Title: Suspicions Help
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/White Collar
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #3; Alissa's Interests
Spoilers: After Neal gets back to New York for “White Collar”
Summary: Connor and Angel reconnect with some informants in New York
Author's Note: Yes, I know this doesn't have Alissa in it directly, but she's still helping out.
Mozzie had insisted on meeting them at his friend Neal's place, having told father and son that he'd “already swept for bugs and trusted the Suit to be kind enough not to put any new ones in”, whatever that meant. But, in the aftermath of the main End of Days fight, Angel was scrambling to find whatever connections they could find to help in the continuing battle against the Senior Partners. To that end, Alissa had pointed them to a couple of men she'd called “gentlemen thieves” as help when branching out into the New York area. After sharing lunch with Alissa's Watcher Mac Taylor and catching him up on what supernatural chaos had happened since they'd last spoken, Angel and Connor had headed over to the East Side and the brownstone one Neal Caffery was currently residing in. From what research Alissa had done on both men from the one time Neal and Mozzie had tried to relieve her of her favorite Degas, (and failed), Angel knew that Neal had his own brand of moral compass, as did Mozzie, though his ran more towards conspiracy theories than not. This also had a way of making Mozzie more usable in certain areas, because most demon sects and magic practitioners were unlikely to take someone seriously who had such outlandish theories on life, or with the mundanes when he would ramble on about vampires, demons and magic.
Angel knocked on the door, to have it opened by a balding, bespectacled man who merely waved them inside. “Many years of working with people like your ex-girlfriend's Scooby Gang has stifled the urge in me to ever say 'Enter' to anyone I do not personally know to have a pulse or have seen in daylight,” Mozzie commented as he handed the two men half-filled wine glasses. “I assume from what our mutual friend told us that your son is old enough to imbibe and, if not, he looks close enough to pass for it.”
Connor grinned as he and Angel followed Mozzie out onto the terrace where Neal was already waiting. “In any realm, I'm definitely old enough,” he assured them, a grin evident in his voice.
Neal smiled good-naturedly as he glanced from father to son. “So, Mozzie told me he knows you through our friend Alissa,” he commented as Mozzie muttered “Singular individual” under his breath.
Connor had met Alissa a few times- hell, he'd already arranged to meet her for drinks after they were done here- but even the Destroyer had sensed something OFF, or maybe different
was a better word, about her. I mean, I met Duncan that one time when he came to Dad about his investments, but his Quickening felt WAY different than hers,
he thought then brought his head up when he heard Angel mentioning how his friendship with Alissa was a long standing relationship .
“I find it hard to believe she would be willing enough to be friends with a vampire. She was a Watcher long ago, after all,” Mozzie commented from his seat in the sun.
Connor raised a brow at that statement. “Important knowledge, but highly incomplete, since my father has been both resouled- three times- and been given Shanshu. This prophecy, which was all about rewarding him for his hard work at atoning for his sins as Angelus, means he is now an immortal human, much like my stepmother,” he cautioned the older man. “So, no, Miss MacKenzie knew full well who she was friends with and recommending both of us to the other party was with that knowledge fully in mind.”
Neal smirked, having much experience calming Mozzie's many conspiracy theories. “Yeah, I know what Moz told me; this idea is up there with his Sons of the Revolution still being around bit,” he commented, though his smile diminished at Angel's smirk.
“Sadly, that theory of Mozzie's is as true as me being a former vampire. If I was still a vampire, I would vamp out to prove it, but I much prefer being human again,” Angel told him with a shrug.
Connor's grin widened. “We could always take Neal on a patrol- I know Alissa wouldn't mind helping out, either.”
“OH NO! I am not
having Neal ANYWHERE near the supernatural contingent yet. He doesn't have anywhere near enough training!” Mozzie interjected in hurriedly.
Connor smiled and hurried to reassure him. “No, we know you want to keep your best friend safe. We were mainly here to see what, if any, help you could give our network of people that we're reestablishing for when supernatural things happen or noises are made that they're about to.”