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The Proposal
by Janet Jongebloed
Margaret Thatcher was driving to the Italian restaurant when she started thinking about the past week. She couldn't understand Fraser's current behavior. He seemed more jumpy around her than ever. That had annoyed the Inspector, Fraser had known this but it seemed he couldn't control his actions.
To top off the week, an envelope had been on her desk at the beginning of the day. In it was a letter telling her to go to Lombardi's Restorante at 8 o'clock that night.
The letter was unsigned and no one at the consulate knew who had delivered it. She thought of all the weirdoes who could have delivered it but still she decided to go.
As she turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, she was greeted by Fraser.
"Hello Ma'am" Fraser welcomed her.
"What are you doing here, Constable" Inspector Thatcher asked "Well... you see ... that note on your desk today.. it was from me." He was turning the color of his bright red uniform.
"You" Margaret said unbelieving "Why did I need to come here? What do you need?"
"Can we go inside? Our reservations are strictly at 8 o'clock," Fraser said not answering the questions.
Margaret followed Fraser into the restaurant. They were seated quickly, considering how many people were there.
It was a charming little restaurant. Each table was draped in a tablecloth of white. In the center of each table was a vase with a single rose in it.
Fraser pulled out Thatcher's chair for her. Thatcher wondered what had gotten into him.
"Fraser why did you bring me here?" Thatcher asked as Fraser sat down.
"I wanted to bring you someplace special" Fraser answered.
"Why?" Thatcher asked trying to get to the point.
'Well" Fraser said while fishing through his pocket. He pulled out the velvet box. "I wanted to give this to you."
Thatcher took the box from his hands. As she opened the box things started to piece together. Inside was an engagement ring.
"Do you like it?" Fraser asked
"WOW, Fraser. I love it" Thatcher exclaimed
"Will you ... ?" Fraser started
"Of course I will Fraser," Thatcher said as she looked into Fraser's eyes.
"Thank you kindly, Mrs. Fraser." Fraser paused for a second. "Unless of course you'd prefer Mrs. Thatcher-Fraser?"
THE END
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me do you really think I'd be writing fanfic?
The Proposal
by Janet Jongebloed
Margaret Thatcher was driving to the Italian restaurant when she started thinking about the past week. She couldn't understand Fraser's current behavior. He seemed more jumpy around her than ever. That had annoyed the Inspector, Fraser had known this but it seemed he couldn't control his actions.
To top off the week, an envelope had been on her desk at the beginning of the day. In it was a letter telling her to go to Lombardi's Restorante at 8 o'clock that night.
The letter was unsigned and no one at the consulate knew who had delivered it. She thought of all the weirdoes who could have delivered it but still she decided to go.
As she turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, she was greeted by Fraser.
"Hello Ma'am" Fraser welcomed her.
"What are you doing here, Constable" Inspector Thatcher asked "Well... you see ... that note on your desk today.. it was from me." He was turning the color of his bright red uniform.
"You" Margaret said unbelieving "Why did I need to come here? What do you need?"
"Can we go inside? Our reservations are strictly at 8 o'clock," Fraser said not answering the questions.
Margaret followed Fraser into the restaurant. They were seated quickly, considering how many people were there.
It was a charming little restaurant. Each table was draped in a tablecloth of white. In the center of each table was a vase with a single rose in it.
Fraser pulled out Thatcher's chair for her. Thatcher wondered what had gotten into him.
"Fraser why did you bring me here?" Thatcher asked as Fraser sat down.
"I wanted to bring you someplace special" Fraser answered.
"Why?" Thatcher asked trying to get to the point.
'Well" Fraser said while fishing through his pocket. He pulled out the velvet box. "I wanted to give this to you."
Thatcher took the box from his hands. As she opened the box things started to piece together. Inside was an engagement ring.
"Do you like it?" Fraser asked
"WOW, Fraser. I love it" Thatcher exclaimed
"Will you ... ?" Fraser started
"Of course I will Fraser," Thatcher said as she looked into Fraser's eyes.
"Thank you kindly, Mrs. Fraser." Fraser paused for a second. "Unless of course you'd prefer Mrs. Thatcher-Fraser?"
THE END