Simple Things      Simple Things

 by silvina

  

 

 Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. I never said I hated him, I just prefer
the Italian Stallion. Please send comments, questions, compliments, and
otters to sdelcul@yahoo.com. 

 Author's Notes: I apologize for the list overload, but please bear with
me (feel free to send angry emails and fling inanimate objects) until I
catch up. Keep in mind that internet is a two hour bus ride away at the
moment and I have to boil my water before it's safe to drink. Gotta love
rural Ecuador! 

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Theres a functionality to police work that Ive always appreciated. You
investigate, collect clues, and eventually figure out what happened. The
key is, you have to realize that theres something to figure out. Im a
detective, I figured it out. 

 I remember the first day I became Ray Vecchio. Id been told about Fraser,
or perhaps I should say warned. Hes wierd, they said, and Canadian. At the
time I just nodded and kept working through Vecchios case files. If they
had told me just how wierd Fraser can be I probably wouldnt have believed
them. And certainly no one told me hed be gay and in love with me. The
other me. That would have really made me hesitate. I have nothing against
gays. Some of my best friends now are gay. Id just never worked that
closely with one before. 

 I didnt figure that part out for a while, probably because I wasnt
looking for it. Hes a good looking guy; the women came out of the
woodwork. I figured he just prefered his women Canadian, Mounties even,
although thank God she turned out to be just his sister. 

 I wonder how shes doing . . . But anyway, I began picking up the clues. 

 He seemed really sad at times, but it seemed to help when he looked at
that postcard from Vecchio. I figured he just missed his partner, and
after finding out the truth about that Metcalfe woman, I figured thats why
he didnt go after American women. 

 I didnt know him well enough to know how he was before. I couldnt see the
difference, because for me it wasnt different. If Fraser was wierd, well,
thats just the way he is. 

 But I aint stupid. When the clues were there I put them together. I
noticed how he fought to defend Vecchio when they found that body in the
wall of the station. It didnt even occur to him to wonder if Vecchio might
have had something to do with it. 

 I noticed how his body relaxed when the door opened. I noticed the smile
he couldnt keep off his face. I noticed how he hesitated to release
Vecchio from that hug. Fraser aint normally all that touchy feely, but
Vecchio was practically petting him all the way to the station and Fraser
didnt seem to mind. He was practically purring. 

 Yeah, I figured it out. I knew before I opened the door to the supply
closet, otherwise I would have been much more startled when I found them
in there. 

 Fraser was breathing heavy, his hair was all mussed, and his uniform was
rumpled, but his eyes were shining, and he seemed, I dont know, settled. 

 Vecchio just smiled and said, Thank you. 

 I told him he was welcome without asking what he was thanking me for,
grabbed the staples from behind Frasers head, and closed the door behind
me. 

 I swear the wolf looked smug as he lay back down in front of the door.
Judging by the amount of wolf hair on Vecchios pants and the donut Dief
was wolfing down though, he was only letting Fraser have his turn at
welcoming Vecchio back. I pulled up a chair. 

 They deserve a little uninterrupted time. 

End Simple Things by silvina: sdelcul@yahoo.com

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