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He's already moved the stack once. It doesn't stop him from moving it again. From one side of the desk to the other. This time though he takes the time to rifle through the layers, looking not just under but between the loose sheets of paper. The stack hemorrhages paper clips and scraps of small scribblings as he does so. Some land on his lap. Others fall onto the floor or into the trash can.

"Gotta..."

The whole thing teeters. Ray is, of course, oblivious. It's abandoned in favor of the top drawer of his desk. He yanks it open and thrusts his hand in, moving the mess inside around with no rhyme or reason. The contents haven't changed since the last time he looked five minutes ago.

"... be here..."

He slams it home, causing the entire desk to stagger. The vibration in turn causes the precariously perched collection of papers to slide in every direction. His eyes grow to the size of saucers as he dives for the unwieldy monster.

"Shit!"

The paperwork just seems to glide right past his hands, his efforts mocked.

From one small mess to one gigantic mess. Nice, Ray. Nice.

"... somewhere," he breathes out in defeat.

Date: 2008-01-14 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
The comment doesn't stop him from exiting the car. "And Anthony's is three blocks from here," he adds.

Date: 2008-01-14 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Fraser's head reappears over the top of the car's roof-- or rather, his Stetson does, at least initially. "I'm sure your shooting efficacy will be greatly enhanced by having a full stomach."

Date: 2008-01-14 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"A full stomach enhances everything, Fraser."

Scary thing? He really believe it. This is truly a man who thinks with his stomach.

Date: 2008-01-14 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
"Provided that efficacy is confined to the line of duty and the range, of course." Does Fraser believe Ray would do something as low as go shoot a guy who's dating his ex-wife? Of course not.

Really.

Date: 2008-01-14 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"Don't sweat it, Fraser. I'm not gunna cap the son of a bitch."

Yet.

Date: 2008-01-14 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
He says nothing, but he raises his eyebrows at him pointedly. He doesn't want a reason to be concerned.

Date: 2008-01-14 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"Rough him up first."

Okay, now he's just daydreaming.

Date: 2008-01-15 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Fraser waits for Ray to fall into step with him on the pavement before responding. "Love is a complex animal, Ray. It can make the most rational of us do the most irrational things."

Date: 2008-01-15 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"Then I'm gunna string him up by his toenails."

His gaze wanders off unfocused down the sidewalk.

Date: 2008-01-15 04:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
"And this would be considered an improvement over shooting him?"

Date: 2008-01-15 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"Thumbscrews. Definitely thumbscrews," he mumbles.

Date: 2008-01-16 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Fraser resumes his walking pace. "You know, Ray, the Inuit have a saying ... 'Before you love, learn to run through the snow leaving no footprints.'"

Date: 2008-01-16 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
"... snow without-"

That seems to break the train of wishful thinking.

"What's it supposed to mean, Fraser?"

Date: 2008-01-16 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
The Mountie meets his friend's puzzled look with a smile. "I have no idea. But it seemed like a good time to use it."

Date: 2008-01-16 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
A smirk rises to his face.

"You practice those, Fraser? Have 'um ready on the fly?"

Date: 2008-01-16 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
He's nothing if not forthright. The smile doesn't go anywhere just yet. "Yes."

Date: 2008-01-16 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
He laughs.

"They come in a special little book? All referenced like?"
Edited Date: 2008-01-16 02:22 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-01-16 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
"Well yes, Ray. In the Philosophy section of the Inuvik Public Library."

Date: 2008-01-16 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
His steps tapper off and he looks up, scrutinizing his partner. Yup. Here is comes.

"Fraser? You're a freak."

Date: 2008-01-16 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Fraser stops a few paces ahead, and looks back at him. "Understood, Ray."

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