[ The shoulder to his jaw leaves Fraser completely rattled for several seconds. Like actually teeth being knocked around in his head rattled. Falling into the space Ray left didn't help much either, but after a few seconds, just as Ray managed to heave his shirt over his head, Fraser managed to gather the effort required to roll himself back up into a sitting position, his feet on the floor.

Ray looked just like a hare caught in the headlights of a snowplough, he thought. It was a shame Fraser's mind was faster without a morning cup of coffee to necessarily bolster his wakefulness. A shame, and probably the only thing in the world that would save them. He blinked, then tilted his injured chin over toward what was left of the desk. The phone was on the floor beside it, had fallen off the hook when it had crashed with a clang to the floorboards last night, and now it was their only way to gain a few minutes. ]

Inspector Thatcher has a shower in her office. If you're quick, you should be in and out before she arrives. Ray. Pass me the phone, if you would, before you go.