[ He really didn't have anything else. They'd been back and forth over it so many times that even Fraser was getting tired of it, and it always came back to the same solution: undercover action. Nothing else would work. The group were too closely knit, protective of their secrets. They didn't warm up easily to strangers unless they had something in common. The only way to find out what they needed to know was to become as trusted as anyone else that walked through those unmarked doors--to not be themselves.
Police work often took sacrifice. For Fraser, he'd sacrificed his home, the call of the wild that sang in his veins when he lifted his face into a brisk north wind. Now, in Chicago, he had to turn his face away from that wind, from everything it meant to him; that was his sacrifice. He'd made it up with good friends and companionship, as well as the meaning he felt he had in his life because of his work and because of Ray.
He stared up at his exhausted friend for a moment longer, then folds his arms, leaning against the spot where his forearms braced against the edge of the desk. The impetus wasn't on him to prove it was their only course of action at this point--it was on Ray to prove that it was a bad idea. ]
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Police work often took sacrifice. For Fraser, he'd sacrificed his home, the call of the wild that sang in his veins when he lifted his face into a brisk north wind. Now, in Chicago, he had to turn his face away from that wind, from everything it meant to him; that was his sacrifice. He'd made it up with good friends and companionship, as well as the meaning he felt he had in his life because of his work and because of Ray.
He stared up at his exhausted friend for a moment longer, then folds his arms, leaning against the spot where his forearms braced against the edge of the desk. The impetus wasn't on him to prove it was their only course of action at this point--it was on Ray to prove that it was a bad idea. ]
Perhaps if you gave me your reasons.