Constable Fraser, phone call for you from Chicago
It's Ray of course. My best friend and Partner I know that now. See I lost my memory 3 weeks ago. I fell off a truck and banged my head... yep that's my life. It hasn't totally returned and whist Ray maintains that we are just friends. I can't shake the feeling that we are more.
Back in Chicago
I've decided I'm going to tell Ray how I feel. What's the worst that could happen?
"Oh, I am sorry I'm looking for Ray Vecchio"
"You found him"
Ok, now I'm confused. Am I going crazy?
"What?" The new guy asks Fraser
"What?"
"Did you say something?
"Did you two switch places"
"What are you going on about?"
"Nothing" replies Fraser
This guy is funny. I mean he said he spoke to Welsh, but he's looking like he's seen a ghost. While we're on the subject he is looking...wow, he's picture did not do him any justice.
Phone rings
Oops back to work
Ray picks up the phone
'Hello'
"It's for you"
'Hello'
I'm very aware of my tongue right now. Uh-oh he's speaking. What did he say?...house...fi... s***.
Oh, great now he's dog is licking me. The man doesn't even wait for me to stop the car. What does he work part time as a fireman or ... you know Superman. He's got the body for it ... Oh, right eyes on the job.
Ray gets out the car.
"Watch where you're putting those things" Francesca warns him
Later
So through investigation I know this man is not Ray Vecchio. I will reveal my findings to the Lieutenant.
Later still
Wow he looks different out of uniform, not better not worst. Well a little worst, you know I can't resist a man in uniform. That postcard cheered him up must be a good friend.
"Hey, Ray"
He called me Ray
"Would you like to go get something to eat with me?"
"er...yea, I'll meet you at the car."
25 minutes later
"What do you want my treat... (In head)...this is not a date" asks Ray
"No, come on I asked you out"
I could kick myself. If this was a cartoon my tongue would be on the floor. The guy is ... a painting. He's question brings me out of my trance.
"Is there something in the water over in Canada?"
"What?"
"Nothing"
Ray told me about this it's called flirting. Maybe he's just trying to be friendly. I'm trying not to assume and stare, but I can't help it he is gorgeous.
The next day
I'm at the station again first thing in the morning. I'm ashamed to say I lied to my boss. I told her Ray needed me. In natural fact I need to see him. I need to know I'm not crazy.
45 minutes later
Apparently Ray's gone AWOL and something else I never knew about him he's a dancer.
"Hi, Ray" greets Fraser
He's angry, he's shouting right now. All I can think is he has gorgeous eyes.
This guy is crazy I could have killed him. I know he's right, but I'm not leaving so he better get comfortable.
"People are counting on you Ray. They could lose their jobs"
I am most certainly aware that I'm looking at his ass.
An hour and a half later
He may be hot, but he is a lousy shot
Wait did he ask what I think he asked?