Dealing in Trouble
And so it begins again. He made a full recovery, physically at least. I'm still worried about him. So much for being a detective. I can't even pry what's wrong out of him. Every time I do just come out and ask (all of one time) what the fucks the matter with him, he says nothing. Nothing. Yeah, right. I have picked up the phone to call a shrink, but every time I do, I can just see the anger and betrayal that will be in his eyes when I tell him. I just put the phone down.
I followed him again, to the same spot, only this time without Welsh with me. I wouldn't be surprised to find him here anyway. Fraser began with the usual song and again added another one. I didn't even know he knew Savage Garden existed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I didn't exactly grow up in the city, and there are few songs that can describe how I feel in such a large city, but some of these verses come pretty close. So here it is, The Animal Song by Savage Garden
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far I've got to break away So take my hand now
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide
Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands, yeah Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand, yeah
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
Sometimes this life can get you down It's so confusing There's so many rules to follow And I feel it Cause I just run away in my mind
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide
Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands, yeah Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand, yeah, yeah
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair
I want to live And I want to live I want to live like animals I want to live like animals like animals like animals
Well, he was making progress. At least this song had an upbeat sound to it, and maybe the lyrics weren't as depressing. But something was still wrong with him. I was going to find out what it was if it killed me. Or him. Which ever came first.
"Ok, Frase, you are not leaving here until you tell me what the fuck is going on." Here being my apartment where we generally had pizza or Chinese after a case was closed.
"Language, Ray, and I have no idea what you mean." "Like hell, that song you sang a couple days ago and I quote: 'When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far I've got to break away So take my hand now.
I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide'"
"You still wanna tell me there's nothin' wrong? I won't believe ya." Frase had gotten very pale, well, more then usual, and he looked like he was gonna hurl. "You followed me?"
"Fraser, I followed you a couple of times, onc,e a couple of days before YOU GOT SHOT! You still in denial? You and I got the next couple of days off; I can wait as long as you can. Even longer." I ignored the sceptical look he shot me and said "Go ahead, try me."
He paused, looking like he was deciding what to do, trying to find a way out, when he says "All right. You sure you want to know? Think about it carefully Ray. This will change both of our lives. For better of worse is up to you." I didn't even have to think about it. "Shoot." I almost winced at my unfortunate choice of words, but shrugged it off.
"I'm in love with you."
In the words of Benton Fraser, oh dear.
And so it begins again. He made a full recovery, physically at least. I'm still worried about him. So much for being a detective. I can't even pry what's wrong out of him. Every time I do just come out and ask (all of one time) what the fucks the matter with him, he says nothing. Nothing. Yeah, right. I have picked up the phone to call a shrink, but every time I do, I can just see the anger and betrayal that will be in his eyes when I tell him. I just put the phone down.
I followed him again, to the same spot, only this time without Welsh with me. I wouldn't be surprised to find him here anyway. Fraser began with the usual song and again added another one. I didn't even know he knew Savage Garden existed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I didn't exactly grow up in the city, and there are few songs that can describe how I feel in such a large city, but some of these verses come pretty close. So here it is, The Animal Song by Savage Garden
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far I've got to break away So take my hand now
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide
Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands, yeah Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand, yeah
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
Sometimes this life can get you down It's so confusing There's so many rules to follow And I feel it Cause I just run away in my mind
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide
Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands, yeah Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand, yeah, yeah
Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair
I want to live And I want to live I want to live like animals I want to live like animals like animals like animals
Well, he was making progress. At least this song had an upbeat sound to it, and maybe the lyrics weren't as depressing. But something was still wrong with him. I was going to find out what it was if it killed me. Or him. Which ever came first.
"Ok, Frase, you are not leaving here until you tell me what the fuck is going on." Here being my apartment where we generally had pizza or Chinese after a case was closed.
"Language, Ray, and I have no idea what you mean." "Like hell, that song you sang a couple days ago and I quote: 'When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far I've got to break away So take my hand now.
I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide'"
"You still wanna tell me there's nothin' wrong? I won't believe ya." Frase had gotten very pale, well, more then usual, and he looked like he was gonna hurl. "You followed me?"
"Fraser, I followed you a couple of times, onc,e a couple of days before YOU GOT SHOT! You still in denial? You and I got the next couple of days off; I can wait as long as you can. Even longer." I ignored the sceptical look he shot me and said "Go ahead, try me."
He paused, looking like he was deciding what to do, trying to find a way out, when he says "All right. You sure you want to know? Think about it carefully Ray. This will change both of our lives. For better of worse is up to you." I didn't even have to think about it. "Shoot." I almost winced at my unfortunate choice of words, but shrugged it off.
"I'm in love with you."
In the words of Benton Fraser, oh dear.