[Stanley's undercover work hadn't involved murder and deception and reenacting scenes from the Goodfellas, but it also hadn't involved a huge mansion, mass money and power. You took the good with the bad, and while Vecchio had been sunning it up in Vegas, Kowalski had been left to deal with an infuriating Mountie, a poorly paid job, Chicago's bad winters and being shot at every other week just for existing. His own little incident in Vegas was never brought up, never mentioned and never even thought about. He'd got Fraser and got out, and brushed off every single query with the occasional snap of annoyance.
Canada wasn't much better. It was cold, dangerous and full of days on end with Fraser, which in itself wasn't such a bad thing, but just occasionally Ray had to resist the urge to sock the Mountie right on the jaw for being an insufferable prick. But that was fine. Ray was learning self restraint and Fraser was learning that look that meant 'shut up before my fist and your face get intimate'. Team work and partnership. That's why they worked so well together, even if Ray hadn't been sure it'd last after Vecchio- the 'real' Vecchio- had swaggered back into their lives.
He wouldn't have believed it were it not for Fraser's certainty. That all too familiar sight of Armando showing up in Chicago, a face that Ray had long since buried in the recesses of his mind and didn't at all appreciate seeing again. He'd thought he'd made his own feeling on the whole scenario pretty obvious from the get go, meeting 'Ray' with an all too clear frostiness, even if Fraser was naively blind to it all. Or perhaps he did see and just hoped to ignore it, one can never tell for sure with the Mountie.
There might have been more to it than a few sharp words, a very minor scuffle and a general air of loathing were it not for the case that had risen it's ugly head. It had required team work from all ends and so they'd all played their part, the new (or original?) Vecchio even getting shot for the sake of Fraser. Not a bad gesture but he was still an asshole. One bullet doesn't make a saint. He's just lucky he wasn't left alone in that hospital bed.
Although no, Stan wouldn't have killed him, as tempting as that idea was. He's not a murderer, even when it does seem a fair retaliation, but the term 'an eye for an eye' certainly didn't match up with his retaliation being death. He'd just have to bide his time and get his revenge when it better suited. More particularly when Fraser wasn't around to interrupt it all or catch wind of it.
Now though? Now Fraser was in Canada, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Trouble was, Stanley was in Canada too, and it'd taken him some time to think of a good enough excuse to abandon his partner to fly back for a few days. Parents were the perfect excuse. The sort of excuse where Fraser would politely hold back on questioning and just as politely avoid intruding. Next time they were near an airfield Kowalski had brought it up and the trip had been just as simple as he'd initially planned for. Rare for things to go his way, in fact, but just occasionally there must have been someone smiling down on him.]
It's about to get a whole lot worse.
[And so that trip had eventually all come down to Ray Kowalski laying in the back of that Riveria for far too fucking long, waiting. He had all the patience in the world when it came to revenge, after all, and this? This would be worth waiting for, if only to fill that little void that had been niggling him for far too long.
With his words comes an all too obvious press of metal to Vecchio's neck, lightning fast to prevent too much reaction in such a tight space. There didn't need to be unnecessary grappling, not when it could all be prevented by a well placed gun. And then there's Stanley, sitting up slowly to follow the gun, head peeking in between the two front seats, self-satisfied and who can really blame him?]
Benny couldn't be here, I'll send him your regards.
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Canada wasn't much better. It was cold, dangerous and full of days on end with Fraser, which in itself wasn't such a bad thing, but just occasionally Ray had to resist the urge to sock the Mountie right on the jaw for being an insufferable prick. But that was fine. Ray was learning self restraint and Fraser was learning that look that meant 'shut up before my fist and your face get intimate'. Team work and partnership. That's why they worked so well together, even if Ray hadn't been sure it'd last after Vecchio- the 'real' Vecchio- had swaggered back into their lives.
He wouldn't have believed it were it not for Fraser's certainty. That all too familiar sight of Armando showing up in Chicago, a face that Ray had long since buried in the recesses of his mind and didn't at all appreciate seeing again. He'd thought he'd made his own feeling on the whole scenario pretty obvious from the get go, meeting 'Ray' with an all too clear frostiness, even if Fraser was naively blind to it all. Or perhaps he did see and just hoped to ignore it, one can never tell for sure with the Mountie.
There might have been more to it than a few sharp words, a very minor scuffle and a general air of loathing were it not for the case that had risen it's ugly head. It had required team work from all ends and so they'd all played their part, the new (or original?) Vecchio even getting shot for the sake of Fraser. Not a bad gesture but he was still an asshole. One bullet doesn't make a saint. He's just lucky he wasn't left alone in that hospital bed.
Although no, Stan wouldn't have killed him, as tempting as that idea was. He's not a murderer, even when it does seem a fair retaliation, but the term 'an eye for an eye' certainly didn't match up with his retaliation being death. He'd just have to bide his time and get his revenge when it better suited. More particularly when Fraser wasn't around to interrupt it all or catch wind of it.
Now though? Now Fraser was in Canada, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Trouble was, Stanley was in Canada too, and it'd taken him some time to think of a good enough excuse to abandon his partner to fly back for a few days. Parents were the perfect excuse. The sort of excuse where Fraser would politely hold back on questioning and just as politely avoid intruding. Next time they were near an airfield Kowalski had brought it up and the trip had been just as simple as he'd initially planned for. Rare for things to go his way, in fact, but just occasionally there must have been someone smiling down on him.]
It's about to get a whole lot worse.
[And so that trip had eventually all come down to Ray Kowalski laying in the back of that Riveria for far too fucking long, waiting. He had all the patience in the world when it came to revenge, after all, and this? This would be worth waiting for, if only to fill that little void that had been niggling him for far too long.
With his words comes an all too obvious press of metal to Vecchio's neck, lightning fast to prevent too much reaction in such a tight space. There didn't need to be unnecessary grappling, not when it could all be prevented by a well placed gun. And then there's Stanley, sitting up slowly to follow the gun, head peeking in between the two front seats, self-satisfied and who can really blame him?]
Benny couldn't be here, I'll send him your regards.