Title: Waiting for...

Author: Birgitt Schuknecht

Fandom: Due South

Rating: G

Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio

Category: Challenge/Humour

Disclaimer: The characters used in this story are not mine. This is piece of fiction written for fun only and I will not make any profits out of it.

Spoilers: none

Teaser: Ray Vecchio and Benton Fraser are waiting...

By Birgitt Schuknecht.

Vecchio: Benny?

Fraser: Yes, Ray?

Vecchio: Can you give me the time?

Fraser: It's exactly 7.15 pm. And it's only two minutes later since the last time you asked.

Vecchio: I'm sorry, Benny. But I do hate to wait.

Fraser: I can understand that, Ray. But with all the stakeouts you've done already, you surely will be used to it now.

Vecchio: That I had to do thousands of stakeouts does not mean that I like it to do them. In fact, I hate it.

Fraser: Oh dear!

Vecchio: Yes. And this is no stakeout, Benny.

Fraser: No, Ray.

Vecchio: This is different. Totally different. Nothing to do with my job. I wouldn't mind if it was for the job.

Fraser: You wouldn't, Ray?

Vecchio: No, Benny, I swear I wouldn't. If it was for the good of the people of Chicago...

Fraser: But it is, Ray, it is!

Vecchio: Why then is it that the Dragon Lady refused to let us take one of the consulate cars?

Fraser: Because it's not an official occasion. The same reason Lieutenant Welsh gave you, I believe.

Vecchio: Don't remind me on this. 'That's your private crap, Vecchio,' was all it got me. I'd preferred to keep this little piece of information from the precinct.

Fraser: I'm sure you supervising officer has the decency to forget about it.

Vecchio: Yeah, right, you might be sure. I know that the guys will know of it in no time. Rooms have ears. At least when it's me who's talking with Welsh.

Fraser: You're paranoid, Ray!

Vecchio: Me paranoid? Me? Benny, Benny, just think one minute of all the cases you dragged me in...

Fraser: You're career hasn't suffered from it...

Vecchio: Far from it, Benny, far from it! But my nerves did. It ain't no wonder that I get a little jumpy when you turn up with that puppy eyes look...

Fraser: Puppy eyes look?

Vecchio: You know exactly what I mean. But I don't want to whine...

Fraser: Hear, hear!

Vecchio: What's that supposed to mean?

Fraser: Now, Ray...

Vecchio: Ahhh, forget it. What annoys me most is the fact that you tricked me dressing up like a Miss Kansas 1959.

Fraser: I did not trick. It was your idea to draw straws.

Vecchio: That seemed only to be fair.

Fraser: So?

Vecchio: So? OK, Benny, let me get this clear. You came to me with that Pleaaase-Ray-look, telling me of the Summer Dancing of the local Home for Animals. They asked you to open the dance and you could not turn down the plea because it was not appropriate. Only that you forgot to mention that you lack a partner for the dance. I won't remind you of the fact that there's a crowd of appropriate *female* partners just waiting for you to ask them if they want to date you for a dance. So you asked me to be your partner. And I...

Fraser: You said no way!

Vecchio: Yeah, that was my final answer. Everybody would have accept that. But not Benton Fraser. You made me feel miserable for a couple of days...

Fraser: It was only for one day

Vecchio: Don't argue with me! Than I said OK, we draw straws. I lose, I would go as your 'sweetheart', I win, I wouldn't.

Fraser: And you lost!

Vecchio: That's not the point, Benny. Good friend as you are...

Fraser: Thank you kindly, Ray.

Vecchio: ... good friend as you are, you shouldn't have accepted my offer in the first place. You should have known that I hate it to do this.

Fraser: Oh dear!

Vecchio: Yep! That's it! Oh dear!

Fraser: I'm sorry, Ray.

Vecchio: And that's not all. No, the Riv gets one of his moods, right this morning. And with Al returning not before Monday next...

Fraser: Ray, the bus station is directly in front of the animal shelter.

Vecchio: What good does that do me now? We are sitting here for more than half an hour waiting for that damned bus to turn up! A fine sunny evening, the whole neighbourhood promenading along this damned street, taking a good look at me, making a fool out of myself!

Fraser: Would it help if I held your hand?

Vecchio: Oh dear!

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