Mozzie's Conspiracy

"You can't be serious." Peter said as he looked at Mozzie, trying to keep his eyes on the mans face.

"Mr. Suit," Mozzie replied adjusting his glasses before glaring at Peter, "Have you never heard of the pool conspiracy?"

"He can't be serious, Neal." Peter repeated as he looked at the consultant lounging on the pool chair, sipping a glass of wine.

"Oh, he's serious alright." Neil said seriously with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "It has smoething to do with the FBI bugging swim trunks." He continued waving his hand for Mozzie to explain.

"Not just bugging them, they track them with satelites!" Mozzie exclaimed glancing around. "That's why I don't come to the pool much."

"Why would they...never mind." Peter muttered to himself. Neil simply shrugged, then smiled and watched a brown haired women walking by.

"Why is Mozzie here anywhay? Were here on an important case." Peter asked, trying to focus on something besides Mozzie who was begining to stretch.

"What case?" Neil asked in mock suprise, taking another sip of wine. "YOu said we were taking the day off."

"Why would I bring you to the pool on our day off?" Peter questioned exasperated. "Anywhay can you even get into the pool with the tracker?"

"Peter," Neil sighed shaking his head with a smile, "Only people with no social lifeswim at the pool. No offence Mozzie." Mozzie just nodded and the women walked by again smiling at Neal as she passed. Neal Raised his eyebrow as she passed.

"Didn't she just walk passed a few minutes ago?" Peter asked

"Exactly my point." Neal stated smiling smuggly. "So whats the case?"

Peter sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Someone stole an original...will you please stop that!" Peter exclaimed turning towards Mozzie.

"I'm just streatching." He stated innocently "I would hate to get a cramp and make you come and save me."

Peter winced at the thought, "Could you at least put a towl on or something?"

"Whats wrong with what I have on?" Mozzie askked motioning to his waits, and the bright yellow of his swimsuit.

"It's a Speedo!" Peter exclaimed, "Who wears a Speedo anymore, and a bright yellow one at that."

"Well they can't be that out of style seeing as your wearing one too." Mozzie pointed out smuggly.

"He's got a point Peter." Neal stated trying not to laugh.

"Im am not weraring a...OH MY GOSH!" Peter exclaimed as he looked down in horror.

"Peter, Peter dear wake up." Elizabeth said shaking him lightly.

Peter sat up with a start breathing heavily,"Oh thank goodness." Peter said with a relieved breath, "Only a dream,"

"Bad dream dear?" Elizabeth asked concerned.

"You have no idea." he said with a shiver.

"Well get some rest." She said then kissed him, turning over

"Only a dream," Peter repeated before going back to sleep.

~End~

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