Slave 4 U	   Slave 4 U

 by Riley

  

 

 Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not making any
money from this story. 

 Author's Notes: 

 Story Notes: The song is "Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears. Some Sexual
References.

 

 

 Ovitz looked up as Constable Benton Fraser ran up the stairs and towards
Inspector Margaret Thatcher's office door. Ovitz pressed a tape recorder
on his desk and the lyrics "I'm a slaaavvvve for you. I cannot hold it. I
cannot control it. I'm a slaaavvvve for you. I won't deny it. I'm not
try'na hide it," filled the air. Ovitz grinned as Fraser stopped in his
tracks and looked over at him. "I'd get in there if I were you, she might
whip you if you're late!" Ovitz sniggered. 

 Fraser turned his back on Ovitz, knocked on the Inspector's door and
entered. Thatcher was at her desk working on her laptop. She barely looked
up at him as he stood at attention. "Did you get it?" She snapped. 

 "Yes, sir." 

 "Is it in one piece this time? Not singed? No fire damage?" 

 "Er no sir. That is to say, no it isn't damaged and yes it is in one
piece. Well, two or is it three pieces really!" 

 Thatcher looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "Just put it on the chair
Fraser." Fraser obeyed and placed the outfit on the chair. He stood for a
few moments, staring at it. He didn't want to pry but he wondered why the
Inspector had a belly-dancing outfit! "Dismissed Fraser." 

 "Erm, permission to ask a question ma'am?" 

 Thatcher gave an irritated sigh. "What is it?" 

 "I know quite frankly sir, that it is none of my business but are you...I
was wondering if..." 

 "If you want to ask me something, get on with it Fraser and stop
blathering and wasting my time." 

 "Are you a belly-dancer sir?" 

 "No, I just like showing my stomach off around Chicago. Can you think of
any other reason why I might own the outfit!" 

 "Fancy dress sir!" 

 Thatcher ignored him with a curt, "dismissed." 

 He got to the door when she called him back. "Oh, will you be going out
with detective Vecchio today?" 

 "Yes sir." 

 "While you're out, get the things on this list for me." She handed him a
computer printout. Fraser studied it; unable to help his eyes going wide
in fear and shock when he got to number 13 on the list. He gulped. "Is
there a problem constable?" 

 "I...erm...this appears to be your shopping list ma'am!" 

 "I see your police skills are highly tuned as ever constable." 

 "But sir, there are...wouldn't it be better if you erm, asked a female
member to do this? Or perhaps...just a suggestion, but maybe you should
erm, do it yourself?" 

 "Are you refusing to follow an order constable?" 

 "Nno. That is to say yes." He rubbed his brow. "There are very personal
things on this list ma'am." 

 "Yes. It's my shopping list." 

 "Couldn't you..." 

 "There are no female officers at the consulate, although Turnbull
sometimes has me wondering. He's very in touch with his feminine side, you
know. And I have a prior engagement this evening, and I can't go shopping
now because I'm stuck here sorting Turnbull and your mess out. So that
leaves you. Look, I'm entrusting you with getting my personal objects for
me." 

 Fraser bowed his head in resignation. "Yes, sir." 

 "The money is in this envelope. It should be about right, if not, let me
know and I'll reimburse you the rest." 

 In the inner office Ray was waiting for him. "Hey Benny! Are ya ready to
go!" 

 "Yes Ray. I'm afraid I have some errands to do for the Inspector." He
heard Ovitz snigger. "Would you be so kind as to drive me to the places on
this list please Ray?" 

 "Great! Yeah, alright Benny. Where do ya need to go? Let me have a look
at that list!" 

 "Er no. No I'd prefer it if you wouldn't Ray." 

 "Why not?" 

 "Yes, why not Fraser?" Ovitz crowed. 

 Fraser shifted awkwardly. "I don't think the Inspector would like it." 

 "Oh yeah! Well, if I'm drivin ya around I think I have a right to see
it!" 

 "You really don't want to Ray." 

 "Yes, I do." 

 "If you insist." Fraser showed the list to Ray. 

 "Jeez! What the...! She can't expect ya ta get them for her. It's not
right. It's sick." 

 "Apparently I'm the only one who can." 

 "What's on it? Let me have a look!" Ovitz peered over Ray's shoulder. He
started to splutter into laughter. "You really are slave boy!" 

 Screeching away from the kerb, Ray tossed a tape to Fraser. "Put this on.
I kinda think it's appropriate right about now!" 

 Fraser did as he was told and put the cassette in. The song started to
fill the car, "I know I may come off quiet. May come off shy!" 

 Ray was laughing. "Ovitz gave it to me." He started to car dance behind
the steering wheel, nearly crashing into a cyclist in the process. 

 Fraser listened on to the familiar lyrics; "I'm a slaaavvvve for you. I
cannot hold it. I cannot control it. I'm a slaaavvvve for you. I won't
deny it. I'm not try'na hide it." 

 Ray sang along to the, "Get it, get it, get it, get it, huh. Get it, get
it get it, get it, huhuhuhah." 

 Fraser closed his eyes and turned it off. 

 Fraser tugged at his collar in one of the aisles, hoping no one would see
him in this aisle. He scanned the shelves for the correct brand. There
were so many of them. It was a good job the Inspector had wrote down
specifics; otherwise he would be lost as to what to choose. Seeing the
brand, he took a deep breath and snatched the offending brand off the
shelf and into the shopping basket. Phew! That wasn't so bad. Then he
thought that he had to pay for them yet...crikes! 

 Literally running to the end of the aisle, he peered left and right,
checking no one was about and proceeded to slink out of the aisle and into
the next one. He looked at the next item on the list. Oh dear! He wasn't
sure which item he was more embarrassed about purchasing, the latter one
or this one! Furthermore, there were no specifics given for this item.
Which meant that he would have to choose. She had just written the item
and then told him to get the brand he normally bought. Cripes! He didn't
normally have a need to buy any. He felt like a teenage boy stood infront
of the shelves, sweating, panicking, lost. If he bought the wrong kind,
what would she think of him? 

 "Go for the ribbed son!" Fraser senior spoke at the side of Ben. 

 "Dad! I'd appreciate it if you would go away right now." 

 "Well, that's charming I must say. I offer you some help, which is
obvious you need right now, and you treat me like that. I'm only trying to
offer some advice that I didn't get to offer when I was alive. Go for the
ribbed, I'm told it will blow her mind!" 

 "Dad! Please!" 

 "Oh, there's no need to be coy son. Better to be safe than sorry, you
know. Glad to see you're being sensible about these things. Mind you, I
wouldn't mind some grandchildren! So, who's the lucky lady?" 

 "These aren't for me, they're for Inspector Thatcher." 

 "Ooh, I knew she wanted you son." 

 "She does not want me. In fact I believe it's very possible that she
hates me, given my current assignment." 

 "Ah, but you know what they say about love and hate son! Well, it's good
to see you're being prepared." 

 "As I said, they aren't for me. They're for Inspector Thatcher and...and
whomever she...they aren't for me." 

 "No need to get snippy son." 

 When Fraser senior had vanished, Ben quickly plucked the 'ribbed' ones
from the shelf. He felt himself extremely reluctant to purchase them
knowing she wouldn't be using them with him, and that someone else would
be 'blowing her mind.' But he wanted to please her, and seeing as he
couldn't...you know...he figured this was the only way he could. 

 Standing at the checkout, Fraser fidgeted with his face and uniform,
cracked his neck a couple of times and turned beet red as certain personal
items of Inspector Thatcher's were racked up. Those personal items seemed
to take a lot longer to go through than anything else. He could swear the
guy behind the counter was giving him odd looks. He cringed as one
personal item wouldn't scan properly and the checkout assistant yelled
over the speaker "Can I have a price check on 'Always Ultra Tampons,'
checkout 2." He was positive the whole store looked over at him. The few
minutes seemed like an eternity. He quickly paid the checkout assistant
and ran out of the store to where Ray was parked in the Riv. 

 Ray had the "Slave 4 U" song playing when Fraser jumped into the car. Ray
smirked at him and sang, "Like that!" 

End Slave 4 U by Riley: rileyuk1@btopenworld.com

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