent some signal, would have found a way to get outside and try to spot whatever Mozzie was looking for. Neal wouldn't have been able to resist his curiosity. It's one of those things that make Neal who he is.
El watches him closely, like she knows there's more to his incompetent recon act, and then she closes the door. "You said we needed to talk."