White Collar & due South, Mozzie gen, 1540 words, G-rated. Many many thanks to Sage for beta reading, and mergatrude for her sparkly pink crayon (and to both of them for hosting this party! \o/).

Mozzie turned slowly. A bright red uniform with riding boots and a wide-brimmed hat sat down beside him, and the gray-haired guy inside it looked at him with interest.

( Don't Kill the Messenger (he's already dead) )