[It goes without saying that Kowalski didn't show up to the bachelor party. That was one evening he was happy to spend alone without watching the rest of his shift getting drunk and leering at strippers all for the sake of celebrating a marriage that was yet to happen. He'd hoped something would go wrong with it. That somehow Vecchio fucked up so badly that Stella would refuse to marry him, but here he was at there wedding, after the deed is done.
Fraser's doing his usual telling off, all furrowed brows and reprimanding tone, but rather than disapprove of Ray's somewhat illegal suggestion, he appears to be playing the naive Canadian card instead. And Ray appreciates every bit of it. Every duet has to make sacrifices for one another and right now Benton seems perfectly willing to break into a hotel suite if it means keeping Ray happy while they're at it. Such a bro.]
Sorry, buddy. I thought you knew.
[The kneeling thing is a little odd and yet vaguely appropriate for a wedding, but then Fraser's reaching underneath and Ray suddenly realises the kneel was for item retrieving and not for any form of proposal. Which. You know. Is normal. Because Ray wasn't expecting a proposal or anything from his working partner. He doesn't expect his partner to give him wood either, the lame kind of wood too, but Ray holds it as indicated.]
Pitter patter, lets get at'er. We gotta be quick.
[He raises to his feet quickly reaching for his own luggage to pull out his beloved lockpick and a credit card. Things he'd never leave home without, because sometimes kicking a door in just won't do. And so there he stands, a block of wood in one hand and lockpick in the other, nodding towards the door.]
So uh. The wood. Is that uh. You gonna carve them somethin'? Cause I vote it bein' a giant dong.
[Once they're out into the hall way he's tucking the wood under an arm and slipping the rest away in his pocket to his hands free, leading off and upwards towards the bridal suite. How does he know where it is? He's a stalker, that's how. It's not like he was going to show up to the wedding of his ex wife and not know where she was going to possibly be fucking this new man of hers.
The room is away from most the others. More private and exclusive feeling with the plush carpets and newly painted hallway leading up to it, making it obvious that plenty of money when into this place. This wasn't a cheap wedding, Ray realises, but Vecchio had a lot of family to help him out.
He's the one that kneels this time, down on one knee in front of the door, placing the wood onto the carpet beside him so he can focus on pulling out his own tools and setting to work on the lock with the precision and skill that plenty of Chicago cops have come to learn.]
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Fraser's doing his usual telling off, all furrowed brows and reprimanding tone, but rather than disapprove of Ray's somewhat illegal suggestion, he appears to be playing the naive Canadian card instead. And Ray appreciates every bit of it. Every duet has to make sacrifices for one another and right now Benton seems perfectly willing to break into a hotel suite if it means keeping Ray happy while they're at it. Such a bro.]
Sorry, buddy. I thought you knew.
[The kneeling thing is a little odd and yet vaguely appropriate for a wedding, but then Fraser's reaching underneath and Ray suddenly realises the kneel was for item retrieving and not for any form of proposal. Which. You know. Is normal. Because Ray wasn't expecting a proposal or anything from his working partner. He doesn't expect his partner to give him wood either, the lame kind of wood too, but Ray holds it as indicated.]
Pitter patter, lets get at'er. We gotta be quick.
[He raises to his feet quickly reaching for his own luggage to pull out his beloved lockpick and a credit card. Things he'd never leave home without, because sometimes kicking a door in just won't do. And so there he stands, a block of wood in one hand and lockpick in the other, nodding towards the door.]
So uh. The wood. Is that uh. You gonna carve them somethin'? Cause I vote it bein' a giant dong.
[Once they're out into the hall way he's tucking the wood under an arm and slipping the rest away in his pocket to his hands free, leading off and upwards towards the bridal suite. How does he know where it is? He's a stalker, that's how. It's not like he was going to show up to the wedding of his ex wife and not know where she was going to possibly be fucking this new man of hers.
The room is away from most the others. More private and exclusive feeling with the plush carpets and newly painted hallway leading up to it, making it obvious that plenty of money when into this place. This wasn't a cheap wedding, Ray realises, but Vecchio had a lot of family to help him out.
He's the one that kneels this time, down on one knee in front of the door, placing the wood onto the carpet beside him so he can focus on pulling out his own tools and setting to work on the lock with the precision and skill that plenty of Chicago cops have come to learn.]