A/N: I found this on my computer, completely forgot that I wrote it. Hope you all like it. Also I am still looking for coauthors so if anyone thinks they can help me with one of my stories please speak up.

Moz finds something at the bottom of his wine glass that he was not expecting.

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A Little Tipsy Chapter one

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This was not the sort of thing that happened to Mozart Haversham, to Neal, yeah sure, but to Mozzie? Not so much.

Moz didn't go for the excitement, the attention, the big dazzling spectacles-he was the behind the scenes guy, the dependable one that everyone loved and everyone would risk their necks for, because in one way or another Mozzie had managed to help them all. He was troubled and misguided, but well respected and very cared about amongst his people.

Mozzie didn't want to be the center of attention. He preferred to fade into the background. He wasn't like Neal who liked to take center stage, and that was why things like this were supposed to happen to him NOT Moz!

It was one of the reasons they got along so well, Neal took all the attention he wanted and craved and he took it away from Mozzie who was more than happy to give it up.

Neal couldn't take the attention off him now though, and he was withering under the unwavering glare of the Suit of all people.

"Couwd you not sthare at me, ith unewving," Mozzie lisped at him, though he never took his eyes off the wine glass they had been glued too since this entire debacle started.

The crystal goblet was a quarter of the way full with the blood red liquid, the rest of its previous content were inhabiting Mozzie's stomach, dribbled slightly down his chin with the remainder pooled in a stain on his previously spotless plaid shirt.

Peter just blinked at him dumbly and then looked over at Neal, who was leaning against the counter top, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Don't look at me," Neal said, pushing off from the counter and yanking his hands from his pockets to hold out in front of him defensively.

"You…" He pointed a finger at the not so ex con, "You had to have something to do with this…" He moved his finger to point at Moz,

before pointing it back at Neal "You ALWAYS have something to do with it!"

"Me?" Neal asked innocently, "How could I have caused that?" he asked pointing at Moz who was doing his best to disappear, staring hard at his wine glass.

"I am admittedly very talented, but…" Neal cut off as Peter reached out and grabbed the glass from Mozzie's little hand; he had picked it up and was swishing its contents around as he stared at it as if all the answers in the world were in its ruby depths.

Mozzie gave a startled noise and then glared at Peter, "I wadnd dunna dwink it!" He protested, "Do I wook `tupid to you?"

"No, you look about 2 to me," Peter told him, "You shouldn't even be holding this," He held up the wine class now safely in his own possession.

"Dond `pill dat, ids ebidence," Mozzie told him frantically, reaching out to reclaim the glass which Peter purposely held out of his significantly shortened reach.

"Settle down, I'm not going to spill it," Peter assured him.

Ignoring Mozzie, who was now sporting a disgruntled pout on his little round face, Peter turned to Neal, "Now how did this happen?"

"How should I know?" Neal asked defensively.

"Start from the beginning, tell me everything that happened?" Peter was trying to be patient, he really was, but he was standing there staring at a Mozzie who was even smaller than normal and a smaller Moz could only mean a more troublesome Moz… and… and, well kids made him nervous!

"I came home with food for Mozzie and I, he went to my wine rack and took out a bottle, my last bottle," Neal frowned, it was always so hard for him to get more, "I set out the food while Mozzie poured us each a glass, and we sat down to eat. Moz commented that the color of the whine seemed off, so he sniffed it and tasted it and then… well… I don't know Peter, I know what I saw, but I don't… know what I saw…"

Neal shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Just tell me Neal, it can't be any more insane than what I think I am seeing right now." Peter sounded exasperated.

"Blue sparkles!" Neal exclaimed.

"Blue sparkles?" Peter asked.

"Yes! Blue sparkles, they shot out of Moz like it was the Fourth of July, and when they stopped he was… well, you see!" Neal gesticulated wildly with his hands at his paranoid little friend, now much littler than he had previously been.

"Yeah, I see" Peter sighed.

"I sidin wight hewe you know," Mozzie added in, disgruntled.

"That's when you called me?" Peter asked, ignoring Mozzie again for the moment, trying to figure out what happened, to which Mozzie was being no help.

Neal nodded and Peter reached over and grabbed the wine bottle, "This is the wine you always drink?" Peter asked, "Did you get it from the same place as always," as in June's collection, Peter didn't add.

"Yeah," Neal nodded taking the bottle from Peter to study.

Neal froze, his hand started to shake as he started at the label. His mouth went dry and his face ashen in color, small droplets of perspiration beading on his forehead and nose as he stared unblinkingly at the wine bottle… how had he not… how had this escaped his notice? How had he been so careless?

"Neal, what is it?" Peter asked, noticing the change in his friend.

"Peter… this… this… I… this isn't the whine June gave me…" Neal sounded a little panicked because he didn't know where this wine had come from, where his wine had gone and how they had been switched. He looked at Peter with wide eyes, "I… I don't know where this came from…"