Ray parked his GTO in front of the Canadian Consulate and ran up the steps to the front door. "Hey, Constable Johnston, I hope you have a nice shift." He said to the Mountie standing at attention in front of the building. He knew that the Constable couldn't answer him just like the guards at the Buckingham Palace in England, but he always felt like he couldn't just ignore whoever was stationed on guard duty. It was a lousy job but at least in this building the Mounties who had the duty could stand behind a fence, and he at least would always acknowledge that they were there doing a good job. Of course he couldn't imagine a Mountie not doing a good job at guard duty; even Turnbull could pull that one off.

Turnbull was as usual stationed at the front desk. "Hey Turnbull! How did your date with Frannie go last night? I saw a very happy lady in the station this morning!" Ray chuckled as Turnbull blushed. He couldn't believe that Frannie and Turnbull had gotten together, but the truth was they were very good together. He would make Frannie a wonderful wife when Ray Vechio got back from his undercover assignment. Frannie was determined that her brother would be there to walk her down the aisle. Every Sunday Ray added his prayers to hers and the rest of the Vechio's, although in a different church. It was one of the requirements of the assignment that he not run into any of Vechio's childhood friends and that meant avoiding the church that the family had gone to since before Ray Vechio had been born. He could pass himself off as a fellow detective passing notes between the family members or heaven forbid, as an officer responding to a call like on the day he'd met Fraser if he needed to, but he couldn't pass himself off as a Vechio there. That had been one a hell of a day with the fires and then driving Vechio's car into Lake Michigan. He still couldn't get Fraser to say the name right. Oh well, it wasn't like he was the best at remembering stuff like that either.

"Miss Vechio told me that she had always wanted to go to the opera but had never believed that she would be able to. I was very pleased to be able to escort her." Turnbull blushed again. He knew of course that this wasn't the real Ray Vechio, but this Ray Vechio was just as overly protective of Miss Vechio as if he were her real brother.

"Well she was all smiles today, so a heartfelt thank you from everyone she works with downtown. Is Fraser in his office or does the Inspector have him running errands or somethin?" Ray knew that the tickets for the opera had been the season passes ones the Consulate regularly bought to entertain visiting dignitaries. He was glad that Turnbull had managed to get them for Frannie for their date. His 'sister' had been walking on cloud nine and humming as she filed papers all morning.

"Constable Fraser is indeed in his office Detective." Turnbull said with his usual enthusiasm.

"Thanks buddy." Ray sprinted up the stairs to Fraser's closet of an office. He could see that once again his partner was bored to tears over the idiotic paperwork that went through any governmental office. Not that anyone else could tell of course, it was just that he had spent close to a year learning all of his partner's quirks and he knew what 'bored' looked like on the Mountie. "Hey Frase! I gotta talk to ya!" He leaned in the doorway. "It's about somethin official, so I need to see if you wanna do it. Then we need to run it past the Ice Queen." Ray jerked his thumb down the hall in the direction of the Inspector's office.

"What is it Ray?" Fraser asked. This wasn't usual, although it had happened rarely that the police department had needed for him to do something that had needed the Inspector's approval. He ignored the Ice Queen comment knowing that chastising Ray for it would only encourage him.

"Have you been watchin the news lately? That little blow up in Washington State about the super cop?" Ray fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket.

"If you mean have I seen the press conference where Blair Sandburg declared himself a fraud over a paper upon sentinels, yes I have Ray."

"Well, Jim Ellison, the Sentinel himself, just called a press conference of his own and said that his buddy only said he was a fraud because some publisher had stolen the paper and put the cop's life in danger. Kid's rep is restored and he's flying high for being such a buddy to the cop. But there is a lot of heat coming down on every body at their station house. I thought you might wanna help out a little cause I think your one of those Sentinel guys too and if we come out and say well, here's another one, it might take some heat off of these guys. But if you do we gotta run it past the Ice Queen."

"You believe that I am a Sentinel Ray?" Fraser asked in surprise. He absorbed the idea of a grad student sacrificing his career for a friend with ease. It was evident that the young man was very honorable, rather like his own partner.

"Frase, you got four outa the five for sure. All we gotta do is test you for touch and I'm sure you'll pass that with flying colors. All it comes down to is do you wanna do this or not. Cause if you don't wanna, it stops right here." He promised his friend. There was no way he was going to put his buddy up for this if he didn't want to do it.

"Ray I'd be more than happy to help in any way I can. But are you sure I'd really qualify? I really don't think that my senses are all that more acute than anyone else's." Fraser protested as he left his office and began to walk with Ray down to the Inspector's.

"Trust me Mister Bat Ears, you qualify."

Ray stood in front of Inspector Thatcher's desk and once again explained the situation. He'd said it so many times he was beginning to think that he'd still have it memorized when he kicked the bucket. "So you believe that Constable Fraser is one of these Sentinels? How sure are you Detective?" Inspector Thatcher was not apposed to getting some good publicity for Canada but she wanted to make sure that it wouldn't blow up in her face.

"Inspector, there is no doubt that Fraser has at least four enhanced senses. Knowing him, there is no doubt that his sense of touch is just as enhanced as the rest of them are. We just need to get him tested and Lieutenant Welsh is talking to the Captain of Sentinel Ellison in Cascade right now. We don't want to go ahead without your approval of course, which is why I'm here talking to you right now. This could mean a lot of publicity."

"What about your 'situation' detective?" Inspector Thatcher was a hard woman, but she did not have any wish to jeopardize a fellow police officer's life, even one as irritating as either of the Detective Vechios.

"This will mostly be going through you and the RCMP Inspector. I figure Lt. Welch and maybe a few of the people in the unit would give interviews and the like, but I can't be put in front of the camera for obvious reasons. I'll probably be put on vacation or something." He waved his hands around. "Besides, I haven't said anything because it's not for sure yet, but it looks like this assignment might be over soon. I wouldn't put in writing yet, but that's the rumor."

"Ray!"

"Don't get your mukluks in a bunch, Frase, it ain't for certain yet. For now we just keep going." Ray shot his partner a glare.

"Understood."

"All right, Constable get yourself tested and if you pass set up a meeting between myself and Lt. Welch to discuss exactly how we will go about the announcement." Inspector Thatcher said. "Dismissed."

"Yes sir." Fraser said and led Ray out of the office.