Chapter
11 – The others
After
breaking up with Frannie or was it her that had broken up with him,
Stan didn't really know, he had taken to a habit getting to know
Maggie Fraser's guard schedule and started to go by the Canadian
Consulate, he almost felt like a stalker. One day a few weeks later
just before six pm as some young guys stood around her making
comments he couldn't take it anymore. “Why don't you guys either
take a photo with the lovely officer nice and calmly or just get out
of here” he showed them his badge and the guys took to their feet
just as the church bell over the street started to chime. Maggie
relaxed and smiled at Stan “Thank you kindly Stan, they weren't
doing anything really” she said “Well maybe it didn't look like
it in your eyes but to me it wasn't a very nice behavior” he looked
around “May I accompany you home?” he asked in the polite way he
had gotten used to when he was around his Canadian friends. "Oh
that would be nice" Maggie said "I just need to sign off
first" she took the step two at a time with the same efficiency
as Stan seen Ben do so many time before. He lent against the rail and
waited for her return. As they walked side by side Maggie thought of
a subject to talk about and said "Isn't it crazy?" "What?"
he asked and turned his head to look at her. "Ben and Stine's
baby. I mean that will make me an aunt" she said "Bet
you're excited though" she grinned and put her arm thru his
"Nothing goes passed you, does it detective?" she teased.
She saw the sign for her favorite pizza place "Care to join me
for a pizza?" she glanced at him "Dutch of course"
Stan shrugged his shoulders "I can always eat" he held the
door for her.
Back at Inspector Margret
Thatcher's place the mood was somewhat similar. She laid happily
satisfied in Ray's arms. "You have a bad influence on me
Detective Vecchio" she kissed his jawline "How so?" he
looked her in the eyes "Haven't you ever played 'hookie'
before?" he laughed "As a matter of fact" she started
and Ray moved into a sitting position "Sorry of course you
haven't, you're a Mountie, you even work when you're ill" she
too sat up facing him "Well..." Ray put his hand behind her
neck and pulled her in for a kiss "You don't have to explain
yourself to me, cara" he said. She liked it when he called her
that he said it so softly with an Italian accent. She took a deep
breath and snuggled against his neck "I think I might be very
much in love with you Ray" she looked up into his dark eyes. He
kissed her again "I love you too Meg" the next time they
woke up it was dark outside and they were hungry for food. Luckily
Meg had a well stocked fridge and together they made some pasta and
sat down to eat, before they ended up in bed again.
Stan and Maggie enjoyed
dinner together. They had a lot of things to talk about. One of them
was ice hockey. "No way" Stan said when she said that the
Swede Mats Sundin was her favorite rather than the native Wayne
Gretzky "Yes way" she answered and the discussion went on
even as they left the restaurant. When they came to her house she
looked at him "Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?"
she held her breath "Or maybe a beer" he nodded "A
beer sounds good" they went inside "They are in the fridge,
take one out for me too" she said "I'll just get out of
this" she ran her hands over her uniform. Stan thought back to
his officer's days. He had hated the uniform it was much better now
when he was a detective. He took two bottles of beer from the fridge
and sat down in her sofa, when Maggie returned she was dressed in her
favorite pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt and barefoot. “Thank
you kindly” she said as Stan handed her the opened bottle. She sat
down on the opposite side from Stan and pulled her feet up under her.
This way they sat chatting the night away. It was around two in the
morning when Maggie stretched and yawned “Oh I've kept you up,
haven't I?” Stan asked her “No, not at all” she smiled “Anyways
I better get home” he said as he stood up “Or you stay” Maggie
suggested “..on the sofa” she too got up “I've got some pillows
and a blanket here” she opened a footstool and took the things out
and handed it to him. Sparks flew as their hands met and they dropped
everything on the floor and kissed hungrily. Clothes were shredded
and they ended up in Maggie's bedroom.
Stan walked into the 27th
precinct the next morning whistling. He couldn't be happier. “Who
put that smile on your face?” Ray asked as Stan sat down opposite
him at their shared desk “What do you mean?” Stan said “Not
even my sister had you smiling and whistling the next morning”
“Vecchio! Kowalski! My office now” Lt Welsh called and handed
them a file as they stood in front of him. Ray groaned when he saw
the names, it was well known names “Weren't these guys locked up
for life?” he asked “Yes, but apparently they got out on good
behavior and well now it's time to catch them again, preferable
before they do any major crime” Welsh said “You know them?”
Stan asked “Yes, I don't know how many times we've had to put them
away, most likely is that they'll go the usual pattern. Rob a bank or
jewelry store stealing some cars, usually a lot of shooting” Ray
explained to his partner and they started towards the door “Guys”
Welsh called “I've asked Inspector Thatcher for permission to use
Fraser so go pick him up and please use your wests, I don't want to
find you in the morgue” Stan shivered at the word, he hated the
dead people.
As usual Ben was dressed in
his red uniform and Ray sighed heavily “Why?” he knew they now
had to go by the apartment to have Fraser change clothes “Do you
got a west?” he asked as they all were sitting in the car again.
Stan was a bit more preoccupied than usual, Maggie had been standing
on the guard. “Sure, but what does that have to do with this
assignment” Ben said “Oh Benny” Ray shook his head “I mean
bulletproof west?” it was Ben's turn to shake his head “No, I
don't, it's nothing we got in our equipment” he said truthfully “Of
course not” Ray said and snapped his fingers in front of Stan “Wake
up Stanley” he couldn't believe he was going to spend the most of
the next few days with these guys “We have to go by the precinct
then and pick you up a west” Ben lent forward from the backseat
“What's up with you?” he asked Stan who grinned from one ear to
another “He won't say” Ray put in “But he came into the
precinct smiling and whistling” Ben looked at his friend in
surprise, usually Stan wasn't so cheerful, especially in the mornings
“Must be something in the air” Ben said and looked at Ray “Maggie
was singing when she came in today” Both Ray and Ben looked at Stan
when they connected all threads.“I certainly hope you're not
cheating on my sister” Ray shot him an evil look and Stan shook his
head “No, we've finished it a couple of weeks ago” he said
“Mutually I might add” he said and looked at Ray who parked the
car outside the station house “Let's go see if we can find Benny a
west” at least he could try and protect his friend this way as he
didn't have any jurisdiction to carry a weapon in Chicago, it had
annoyed Ray many times but Fraser had other ways to get the bad guys
down.
It took they guys the best
part of three weeks to track down and catch the Dalton brothers. Well
Ben couldn't help out every time and Stine didn't really like it when
he strapped on the west that now was fitted to his own measures. She
knew he had been out on much more dangerous things before back in
Canada but this was here and now. Most crossed with him had she been
the day when he hadn't showed up until after the doctors had finished
their first ultrasound, the only thing that calmed her down was that
Ben blamed himself even more. It all had ended up in their first real
argument. She hadn't known Benton had it in him. Ben couldn't help
but feel bad for a whole week and he did everything he could to make
it up to her, although Stine had forgiven him already the next day
but she didn't let him know. Making up again had been sweet.
Disclaimer/Copyright
2013 and forward: I don't own anything from the series Due South,
it's just borrowed for your entertainment. This is my story though
and I feel I own that.
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