Rated PG
Disclaimer: Due South belongs to Alliance, not me. No copyright
infringement is intended.
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Stanley Raymond Kowalski was cleaning up his desk after another
grueling day. Actually, he was shoving heaps of papers into his
desk, and sweeping the cookie crumbs onto the floor.
"Hello, Ray, have you any plans for the evening?" came
the familiar voice of Fraser. The mountie and his wolf, stood
politely in front of his desk, waiting for him to finish.
"Oh, yeah, I have plans. My plans have plans. I'm a very
together person," Ray answered, tossing an uneaten half of a ding
dong to Dief. "So, what's on your mind, Fraser?"
"Well, I was thinking, if your not busy, perhaps you'd like
to attend a movie with me. The cineplex is showing a canadian
film, 'Last Night', and I must confess I've always had a fondness for
the lead actor, Callum Keith Rennie."
"Never heard of him."
"Ah, well, I'm sure you've seen him before; you just don't
remember him. Anyway, would you like to go? We could have dinner
at this new chinese place that my friend, Mr. Wong opened
recently," Fraser bent down to pick up a file that Ray
dropped.
"Hey, Fraser looking good!" Francesca said, enjoying
the view.
Embarassed, he straightened up, and said, 'Good evening,
Francesca. I was just. ."
"He was just talking to me, not you. Now, go do whatever it
is you do around here," Ray snapped.
"Oooh, aren't we a might temperamental today?" She
smiled warmly at Fraser. "So Frase, what're your plans for
the evening?"
"Ray and I, if he agrees, are going to see a new canadian
film that's just been released and have dinner."
Francesca's jaw dropped, "You're taking _him_ to dinner and
a movie?"
"Yes, he is. What's it to you?" Ray said, searching
through his cluttered desk for his keys.
"Fraser, if you go to dinner and a movie with it, I mean
him, people might think that you're, you know. . " she
trailed off, her face turning pink.
"People might think I'm what?" Fraser asked innocently.
"You're gay, Fraser," Ray said loudly, thoroughly
exasperated that he couldn't find his key.
Jack Huey, who happened to be passing by, stopped in shock and
said, 'You're gay, Fraser?"
"He is not," Frannie denied.
"But Ray just said that he was."
"Ray is an idiot. Why would you listen to him?"
"Kiss my skinny butt, Francesca," Ray said sweetly.
Thomas Dewey stood beside his partner. "I just heard that
you're gay, Fraser. How come you didn't tell us?"
"He's _not_ gay!"
"I think he's dating Ray," Huey added.
Dewey shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it! Why
would you date him? You're hot Fraser. You could have
anyone."
"That's true," Huey agreed.
"Hey, I hate to interupt 'Let's be Mean to Ray Day', but
we're going to be late for that movie," Ray grabbed Fraser
by the arm and started hauling him out of the squadroom.
"Have fun," Huey and Dewey said in unison.
"Don't you dare leave without clearing this up,
Fraser!!!" Francesca ordered.
Ray blew kisses at her, and continued to drag the mountie away.
When they were standing outside the precinct, Fraser said,
"I really should've explained."
"Why? Did you see the look on Frannie's face? It was
priceless!"
"But you're reputation, Ray. Police officers are notoriously homophobic."
"Did they seem notoriously homophobic to you?"
"Well, no."
"There you have it, then. Let's go eat, I'm starved."
"But Ray, when Ray, my Ray gets back and he hears that we
were dating. . "
"It will serve him right for going off and leaving you alone all
these months. That's no way to treat the one you love."
"It was his duty, "Fraser began.
"Yeah, yeah. He gets all the glory of bringing down the mob
and you get to sit around and be miserable. That's rude, really
rude. I may have to punch him when he gets back," Ray
decided.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, " Fraser said
hastily.
"If he doesn't get down on his hands and knees and apologize to
you, then I'm going to punch him." "That's very
sweet of you, Ray."
"Think nothing of it. Now, since you asked me out, you have
to pay. Unless it's done differently in the Yukon."
"Of course. Uh, do you think the theatre accepts canadian
money?"
Ray sighed, accepting the inevitable, pulled out his wallet and
handed two $20's to Fraser. "You know, since I'm paying, I'm going
to be expecting a little something when I take you
home."
"Ray!"
"Just kidding. You're not my type, Fraser. Now Turnbull, on
the other hand. . "
The End
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