Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

Again, sorry for the lateness, but I had to finish some things. Haha, which means, I have nothing to share today. All my things are either done, or in that exciting stage of beginning.

But, that also means I have all the time in the world to hear about your W(s)iP and cheer you on.

So, give them to me! Read and cheer others on too! Together, WE GOT THIS!

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[elrhiarhodan]

Don't hit me, please. Just finished another story - something I'd started on for last year's Chocolate Box and ended up abandoning after about 5k because everyone was behaving weird. I found it by accident, realized that weird = OOC and fixed it. Next thing I knew it had written another 3k on it and it took off from there. By the time it was all done (this afternoon), it was 18.4k. That's about 13k written in 6 days.

Yikes.

So let me sprinkle a little of my writing mojo over everyone so you all write all the words you need and none that you done.

And here's a little teaser:

The set-up in the FBI file feels a bit too familiar to the operation Neal had gotten himself tangled up in all those years ago; except that the Henry DeVere Neal had known as hadn't been an English peer with a background in restoration architecture, but a self-made billionaire with fingers in the oil industry and the London property market. Of course, that had simply been a cover, likely one of many that "Henry DeVere", spy and killer, had.

Neal holds his breath as he goes to the next section of the file – the photographs. He ignores the pretty pictures of valuable things, and finds just what he'd hoped he wouldn't. Henry DeVere, the man Neal had once spent a summer fucking, is the exactly same man looking to buy the looted antiquities, minus an eye and plus a few very distinguished gray hairs. This means that the whole case the DA and the FBI is working on is a sham. DeVere isn't interested in the looted art, he's after something else altogether. Neal's blood runs cold when he realizes that Peter could be walking into something he might not walk out of.

Neal does what he always does in moments of extreme panic, he calls Mozzie.

Mozzie answers on the first ring. "Curious Cats Kitten Emporium, how may I direct your call?

"It's me, Moz."

A pause, a beat. "Oh, yes, so it is. Didn't expect to hear from you. Thought you had custody of the Dog and his Suit tonight." There's a considerable amount of acid in Moz's tone.

Neal restrains a sigh. Most of the time, Moz likes to pretend that he doesn't know that Neal and Peter are romantically involved with Elizabeth's profound blessing. Perhaps it's better that way, because Moz definitely does not approve and can be quite vocal about it. Tonight is one of those nights.

"I do."

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I need some information."

"Try Google. Or the New York Public Library." Moz is definitely pushing it. But at least he's not hanging up.

Neal reminds him "You did some research for me, back in '04, remember?"

"The Music Box? Isn't that a little past its sell-by date?"

Times like this, Neal wonders why he's still friends with Moz. "Not the Music Box, Moz. The tailors."

There's a freighted silence at the other end of the line. Then Moz needs just a single word to sum up both of their feelings. "Shit."

"Yeah. Shit."

"I hope you're not thinking of getting a new suit made?"

"Not in the least. I just need everything you have on them. Make sure it's completely sanitized. I may have to play chicken with them."

"Does the Suit know?"

"I haven't said anything to him yet."

"Are you going to?"

Neal looks out onto the balcony. Peter's gathering up his papers and the rest of the detritus of an evening spent out of doors, turning off the lights as he comes in. "Not sure."

"Be careful, mon frère."

"That's all I am, these days."

[tjs_whatnot]

♥ I will always be too awed by you to be mad at you. bows at your awesome*

This was great! You know I'm a sucker for ALL THE MOZZIE! And he's superb here!

♥