Six words, huh? Sounds like a fun idea. What the hell. Lets go for it.

[not_that_ray]

I intend to keep my promise.

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[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

... Yes.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

...

I...

I didn't know.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Ray. She said she had no desire to wake you, and ... well, you needed your rest, and frankly, considering the varied and strong medications you were under the influence of at the time, I sincerely doubted she or I would have been able to do so.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I... uh... I gave her the key to my apartment. Kind of stupid. Who gives a key to their ex-wife, right? Was-

Just in case something ever-

In case she-

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

I don't think it was stupid, Ray. Regardless of your relationship status, she's still someone you have some considerable measure of trust in.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Look. Do me a favor, Fraser?

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*fishes into his pocket for a minute and reaches out to offer Fraser something*

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

*raises his eyebrows slightly in silent query as he lifts a hand to take it*

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*deposits a key before turning silently to walk away*

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

*looks down at the key for a long moment, then closes his hand over it, his brow furrowing in confusion*

Ray ...

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*is already out of earshot*

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

*looks up, and notes this, then opens his hand and looks down at the key once more. Then he makes a brief facial shrug and tucks it safely away in the pouch on his belt, uncertain precisely just what happened, or what's been asked of him, but determined to respect it, nevertheless*

Right. Time for work.