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Fraser turned and looked at Ray with an expression that spoke volumes. It said, very clearly that Fraser was upset, worried, guilty, extremely tired and somehow, it was entirely the detective's fault.

"Oh, Come on!" Ray said indignantly reacting to the accusatory look on his friends face. "You can't possibly blame this on me,"

Fraser didn't respond and as far as Ray was concerned he didn't need to, those usually warm blue eyes had turned icy cold and were boring into him. "Okay," Ray said dejectedly "Maybe… you were…" The words, although simple, were suddenly very hard for Ray to pronounce or even think.

"Yes Ray?" Fraser said expectantly.

"Maybe you were rrrr…rrrrrrriii…"

"Is there something you would like to say, Ray?" Fraser encouraged with a smug smile. That little quirk of the Mountie's lips did it. There was no way Ray was going to admit Fraser was right. The words would not pass his lips. Ever. His face crinkled into an unfriendly scowl.

"Forget it, Fraser; I'm not going to do it." Ray headed for his car and got his keys out ready to unlock it.

"Do what, Ray?"

"You know, what," Ray said turning the key and opening the door for Fraser to climb in. "It's a matter of principle now,"

"Understood," Fraser said as he settled himself in the front seat. Ray slammed the door on him. Sometimes that Mountie could really get on his nerves. He walked around the hood of the car to the driver's side.

"No! I don't think you do understand, Fraser," Ray said. How could Fraser possibly understand? Ray, himself wasn't even sure why he wanted to prove Fraser wrong. "This women has good intentions, you'll see, Fraser," Ray opened the door to the drivers side and got in.

"I'm sorry, Ray, did you say something?" an innocent look clouded the Mounties features.

"Just shut up and look out for Constable Williams," Ray said "She can't have gone far,"

After ten minutes of driving, the detective's patience was starting to wear thin. This was stupid. This is meant to be Fraser's job, believing in people! How did he get through a day? It was exasperating.

"This is crazy!" Ray shouted, thumping his fist against the steering wheel. "We're looking for a white wolf and a lady dressed up in a bright red suit, how hard could it be?"

"She's highly skilled, Ray," Fraser said calmly "If she did not wish to be found, we wont find it easy,"

"Hey!" Ray said pointing a threatening finger at Fraser "She wants to be found,"

"Ray-"

"No! Fraser, sometimes you just have to admit that you can make a mistake-"

"Ray-"

"We will find her because she'll be in an obvious place-"

"Ray-"

Ray stopped the car at the traffic lights and took the opportunity to turn towards Fraser. "Why are you against this woman, Fraser?"

"Ray-"

"No let me finish-" Ray stopped startled as Fraser took the detective's face in his hands and pointed it in the direction of the people crossing the road. Right there in front of them was Constable Williams, Dief and the old woman they were helping across the street. "Oh,"