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Title: Tears Of Rage 6/10?
Rated: PG
Spoilers: minors for various eps
Teaser: When Fraser is killed while saving Ray K's life, the
detective struggles to cope with the Mountie's death.
Ray tugged uncomfortably at the collar of his dress uniform as
checked his appearance in the Riv's side view mirror. "I could never
wear this thing all the time," he muttered as smoothed the uniform
and adjusted his hat. "We detectives never realize how good we have
it until we have to put these on." He glanced at Vecchio. "You're
awfully quiet. Are you holding up all right?"
"As good as can be expected," Vecchio answered.
"I just want to get this done and get out of there," Ray
sighed. "Funerals give me the creeps."
"You think you've got it bad," said a voice from behind them. "It's
nothing compared to watching your own funeral."
"Do you mind?" both men asked in unison.
"You mean you can…?" Ray trailed off.
"Yes," Vecchio answered.
"Thank God, I thought I was losing it," Ray said, a bit of relief in
his voice.
"I thought I was losing it," Vecchio said. "I mean, it's not every
night you find a dead Mountie in your bedroom." (note: I got my rays
mixed up here, hence the living room thing in the last draft. It
should be ok now.
Ray turned back to Fraser. "You're actually going to your own
funeral?"
"I don't see why not," Fraser answered. "I mean, who's going to see
me besides you two and Dief?"
"Just keep quiet during it, all right?" Ray asked. "I don't want
strange looks in my direction. If I start talking to myself, I'm
liable to end up paying a visit to the force psychiatrist."
They reached St. Michael's and went inside. As Ray looked around, he
noticed quite a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones as well.
Welsh and Inspector Thatcher sat in the front row. Both were quiet
and reserved. Constable Turnbull sat a few rows behind them, sobbing
loudly just as he had the last time he thought Fraser was dead. Huey
and Dewey sat in the same row as Turnbull, quiet, but occasionally
talking to each other. Elaine was crying quietly and talking with
some other uniformed officers whom Ray didn't recongize. Mort sat a
little further toward the back. Frannie, Mrs. Vecchio, and the rest
of the Vecchios were in the row just behind Turnbull and the Duck
Boys. Frannie was sobbing, just like last time, and Ma was trying to
comfort her.
Before sitting down, the Rays went up to see Fraser. Everything
looked very much as it had that time before, but Fraser wasn't
wearing that yellow belt this time. Ray noticed that what Fraser had
said was true. The back of the Stetson had been cut off.
"I think they did a good job," Vecchio said. "He looks very natural."
"Yes, he does," Ray answered, trying his best not to get sick, as he
usually did around dead bodies. "You know, this is strange, going to
his funeral again."
"I heard about that case, but I'm glad I wasn't there. I understand
what you mean though."
Yes, Ray thought, it was a strange déjà vu. It still seemed
impossible that it was real this time. He half expected to see Fraser
sit up in the coffin again. But, he knew it wasn't going to happen
this time.
The service started, and before long, it was time for the eulogies.
Lt. Welsh talked of how he considered Fraser one of his own men even
though he wasn't a member of the Chicago PD. Inspector Thatcher
described how, even though she always said she disliked Fraser, and
always seem to be arguing with him, deep inside, she'd begun to like
him. Some of Ray Vecchio's thoughts almost mirrored Ray's own.
Vecchio spoke of his friendship with the Mountie and of how terrible
he'd felt when he'd almost killed him on the platform at Union
Station. He also spoke of the long stint away in Vegas and how much
he'd missed the Mountie. He talked of his thoughts the day he'd come
out from undercover and had opened the door of the apartment to find
the Mountie, and had then had to fight his emotions at seeing his
best friend again.
Soon, it was Ray's turn. He approached the lectern, tugging on his
collar a time or two. It was a nervous habit he'd picked up from the
Mountie.
"Constable Fraser was one of the best men the Chicago PD ever had. He
wasn't an official member of the force, but he was just as much a
part of the force as any officer here. When I first met him five
years ago, I had no idea how close we would become. I wasn't even
sure what to think of him at first, but as time passed, we became
friends. I'll admit, I didn't quite trust him at first but we did
learn to work together.
"Most police officers do become friends with their partners, it's one
of those things that has to happen if they're to work together
efficiently, but I can honestly say I don't think many of them become
as close as Fraser and I did. He was willing to give his life to save
mine, and I'll never forget that. I only regret that I didn't have
the chance to thank him. I'm not even sure I would have known how to
thank him." Ray looked up briefly to exchange a glance and a nod with
Fraser who nodded back.
It is fitting, though, that he died doing the work he loved and that
he had dedicated his life to. I think that all of us at the Chicago
PD who knew him have been very saddened by his senseless death. He
will be greatly missed by all that knew him. Thank you."
Ray walked back and sat down. His mind wandered on and off during the
rest of the service, but he managed to pay attention most of the
time.
"…Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of
everlasting piece, and the glorious company of the saints in light"
Fr. Behan said, finishing the closing prayer as Ray's mind came back
to the present. he congregation responded "Amen"
Ray, Welsh, Vecchio, Huey, Duey and Inspector Thatcher served as the
pallbearers and moved the coffin from the church to the hearse after
the service was over. The body would now be taken back to the
Northwest Territories and Fraser would be buried next to his parents.
As they finished, Welsh's cell phone rang.
Ray started back toward the Riv, along with Vecchio and Dief, but
Welsh stopped them.
"We've got problems. Bower's out. He overpowered the officer who was
taking him to lockup at Cook County and got away."
Ray's mind traveled back to Bower's words "If you think you've heard
the last of me you're wrong, Vecchio!"
Vecchio answered for both of them."Ok…We'll get on it. Can the
officer who was transporting him give any information?"
" He's dead. But, there were a couple of witnesses that are being
interviewed right now so you can get some specifics when you get to
the station."
Ray turned back toward the coffin, which was still visible in the
open door of the hearse. "I'll get him, buddy, I'll get him for you."
Title: Tears Of Rage 6/10?
Rated: PG
Spoilers: minors for various eps
Teaser: When Fraser is killed while saving Ray K's life, the
detective struggles to cope with the Mountie's death.
Ray tugged uncomfortably at the collar of his dress uniform as
checked his appearance in the Riv's side view mirror. "I could never
wear this thing all the time," he muttered as smoothed the uniform
and adjusted his hat. "We detectives never realize how good we have
it until we have to put these on." He glanced at Vecchio. "You're
awfully quiet. Are you holding up all right?"
"As good as can be expected," Vecchio answered.
"I just want to get this done and get out of there," Ray
sighed. "Funerals give me the creeps."
"You think you've got it bad," said a voice from behind them. "It's
nothing compared to watching your own funeral."
"Do you mind?" both men asked in unison.
"You mean you can…?" Ray trailed off.
"Yes," Vecchio answered.
"Thank God, I thought I was losing it," Ray said, a bit of relief in
his voice.
"I thought I was losing it," Vecchio said. "I mean, it's not every
night you find a dead Mountie in your bedroom." (note: I got my rays
mixed up here, hence the living room thing in the last draft. It
should be ok now.
Ray turned back to Fraser. "You're actually going to your own
funeral?"
"I don't see why not," Fraser answered. "I mean, who's going to see
me besides you two and Dief?"
"Just keep quiet during it, all right?" Ray asked. "I don't want
strange looks in my direction. If I start talking to myself, I'm
liable to end up paying a visit to the force psychiatrist."
They reached St. Michael's and went inside. As Ray looked around, he
noticed quite a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones as well.
Welsh and Inspector Thatcher sat in the front row. Both were quiet
and reserved. Constable Turnbull sat a few rows behind them, sobbing
loudly just as he had the last time he thought Fraser was dead. Huey
and Dewey sat in the same row as Turnbull, quiet, but occasionally
talking to each other. Elaine was crying quietly and talking with
some other uniformed officers whom Ray didn't recongize. Mort sat a
little further toward the back. Frannie, Mrs. Vecchio, and the rest
of the Vecchios were in the row just behind Turnbull and the Duck
Boys. Frannie was sobbing, just like last time, and Ma was trying to
comfort her.
Before sitting down, the Rays went up to see Fraser. Everything
looked very much as it had that time before, but Fraser wasn't
wearing that yellow belt this time. Ray noticed that what Fraser had
said was true. The back of the Stetson had been cut off.
"I think they did a good job," Vecchio said. "He looks very natural."
"Yes, he does," Ray answered, trying his best not to get sick, as he
usually did around dead bodies. "You know, this is strange, going to
his funeral again."
"I heard about that case, but I'm glad I wasn't there. I understand
what you mean though."
Yes, Ray thought, it was a strange déjà vu. It still seemed
impossible that it was real this time. He half expected to see Fraser
sit up in the coffin again. But, he knew it wasn't going to happen
this time.
The service started, and before long, it was time for the eulogies.
Lt. Welsh talked of how he considered Fraser one of his own men even
though he wasn't a member of the Chicago PD. Inspector Thatcher
described how, even though she always said she disliked Fraser, and
always seem to be arguing with him, deep inside, she'd begun to like
him. Some of Ray Vecchio's thoughts almost mirrored Ray's own.
Vecchio spoke of his friendship with the Mountie and of how terrible
he'd felt when he'd almost killed him on the platform at Union
Station. He also spoke of the long stint away in Vegas and how much
he'd missed the Mountie. He talked of his thoughts the day he'd come
out from undercover and had opened the door of the apartment to find
the Mountie, and had then had to fight his emotions at seeing his
best friend again.
Soon, it was Ray's turn. He approached the lectern, tugging on his
collar a time or two. It was a nervous habit he'd picked up from the
Mountie.
"Constable Fraser was one of the best men the Chicago PD ever had. He
wasn't an official member of the force, but he was just as much a
part of the force as any officer here. When I first met him five
years ago, I had no idea how close we would become. I wasn't even
sure what to think of him at first, but as time passed, we became
friends. I'll admit, I didn't quite trust him at first but we did
learn to work together.
"Most police officers do become friends with their partners, it's one
of those things that has to happen if they're to work together
efficiently, but I can honestly say I don't think many of them become
as close as Fraser and I did. He was willing to give his life to save
mine, and I'll never forget that. I only regret that I didn't have
the chance to thank him. I'm not even sure I would have known how to
thank him." Ray looked up briefly to exchange a glance and a nod with
Fraser who nodded back.
It is fitting, though, that he died doing the work he loved and that
he had dedicated his life to. I think that all of us at the Chicago
PD who knew him have been very saddened by his senseless death. He
will be greatly missed by all that knew him. Thank you."
Ray walked back and sat down. His mind wandered on and off during the
rest of the service, but he managed to pay attention most of the
time.
"…Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of
everlasting piece, and the glorious company of the saints in light"
Fr. Behan said, finishing the closing prayer as Ray's mind came back
to the present. he congregation responded "Amen"
Ray, Welsh, Vecchio, Huey, Duey and Inspector Thatcher served as the
pallbearers and moved the coffin from the church to the hearse after
the service was over. The body would now be taken back to the
Northwest Territories and Fraser would be buried next to his parents.
As they finished, Welsh's cell phone rang.
Ray started back toward the Riv, along with Vecchio and Dief, but
Welsh stopped them.
"We've got problems. Bower's out. He overpowered the officer who was
taking him to lockup at Cook County and got away."
Ray's mind traveled back to Bower's words "If you think you've heard
the last of me you're wrong, Vecchio!"
Vecchio answered for both of them."Ok…We'll get on it. Can the
officer who was transporting him give any information?"
" He's dead. But, there were a couple of witnesses that are being
interviewed right now so you can get some specifics when you get to
the station."
Ray turned back toward the coffin, which was still visible in the
open door of the hearse. "I'll get him, buddy, I'll get him for you."