Disclaimer I do not own Due South.
This is my second Due South story and follows on from Back With A Vengence.
Give Me A Reason.
Lt Harvey Welsh had been a policeman for as long as he could remember. He smiled slightly as he sat at his desk and watched the two Rays bickering in the outer office as Elaine and Francesca deliberately avoided them. Even Huey and Duey were keeping a discreet distance. For a moment he wondered where the two Canadian officers who had become a part of the furniture were. Sighing he picked up the phone knowing a call at that time of day was not going to be good news.
"Yeah?" He snapped into the phone as the commotion in the bullpen seemed to take on a new level of noise.
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"Fraser?" Elaine stopped as she walked back to her desk carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. Francesca took one from her gratefully.
"Yeah. That's what I said." Kowalski was beginning to get annoyed. Diefenbaker barked once as he stood next to Ray Kowalski.
"He was late?" Even to her own ears that sounded wrong.
"No. He wasn't there."
"How was he not there?" Vecchio was immediately worried.
"As in he wasn't there. As in absent, not present when required." Kowalski watched as Vecchio rolled his eyes.
"What about the dragon lady? Turnbull?" Francesca bit her nails as the door to the office burst open.
"Kowalski, Vecchio, Elaine, Francesca. My office!" Lt Welsh turned and slammed the door on his way back in. The two women exchanged glances as they followed their boss into the office. Elaine sighed as she saw Huey and Dewy were already watching her. It was going to be a long day.
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Turnbull stood outside the Consulate immobile as the pedestrians hurried past. He was grateful it was sunny and relatively warm after the Chicago winter. He remained focused as Kowalski and Vecchio approached, he knew the americans were going to try to distract him. He had seven more minutes of his shift left and he was not going to become derelict in his duty, whatever they said.
"Hey Turnbull." Vecchio stared at him. "Fraser in?"
No response. Kowalski raised an eyebrow.
"Thatcher?"
Again no response.
"Have you seen them this morning?"
"Ray he ain't going to answer you." Kowalski smiled as he walked past him into the Canadian Consulate. Vecchio nodded once before following him.
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"Ben?" Meg felt sick. She had no idea where she was. Just that she had left work with Fraser the night before. The plan had been to get something to eat and spend the night at his apartment. The last thing she remembered was him stepping back to let her go through the door first. Always the gentleman. She smiled slightly as she realised he was in the same room as her. Although there was no sign of Diefenbaker, which worried her slightly.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Meg smiled as she heard him ask.
"No. I think I'm ok." Meg lied. Every cell in her body burned. "You?"
"I think I'll live." Ben reached for her hand as the muscles in his shoulder screamed in protest.
"Really?" A distinctly Canadian accent asked. Both Fraser and Meg looked towards the heavy set tattooed man in the corner. "I wouldn't be so sure."
A/N Should I continue with this? Does anyone read Due South stories anymore? Please review.
