It's a little... okay, a lot late, but here it is! Enjoy! (Also I picture Neal as about 5 here :))
"Mockingbird to Bluejay. Come in, Bluejay."
There was a giggle from behind the couch before Mozzie heard the slightest hint of static from his Russian Military Surplus walkie talkies. A second later, little Neal Burke's voice came through loud and clear. "Bluejay, here. 10-4."
"The coast is clear. Operation: Cookie is a go."
More laughter from Neal's hiding spot caused Mozzie to grin.
"I'm makin' a run for it," Neal said over the walkie before he darted out and made a mad dash for the kitchen island. He stumbled briefly on the rug before righting himself, jumping over a slumbering Satchmo, and climbing up on one of the bar chairs so that he could reach the unattended plate of chocolate chip cookies.
"I'll keep watch." Mozzie retreated to the chair that he'd turn to face both the front door and the kitchen at the same time. Suit and Elizabeth wouldn't be home for another half hour at least, but Neal didn't know that, and Moz didn't mind spoiling him with cookies.
A couple of minutes later, Neal popped up at Mozzie's side with a chocolate-smeared face and a whole cookie clutched in one fist. "For you, Moz- Sorry! Mockingbird."
Mozzie smiled and ruffled his hair. "You can have that one, but that's the last one before bed. Your parental units will be home soon and expect you to be in bed, Bluejay."
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"Mockingbird to Bluejay. Come in, Bluejay."
There was a giggle from behind the couch before Mozzie heard the slightest hint of static from his Russian Military Surplus walkie talkies. A second later, little Neal Burke's voice came through loud and clear. "Bluejay, here. 10-4."
"The coast is clear. Operation: Cookie is a go."
More laughter from Neal's hiding spot caused Mozzie to grin.
"I'm makin' a run for it," Neal said over the walkie before he darted out and made a mad dash for the kitchen island. He stumbled briefly on the rug before righting himself, jumping over a slumbering Satchmo, and climbing up on one of the bar chairs so that he could reach the unattended plate of chocolate chip cookies.
"I'll keep watch." Mozzie retreated to the chair that he'd turn to face both the front door and the kitchen at the same time. Suit and Elizabeth wouldn't be home for another half hour at least, but Neal didn't know that, and Moz didn't mind spoiling him with cookies.
A couple of minutes later, Neal popped up at Mozzie's side with a chocolate-smeared face and a whole cookie clutched in one fist. "For you, Moz- Sorry! Mockingbird."
Mozzie smiled and ruffled his hair. "You can have that one, but that's the last one before bed. Your parental units will be home soon and expect you to be in bed, Bluejay."
"10-4!"