Midnight Fantasies: 2 - Margaret Thatcher
Fandom: Due South
Rating: PG
Warnings/Categories: M/F (no sex)
Main characters: Margaret Thatcher and
Ray Vecchio
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me and I don't
intend to
make any money with them. There are no intentions to infringe
the rights
of the legal owners. E-mail: kanetsidohi@hotmail.com

As
always, this story hadn't been possible without Birgitt and Connie.
Gracias Ladies of The Sith. 

Midnight Fantasies: 2 - Margaret Thatcher
By
Claudia Aranda

Note: Birgitt said that the romantic stories between Ray
and Meg Thatcher
were farfetched, but then Adalisa sent her story "Reading
Between Lines..."
and I had a revelation. This is the second idea that I
steal from Adalisa
Gracias Hermana!. 

"Constable...?"

Inspector Thatcher
came into Fraser's small office and stopped dead when
she saw Ray. He, of
course, returned the Inspector's gaze with an evil
smile and a cheerful
greeting. 

"Inspector Thatcher!... What a pleasure to see you..."

"Detective Vecchio," the Inspector answered icy cold. "Constable
Fraser...?"

"He had to go to the... Well, he will be back in a minute.
I'll tell
him you're looking for him." 

"Good!" Inspector Thatcher turned
to leave, but then something came to
her mind, "Detective Vecchio, I think
we should use this opportunity
to discuss something." 

"Of course. Tell
me."

"Not here. Please come with me to my office."

Intrigued, Ray
followed her. They reached the office, Inspector Thatcher
closed the door
and offered Ray a seat. Ray sat in a chair and watched
the Inspector, who
went to a small cabinet where she began to prepare
some glasses. 

"Would
you like a brandy, Detective?"

"No, thank you."

"Whiskey?"

"Nooo..."

Thatcher turned to him, somewhat upset. "What do you want to drink,
Detective?"

"Nothing Inspector. I don't drink hard liquor. And even if I
did, I don't
see a reason for us to be drinking... together." 

Thatcher
decided to attack the problem, crossed her arms and confronted
Ray.
"Agreed Detective. Stop beating about the bush." 

*-----*

Ray returned
to Fraser's office, silent and confused. That worried Fraser.

"Ray...?
Turnbull told me that you were in Inspector Thatcher's office...
Is there
something wrong...?" 

"I have... a date."

"A date?" Fraser didn't
understand the problem; Ray dated a lot of women.

"...I don't understand
it how happened, yet... She said that she knew
the real reason why I come
here so often..." 

"SHE...?" Fraser was afraid by now; it couldn't be
that SHE... But he
had to ask, "You mean... Inspector Thatcher?" 

Ray
agreed faintly. "Said she knew that all this about working with you
was a
farce..." 

Fraser broke down in a chair, with his eyes fixed on Ray.
"Really?" Fraser
was fascinated. 

"Yeah, that I come because...
because... I was interested in... HER."
Ray directed his beautiful green
eyes to Fraser. The latter wasn't sure
but... Did he see fear in his gaze?
Fraser had to put his hand over his
mouth to stifle the laugh; obviously
Ray didn't think it was funny. 

Ray kept talking as if he was in a
trance. "I told her that she was wrong,
but she said that it wasn't
necessary to pretend anymore. That she had
analyzed the situation and it
had great possibilities in it. That both
of us were opposite poles and
that... It was logical to felt attracted
to each other!" Ray was
incredulous. "That a controlled and rational
woman like her needs the
passion and madness that I would give her..."
Ray took a breath and
continued. "I didn't knew what to say, and she
seemed to take that for a
yes. She ordered Ovitz to made reservations
at a luxury Italian
restaurant. I told her that this place was very expensive
and she told me
to shut up, she was inviting me to dinner, that the 'Dessert'
will be on
me." Ray gulped, "She kept looking at me, as if I were a beefsteak
or
something like that, Benny." 

Fraser was on the verge of a heart attack
and couldn't hold back any
longer. He started to laugh out loud. Ray look
at him a little resentfully,
"Thank you so much, Benny. You are a great
help." 

Fraser got his laughter under control and Ray kept silent for a
few minutes,
looking at the floor, then he looked up at Fraser. "I have a
date for
dinner with your superior officer, Benny." 

Ray looked so afraid
that Fraser couldn't help it and started to laugh
again. Ray just sighed. 

*-----*

After a nice dinner, Ray escorted Inspector Thatcher home.

Once
at the apartment, Ray looked around the place in surprise; he had
never
imagined that he would see it. Neither had he imaginated that Inspector
Thatcher would have such exquisite taste. The place was warm, comfortable
and homey, charateristics he never had associated with the Dragon Lady.

But Margaret Thatcher kept surprising him, she threw her keys onto a
small
table, put away her jacket and shoes, and went to the kitchen.
She
returned with two glasses of iced tea with lemon. "As you don't drink
liquor, I decided to make this for when you brought me home..." The
Inspector's
eyes shone and, again, Ray felt like a fly in a spider's web. 

"Inspector..."

"Meg."

"Meg... Maybe we are rushing..."

Ray's protests
were interrupted by a passionate kiss. Ray hadn't even
recovered from that
surprise when a pair of hands started to paw his
butt. 

Meg broke off the
kiss and declared appreciatively, "Mnnn... Firm...
Rounded... I would like
to know if the skin is as soft as I have heard..."

Ray was speechless;
definitely this wasn't the Inspector Thatcher he
knew. Meanwhile, Meg
didn't lose any time. Ray decided to let himself
be carried by the
situation. He would never have gotten laid by the Dragon
Lady, but this
Meg was another person. 

Ray grabbed Meg's hands and suggested, "Can we
go someplace more comfortable...
Meg?" 

Meg smiled at him, pleased. "Of
course... Ray."

*-----*

Days later in her office, Thatcher daydreamed,
remembering her date with
Ray. It had been all Meg hoped and more. Then
she remembered Ray's nickname,
which she had heard one of Ray's
ex-girlfriends mention, and she started
laughing. 

"Peach."

Yes,
absolutely, Ray's nickname was very fitting.

She and Ray had another date
tonight, although this time, they would
have dinner at Meg's apartment.
She had made certain to choose a suitable
dessert for the occasion:
peaches and cream. 

Because the dessert's peaches weren't the only ones
that Meg had intentions
to taste and enjoy. 

End

MIDNIGHT FANTASIES 2:
INSPECTOR THATCHER