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      	  Space Between 
 by Keyla Sheppard  

 Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, don't sue.

 Author's Notes: POV - Welsh

 

 It isn't how close they are that you look at. You don't look at the way
Ray's shoulder rests against Fraser's when they sit next to each other, or
the way that Ray's always looking over Fraser's shoulder. You don't look
at the way some part of them is always touching, even if it's just a brush
of a finger, a pat on the shoulder.

 No, what you see it the space in between.

 The space that you know they leave there for a reason. Keep some people
still wondering, still guessing. But not you. No, you know. You know what
they do when the workday's over, when they walk by your office and the
smiles are on their faces and Fraser's as non-Mountie as you'll ever see
him.

 You know the space they leave while working is taken up by fast pants,
frantic fingers and sweat.

 When you found out the look on their face when they saw you was pure
shock, which soon gave way to fear. 

 What were you going to do to them, were you going to fire him? And Fraser
wouldn't even let you say hi before he started in.

 "It's not affecting our work..."

 And you looked at him and over to Ray a few times with a smile on your
face that didn't go away until Fraser's explanation, promises, teetered
between annoying and just plan pointless.

 "It's fine."

 And Fraser looks at you like you've said something in a language he
actually doesn't understand but Ray, Ray already knew you were going to be
fine with it because as Fraser was talking he saw it in your eyes. He was
always a good detective.

 When you walked out of that club, a few beers with them later, you had a
smile on your face and the knowledge that the space in between gets
filled.

 The End  
  

End Space Between by Keyla Sheppard 

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