If you could trade lives with one person for a day, who would it be, and what would you do?
I believe I would respectfully decline the opportunity. As a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, I have certain daily obligations which I cannot and would not choose to abandon, nor place in the hands of one unqualified. The only way to avoid a dereliction of duty would be to trade my day with that of a fellow Mountie, and with my options so limited I'm afraid I would fail to see the point of the exercise.
... perhaps to venture into the mind of Constable Turnbull would provide me with some insight into his nonsense thought processes, and render me more tolerant. But to be frank I'm not certain my mental health could recover straightaway, and it's monitored closely enough already.
If my station was not a concern, I suppose I would be content to spend one day as Ray Vecchio. If for no other reason, then because I expect it would be my turn.
"You wanna go undercover."
The skepticism in Detective Ray Vecchio's voice would have rang clear even to an untrained ear, and Fraser trailed him doggedly into the squadroom, eager to reveal the intricacies of his plan. Ray had often taken exception to his methods, effective as they were usually proven, but in this instant Fraser had no doubt that the cynical city detective would be impressed. He had considered the angles carefully, and felt sure that all the bases had been covered.
"Well, I admit I'm not as familiar with the art of subterfuge as you are, Ray. But it appears to be an inside job, and I can't see any other way to gather sufficient evidence."
He would have felt very foolish if Ray had had an alternate suggestion on hand, but Ray gamely asked about his intended cover as he took a seat at his desk. Fraser sat down across from him. He had practiced the explanation several times in his head. He knew the strategy was ironclad.
"Ah. My cover. Well." He paused, clearing his throat. Ray had no idea what was about to hit him. "I thought I'd present myself as a chance passerby. Naturally, I'd start by removing my hat. And any identifying symbols from the uniform." He gestured toward his lanyard and badges, hoping Ray could conjure the image.
With a nod, Ray agreed, "Well, that would be good. Because your hat just might give you away."
"Exactly," Fraser said earnestly, "that's exactly what I felt." He charged ahead, gratified. "And then what I thought I would do is, I would stroll onto the lot and I would introduce myself to the employees and I would ask a few informal questions."
"Such as?"
Oh, this was going so well. Fraser could barely contain his pride. He grinned and dug into his pocket for the list of questions he had fastidiously prepared.
Number one. Fraser assumed an appropriately casual tone. "'Does anyone here know the whereabouts of a stolen lime green Comet?'"
Ray nodded, smiling encouragingly.
"'Anyone seen a stolen car?' 'Any stolen cars around here?'" He flipped over the paper and realized he had nearly forgotten the best one. "Oh! 'If you have seen a stolen car, please raise your hand.'" He demonstrated to show Ray how simple it would be.
Fraser looked up from the page expectantly, unable to contain his smile, and was surprised to see Ray rising from his chair.
"Okay," Ray said, "let's go."
He remained seated for a moment, taken aback. Hadn't he just illustrated that he could handle the matter unaided? "Wh -- did I say something wrong?"
Ray barely looked at him as he prepared to leave, retrieving his gun from his desk drawer. "No! No, no, no. Not at all, Benny."
Fraser stood, the corners of his mouth drooping with disappointment. "No, I said something wrong."
"No, no, no. Just follow me."
The Mountie's confidence was momentarily shaken. But, well, if Ray insisted, he would take him at his word. "... okay."
Within earshot of Ray's desk was the precinct's civilian aide, Elaine Besbriss. She smiled sweetly as Fraser followed Ray toward the door.
"You're very good," she enthused.
Fraser felt his grin return full force. "Thank you." He spun his Stetson, perhaps a touch smugly, before placing it on his head. At least one person affiliated with the Chicago Police Department appreciated his tactical aptitude.
ooc: Dialogue borrowed from "Pizza & Promises", episode five, season one. No, I'm not trying to slowly seduce anyone with canon.
... perhaps to venture into the mind of Constable Turnbull would provide me with some insight into his nonsense thought processes, and render me more tolerant. But to be frank I'm not certain my mental health could recover straightaway, and it's monitored closely enough already.
If my station was not a concern, I suppose I would be content to spend one day as Ray Vecchio. If for no other reason, then because I expect it would be my turn.
"You wanna go undercover."
The skepticism in Detective Ray Vecchio's voice would have rang clear even to an untrained ear, and Fraser trailed him doggedly into the squadroom, eager to reveal the intricacies of his plan. Ray had often taken exception to his methods, effective as they were usually proven, but in this instant Fraser had no doubt that the cynical city detective would be impressed. He had considered the angles carefully, and felt sure that all the bases had been covered.
"Well, I admit I'm not as familiar with the art of subterfuge as you are, Ray. But it appears to be an inside job, and I can't see any other way to gather sufficient evidence."
He would have felt very foolish if Ray had had an alternate suggestion on hand, but Ray gamely asked about his intended cover as he took a seat at his desk. Fraser sat down across from him. He had practiced the explanation several times in his head. He knew the strategy was ironclad.
"Ah. My cover. Well." He paused, clearing his throat. Ray had no idea what was about to hit him. "I thought I'd present myself as a chance passerby. Naturally, I'd start by removing my hat. And any identifying symbols from the uniform." He gestured toward his lanyard and badges, hoping Ray could conjure the image.
With a nod, Ray agreed, "Well, that would be good. Because your hat just might give you away."
"Exactly," Fraser said earnestly, "that's exactly what I felt." He charged ahead, gratified. "And then what I thought I would do is, I would stroll onto the lot and I would introduce myself to the employees and I would ask a few informal questions."
"Such as?"
Oh, this was going so well. Fraser could barely contain his pride. He grinned and dug into his pocket for the list of questions he had fastidiously prepared.
Number one. Fraser assumed an appropriately casual tone. "'Does anyone here know the whereabouts of a stolen lime green Comet?'"
Ray nodded, smiling encouragingly.
"'Anyone seen a stolen car?' 'Any stolen cars around here?'" He flipped over the paper and realized he had nearly forgotten the best one. "Oh! 'If you have seen a stolen car, please raise your hand.'" He demonstrated to show Ray how simple it would be.
Fraser looked up from the page expectantly, unable to contain his smile, and was surprised to see Ray rising from his chair.
"Okay," Ray said, "let's go."
He remained seated for a moment, taken aback. Hadn't he just illustrated that he could handle the matter unaided? "Wh -- did I say something wrong?"
Ray barely looked at him as he prepared to leave, retrieving his gun from his desk drawer. "No! No, no, no. Not at all, Benny."
Fraser stood, the corners of his mouth drooping with disappointment. "No, I said something wrong."
"No, no, no. Just follow me."
The Mountie's confidence was momentarily shaken. But, well, if Ray insisted, he would take him at his word. "... okay."
Within earshot of Ray's desk was the precinct's civilian aide, Elaine Besbriss. She smiled sweetly as Fraser followed Ray toward the door.
"You're very good," she enthused.
Fraser felt his grin return full force. "Thank you." He spun his Stetson, perhaps a touch smugly, before placing it on his head. At least one person affiliated with the Chicago Police Department appreciated his tactical aptitude.
ooc: Dialogue borrowed from "Pizza & Promises", episode five, season one. No, I'm not trying to slowly seduce anyone with canon.