[Even in the dim light, Ray can tell Fraser's got that wildness to his eyes, a reminder that they truly did stop at a good time considering the next stop would have been ripping the clothes off one another and that's really not something that needed explaining on top of the lateness.
They stop just in time too, the door swinging open far too quickly after the break away and Ray's just as quick to try and peel himself off the shelving as Fraser is to jump away. He doesn't bother to straighten up, the usual scruffiness to be expected from him, and he won't be Fran's main point of attention anyway when Fraser's so close by. Especially after the Mountie has managed to spill a whole box of paperclips over himself which is so... typically Fraser; smooth as anything until there's anything relating to sex and/or women. Ray allows himself a minute smile at that, it'd be odd if he wasn't laughing at the dumb shit his partner did.
As Fran speaks, Ray displays a look of casual indifference, covering well as he masks the heavy breathing with a bored sniff followed up by a throat clearing.]
Yeah, tell him--
[And there goes Fraser, making his escape impressively quickly, un-Canadian but excused considering the current circumstances.]
I'm comin'.
[Reluctant and begrudging as he drags himself out of the closet, ignoring the mess made because he's not a damn cleaner.
He rolls his shoulders back as he steps into the hallway, brushing past Frannie on his way out and jerking his head towards the detective's section.]
See you at my desk, yeah? [Because Ray's doubts Fraser needs to be facing off against Welsh's wrath, especially in his current state. Welsh asked for Ray, he'll get Ray.
As he leads in, he ignores the few heckles from Hewey about something to do with his lateness (he wasn't really listening) and enters Welsh's office without knocking.
He expects the forceful berating that comes the second he's slipped the door shut behind him, shoulders slumping and head lowered as he takes it, and not even daring to speak until its over. But when it's over he's got the chance to explain himself, and explain himself he does, trying to pick his words somewhat carefully thanks to the lack of his usual Canadian support, but somehow managing to stumble his way through an explanation that successfully told of their findings within the club without ever specifically stating just how it all came about or what had happened within the clubs walls. Surely Welsh didn't need the details of make outs and submissives.
It works well enough to have him waved away with that resigned look Welsh so often reserves for Ray and Fraser and told how much he better get their man if he wants to keep his badge, and really he considers himself pretty damn lucky all things considered, as he exits the office sometime later and veers off towards his desk.]
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They stop just in time too, the door swinging open far too quickly after the break away and Ray's just as quick to try and peel himself off the shelving as Fraser is to jump away. He doesn't bother to straighten up, the usual scruffiness to be expected from him, and he won't be Fran's main point of attention anyway when Fraser's so close by. Especially after the Mountie has managed to spill a whole box of paperclips over himself which is so... typically Fraser; smooth as anything until there's anything relating to sex and/or women. Ray allows himself a minute smile at that, it'd be odd if he wasn't laughing at the dumb shit his partner did.
As Fran speaks, Ray displays a look of casual indifference, covering well as he masks the heavy breathing with a bored sniff followed up by a throat clearing.]
Yeah, tell him--
[And there goes Fraser, making his escape impressively quickly, un-Canadian but excused considering the current circumstances.]
I'm comin'.
[Reluctant and begrudging as he drags himself out of the closet, ignoring the mess made because he's not a damn cleaner.
He rolls his shoulders back as he steps into the hallway, brushing past Frannie on his way out and jerking his head towards the detective's section.]
See you at my desk, yeah? [Because Ray's doubts Fraser needs to be facing off against Welsh's wrath, especially in his current state. Welsh asked for Ray, he'll get Ray.
As he leads in, he ignores the few heckles from Hewey about something to do with his lateness (he wasn't really listening) and enters Welsh's office without knocking.
He expects the forceful berating that comes the second he's slipped the door shut behind him, shoulders slumping and head lowered as he takes it, and not even daring to speak until its over. But when it's over he's got the chance to explain himself, and explain himself he does, trying to pick his words somewhat carefully thanks to the lack of his usual Canadian support, but somehow managing to stumble his way through an explanation that successfully told of their findings within the club without ever specifically stating just how it all came about or what had happened within the clubs walls. Surely Welsh didn't need the details of make outs and submissives.
It works well enough to have him waved away with that resigned look Welsh so often reserves for Ray and Fraser and told how much he better get their man if he wants to keep his badge, and really he considers himself pretty damn lucky all things considered, as he exits the office sometime later and veers off towards his desk.]
We gotta nail this guy.
[As if that much weren't already obvious.]