Whatever Happened to..?

by Holly C

Rated G



Spring came around far too often at the consulate, thought Fraser as he pulled a feather duster (Rhode Island Red, if I'm not mistaken, he commented) out of its box in the store cupboard. The Inspector was such a slave to routine.

This was his third year as her "inferior", his second spring. He stopped short of donning an apron as Turnbull had. His was a frilly and flowery affair and Fraser had to politely stifle a giggle when he saw it. Turnbull seemed oblivious to the stares of visitors and staff alike for he was far too busy dusting the Queen's bedroom in readiness for an important visitor. Though he was wearing his dress reds Fraser was not afraid that he would get the uniform dirty. Ah no, he had a secret way of keeping it clean which involved a lot of ice. Easy enough in the territories, but slightly more challenging in Chicago. Still that had never deterred Fraser and his uniform (as the first Ray had often remarked), never got soiled.

He waved the duster in the air then parried with it a few times, raised it to his forehead, "en garde" he shouted to his wolf. Diefenbaker, gambolled playfully in the confined space enjoying the game, only stopping when a box, dislodged by his tail, tumbled from its resting place to scatter peanuts all over the floor. Fraser scowled, "Oh dear, more cleaning up". Diefenbaker, who hurriedly attacked the peanuts, gobbling them down as if he hadn't eaten all day, forestalled him, however.

Fraser pointed the duster at him,

"You know you'll regret eating all these. You are an arctic wolf; a sparse diet is the only type you need. You will have to work that lot off with a 10 mile run this evening," he admonished.

The Mountie bent down and picked up the box and put it by the door. Then he returned to the shelf in order to rearrange the rest of the objects on it so that there would not be an obvious space. As he did so his hand encountered something sticky. He lifted his fingers towards the dim light and scrutinised them, he sniffed, he licked, then presented them to Diefenbaker.

"Here boy, what do you think? " He enunciated. The wolf paused from his snacking to woof deeply.

"I agree." his master answered. "And rhesus positive too."

Fraser scowled in anticipation of what he might find on the higher shelves. He pulled out a small step stool and hesitantly climbed up. The shelves above were filled with more boxes and it took several minutes to remove them all. Some were quite heavy and unwieldy. Finally, he was breathless and hot with effort, but the shelves were cleared. Fraser nearly fell from the step in amazement.

Laid out in full dress uniform, Stetson still in place, only slightly covered in the dust of two years was the corpse of Ovitz.

"Oh dear." muttered Fraser. "The Inspector has some explaining to do."



The end



Well didn't you always wonder what had happened to him? And yes I do realise that 2 year old blood is unlikely to still be sticky. That is artistic license !

Disclaimer. Characters are alliance's but the story is mine.