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Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox2014-07-06 10:57 pm

Benton Fraser | Due South


BENTON FRASER。

"You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal. They say, 'Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.' 'What's the catch?' I say. 'Oh, your partner's Canadian.' Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians, except for the time when they won the World Series, which I'm willing to overlook. But at no time did they say, 'you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist'"

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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Ray's as quick as he can be, careful to limit the amount of mess he makes and avoiding using anything other than the shower itself. And the towel. And stealing a tube of foundation that he finds because his needs are greater than hers, he's sure of it. He's paranoid that she'll walk in at any second, but after a lot of panicked washing and drying he manages to escape her office and avoid both her and Turnbull. It's an amazing feat and he feels a lot better for it.

He looks better too. Sort of. Clean, at least, his hair flat for now thanks to a lack of any sort of product to use on it. But he's worn it flat plenty of times before, that won't cause suspicion. His clothes, however, are still barely passing the presentable mark, although it's really only the stretched and creased t-shirt that's causing issue, he might just get away with the rest of his gear.

His spirits are almost raising until Fraser informs him of their time constraint the second he's back through the mangled door. Ray had heard Fraser muttering on the phone, sure, but he hadn't thought the Mountie would be stupid enough to wind up Welsh on the phone.]


Fraser! You-- [Actually. No. It's no use even bothering trying to reason with or lecture a Canadian, especially not ones named Benton Fraser.

They'd show up when they showed up. Ray wasn't going to rush any more than they already were just for the sake of Welsh- who was undoubtedly pissed off with their lateness already. So long as they pulled off this case in the next few nights, they should get away with most antics. And after last night, Ray's certain their cover would be convincing enough.]


I uh, found this. Here.

[All Mountie stupidness is forgiven for now as Ray steps in closer to the desk, not bothering with personal space as he squeezes a small amount of foundation onto his fingers. It would appear he knows just how to cover up marks and bruises, and Fraser's got a pretty impressive one on his neck.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Ray's not even going to ask why Fraser has foundation and why he knows the shades of his own and Thatchers. All Ray knows about foundation is that it's been damn good to him as a kid, covering various bruises and the like to hide them from his parents. He doesn't even think of how Fraser never covers his wounds, or how it might cause more questions than not.

Thankfully though he's barely touched his fingers to Fraser's neck before he's stopping dead, frozen in thought as the question is raised.

It's a very good point.

One that Ray can't immediately answer.]


Uh.

[He's quick to withdraw, hands dropping instinctively to check in the pockets of his jeans. With no luck there he moves towards the holster still sitting on the floor which... no, no that wouldn't have them. They're more likely to be in one of the pockets of his jacket, although as he grabs for his discard hoodie on the floor and gives it a shake, it sounds distinctively empty too. The keys that he fishes out of his leather jacket (discarded on the back of the chair) are very definitely little more than car keys, house keys and similar, and after that he's starting to run out of ideas.]

... Maybe in my car...?

[He doesn't sound very convinced by that idea.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[In Ray's defence he does feel somewhat bad about this. Guilty, maybe. But it's not exactly on the same scale as being handcuffed to a sinking ship. At least Fraser's not in any risk of drowning, nor is he stuck to the same place.

The sudden shifting up of a gear leaves Ray side-eyeing Fraser curiously as the Mountie rushes to grab up the top half of his uniform, but the urgency he's displaying is enough to persuade Ray that arguing can be done later. Or at least on the way.

While Fraser's got his hands full with dry-cleaning, Ray has the decency to grab the hat from the back of the door after gathering up the rest of his clothing. Trying to balance two jackets, a holster, a gun and a hat while trying to re-locate his car keys isn't easy but he manages on their rush down the hall.

Maybe it's the result of sleeping in a Canadian consulate but Ray even manages to jam to door open with a foot for Fraser to go first.]


Fraser. Your back...

[This rushing better be worth it, because Ray's not sure if anything can be worse than having a topless, handcuffed, whipped up Mountie getting in his car in broad daylight. Publicly. God, he can only hope any witnesses think he's arresting Fraser for something and not... any of the other options.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even Diefenbaker was embarrassed. Go figure. Although that doesn't surprise Ray in the slightest considering the wolf's usually accurate assessments of the scenarios at hand. Dief will have heard much of last night even if he wasn't witness to it, Ray's just not sure how much a canine can process of what the sounds mean. Knowing Dief, he knows everything. Damn wolf.]

My jelly doughnuts. [He says, mostly to himself. Mystery finally solve on what happened to them. He'd actually assumed Huey and Dewey were the prime suspects.

But there's more pressing matters at hand right now, like the half naked Mountie standing in the open doorway of the consulate. When prompted Ray's quick to rearrange the pile of clothing in his arms and withdraw his sheepskin lined leather jacket, haphazardly tossing it over Fraser's back and then trying to arrange it on his shoulders. It's narrower than Fraser could easily fit into but it does it's job. Jacket sorted, Ray charges down the steps and off towards his car, unlocking it, tossing his armful into it and giving Dief access to the back seat.

Once he's sat in himself, he's reaching over to swing the passenger side open for Fraser, waiting until he's in before he goes over his totally perfect plan.]


Okay. If we drive hard and fast enough, we should make the Mexican border in uh, twenty hours?
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fraser's search is useless. Ray already knows that there's very little likelihood of there actually being any handcuff keys anywhere in the car. They'll be in the station. There'll be plenty in the station.

Ray glances over his shoulder at whatever Fraser's spotted, catches sight of one pissed off looking Ice Queen, and then immediately understands the urgency of the whole situation.]


We're gone.

[Assuring as he kicks the GTO into gear and slams on the accelerator, wheel spinning his way out of the parking spot and off down the street to a blare of car horns as he manages to piss off several motorists in the process.]

Maybe not far enough. I figure we reach the border then just keep goin' south.

[Ray's fine with the sun. he might even learn a bit of Spanish. They can start a new life, it'll be fine.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ray focuses on the road ahead and tries not to think too deeply on anything beyond where to go. On instinct he's heading towards the station, but he does wonder if veering south and out of Chicago would be a much better choice for both of them. Sticking around means Ray getting a whole lot of flack from Welsh and Fraser getting probably worse from Thatcher, and he doesn't like the idea of either of them trying to explain themselves. Ray can lie, Fraser less so.

Once Fraser starts speaking, Ray provides the occasional glance sideways towards his partner to show he's listening, smiling lightly, more so to himself, when the word 'friend' pops up. It's not a word Ray had ever been too familiar with until he'd met Fraser and then, within days of them meeting, the damned Mountie was using it like they'd known each other for years. It was a nice. A good feeling. Like someone actually cared about him, and Ray's not really sure how to return it beyond nodding a light agreement. Words are hard.

And yet then, to top it all off, Fraser was bringing up last night and Ray supposes he really should find some sort of reply beyond more nodding.]


Yeah? [He sounds glad, relieved.]

So uh. We good? We still solid?

[He can't even ask if nothing has changed between them, because after last night, something clearly has changed.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fraser's wise to wait for a gap in the traffic. The pause in a reply has the smallest knot of anxiety twisting it's way into Ray's stomach in anticipation. He's not even sure why he's so concerned, if the answer were to be no he supposes they could carry on as before and never ever mention that night again. That's not the result he wants. He doesn't know what result he wants, but rejection is never his favoured choice. But... a no would make things easier, and easy is good. A yes means friendships and partnerships and none of that is every easy, not when Fraser is involved.

By the time those lips are brushing against his jaw he's a bundle of anticipation, limbs jerking away from Fraser briefly and taking the car along with him. It's only a brief moment of veering onto the other side of the road, then Ray's quickly correcting the movement to jerk them back onto the right side.]


Fraser!

[He's barely even registering the direction change until the last minute, no time to question it as he sharply skids the car into the bend, straightening her up on the straight with a slight wiggle from the back tyres. Poor Dief will just have to deal with sliding around in the back. He's probably used to it by now.]

I'm not driving us to the Canadian border.
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Using kisses to his advantage is just cruel, and there's absolutely no doubt that Fraser would too. Ray will just have to watch out for it, but it's hard to really complain about a hot Mountie with his lips on you.]

Okay, so we are going to Mexico?

[Because that's the only thing in the world that's south, right?

Whatever, he does as he's told, veering left sharply and then managing to take the right exit like a mostly normal driver would, all while sparing constant glances in Fraser's direction.]


Sure as hell ain't the way to the precinct. [So observant.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally Ray wouldn't expect Fraser to be taking him to some seedy back alley. Normally. But as he's pulling in behind a delivery truck, that's exactly what appears to be happening. And of course, there's absolutely no explanation, leaving Ray to figure out for himself exactly where they are while Fraser argues with his wolf.

And Ray does realise where they are, rather quickly actually, he just wasn't used to being around this area town during the day.]


C'mon Fraser, this is... [Actually not a bad idea, considering their other options. Gives Ray a chance to scope out the place too.]

Alright, fine. We do this we gotta set some ground rules: No lickin' stuff.

[That's it. That's the ground rules.]

Okay, let's go.

[He's quick to wrestle into his holster, making sure the slide his badge under the arm to keep it out of sight, and there's even a very swift check of his gun before he's climbing out the car. He puts his hoody on to cover the holster and then, before straightening up, quickly reaches through the car to the glove box, withdrawing with a pair of shades.

With the car door slammed shut, he slips on his shades, offering himself a glance in reflective car window and nodding appreciatively. Yeah. He's bad ass. He can do this.]


This better work.
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-23 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edible? Really? Fraser's already eaten Ray once in the last twelve hours. The thought of which has Ray clearing his throat almost in sync with Fraser, turning away and heading for the door. He holds it open for for his handcuffed partner before following in, the sunglasses staying on despite the lack of light in the area. It's an image thing as well as a confidence thing, making him feel that little but more in charge of the world around him.

At least Ray already knows a thing or two about carrying himself in a crowd, that little swagger and set back shoulders trying to portray some serious alpha male signs.

He stays just behind Fraser's right shoulder, lifting a hand to rest there, supportive and guiding and sending a clear message to anyone near that he's already taken. Doesn't stop a few wandering eyes, but Ray can hardly blame them.]


So we're just gettin' some keys and gettin' out, right? [He questions, close against Fraser's ear.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-24 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The swagger is natural, it comes with the fast talking, street smarts of Ray, from a knowledge of those who run Chicago, learned from all those gangsters and drug lords and mobsters that he'll just as gladly talk face to face with as shoot at. He knows how to act the part so fluidly by now that it's not surprising that Fraser barely notices a change from the usual. It's a fairly common role for Ray to pick.

As they pick through the crowds he keeps alert, sending a few warning glances to any that get to close, his message clear enough even with the sunglasses on. When one latex clad male does try and approach from the side, his gaze apparently far too focused on Fraser for Ray's liking, Kowalski makes a grab for him, shoving heavily as he snarls out a warning;]
Back off!

[But he's spotted the couple that Fraser's referring to, the ones that don't appear to be partying quite as hard as the rest, and he nods slowly, steering himself and Fraser towards them.] I got this.

[He stops close by, catching their attention with a nod as he reaches to slide his sunglasses off and loop them into the collar of his creased t-shirt. His hand has yet to leave it's position at Fraser's shoulder and he keeps it that way, even as he walks around the Mountie to get in front. His arm acting as a leash, as if he's afraid letting go will somehow lose what he's attached to.]

Hey, who's a guy gotta speak to if he needs keys? [Smooth, Kowalski. Totally smooth. But he's stepping aside enough to jerk his head towards Fraser's cuffed hands, making his intentions obvious enough.] Police issue.
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Ray takes time to settle into his role, to really feel like they're not going to get spotted as frauds or laughed out of the club. He's not used to being surrounded by quite so many... freaks, but he's almost appreciative that this is the one place where a handcuffed topless guy in a Mountie uniform isn't looked at oddly. In fact, the scene the two of them present is relative normal by the standards of some of the others in here.

He can feel Fraser's eyes on him, but doesn't look back. Barely even acknowledges him beyond the constant contact. Doesn't even dare to glance because he's not sure he can handle that look without wanting to immediately pounce on the Mountie right in the middle of the club. Self-discipline has never really been his thing, especially not after a night like the two of them shared.]


Yeah. Yeah, look but don't touch.

[He directs Fraser closer towards the bar to give them a better look, still staying far too close to his side and watching the woman like a hawk. Fraser gets a nudge with his elbow to signal Ray's talking to him.] Hands up, let her see.
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-07-24 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Fraser's always been good at following orders, on the surface at least, but to see him this quiet and this compliant is something fresh and exceptionally endearing. It's like Benton's passive, puppy dog act taken to a new level, and Ray would happily explore it further when he had a chance. Later. Much later.

The mention of being a cop has him tensing up against Fraser, thankfully not visible, but the word has him on edge. Even as she laughs, he pauses for a moment, considering, before joining in with his own awkward chuckle.

Although he's not laughing for long.]


Sixty bucks?!

[At that price, Ray's tempted to just risk their chances at the station. He can buy the handcuffs themselves for cheaper than that. But there's an 'or' and he does listen for their other option, sparing a glance around the club before flicking towards Fraser and then back to the staff. He feels Fraser breathe against him, and if nothing else it provides Ray with a reminder to lower Fraser's hands with his own. He's not sure what to read from it, but it's probably the opposite from Ray's immediate 'no' that springs to his mind.

A show? Really? His lifted eyebrows are enough to show his thoughts on how generally unfavoured that suggestion is, but he moves to explain himself, leaning in closer towards the lacy female.]


Look uh, we've had a long night with plenty of private show already, y'know what I'm sayin'? But you got a business to run. I get that. I'm all over that. Maybe I buy a drink or two to help you out and you help us out with a key. [And then a throat clear as he carefully adds;] I uh. I don't like to share.

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