Too Quiet	Too Quiet by Catalina Dudka

  

 This story is written for the private entertainment of fans. No
infringement of any copyrights held by Due South c/o Alliance is intended.
This story is not published for profit, and the author does not give
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claims on the characters or their portrayal by the creation of this story.


 Rated G 

 Prequel #1 called Winter Wonderland
 PRequel #2 called Christmas Wonderland 

 Too Quiet.
 (Another bit of fluff by Catalina Dudka - Copyright January 1997) 

 "It's quiet ... Too quiet," Ray thought pressing his back against the
wall, straining to hear even the tiniest rustle from round the building.
Weighing the loaded weapon in his hand, he took a deep breath and peered
round the corner. There they were, and they had captured Fraser. Damn! How
had that happened?! The damned Mountie was getting soft. 

 "Now, if I can make it to that picnic table, I'll have cover and a clear
shot!" 

 Turning the corner carefully, Ray approached the enemy from behind.
Slowly, he took each step as if walking in a mine field. The two women
were engrossed in taking potshots at the captured Mountie's feet. 

 With a small grunt, the Detective lunged for the cover offered by the
sturdy wooden table. Taking careful aim, he yelled. "Alright ya wenches,
ya asked for it!!" 

 Pressing the trigger and taking full advantage of the weapon's pumping
action, Ray's neon water cannon sprayed a strong stream of water that
caught both Francesca and Margaret by surprise. The yelps his barrage
elicited were more that satisfying, and the fact that he was soaking
Fraser as well did not deter his onslaught one little bit. HA! Serves him
right for getting caught! 

 As his water gun emptied, Ray let out a triumphant WHOOP!! and made his
escape closely followed by a pair of thoroughly soaked Mounties and one
bedraggled younger sister. 

 From the porch, Mrs. Vecchio and a very pregnant Angie looked at each
other and shook their heads in bewilderment. 

 "Good thing they are adults," commented the younger Mrs. Vecchio. 

 "Yes, cara. God forbid they act like children." 

 The End 

 Cat (cdudka@direct.ca)