Fabu's subject line was "anything to get me writing"
and Catt and I were talking this weekend about how I've stalled out, though that may be because what I'm working on right now is kind of epic in length, so I am putting words down, but I'm not posting anything*, so it feels like I'm not writing. So let's do something short. I haven't written a kiss in a while. (For newcomers to this journal, when I
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“Ray!”
“What? Fraser, you did not just reprimand me for someone else cussing. Some chick cussing, even.” Even in a whisper, his indignation was clear.
“I apologize, Ray, I -“ Fraser rubbed his eyes, “I was startled.” He said over his partner’s shoulder, “Yes, and you are not helping.”
Ray shot back, “I am helping, I’m here, on my day off, tromping through - “ Kowalski raised one hand and they both froze. “You hear that?”
“I am not currently able to hear … much of anything, actually.”
“and we will discuss that, but for now, shut up.” He pointed toward the area where the red brick shifted to a darker colour, no doubt an indication of an addition or restoration, given the history of the area.
Deifenbaker returned from his patrol, shouldered into Kowalski as he moved by, then stepped boldly into the open, his white fur glowing against the shadows of the abandoned building. Even through the near constant keening of the ghosts that only he could hear and the pained stoic grunting of his father, Fraser could hear a bang and he chased his partner into the area, finding two women, one a bit underdressed for the weather, the other bundled from knees to collar with arctic gear. The ghosts fell blessedly silent and Fraser stiffened his back to keep from sagging in relief. A dog twice the size of Deifenbaker was proceeding to introduce himself in the manner typical of their species.
“Chicago PD,” Ray shouted, loud in the silence ringing in Fraser’s head. “Hands where I can see them.”
“If you think I am taking off my gloves, you better just start rethinking that.” the shorter woman waggled her gloved hands at them.
“You got a weapon in there?”
“Oh I wish. If could, I’d leave them on until we got back south.” She looked at Fraser. “You the Mountie?”
He glanced at the red wool he wore. “I would think it would be apparent.”
She rolled her eyes and snarled, “Yeah yeah, shush, you.” The woman behind her was not actually laughing, though she was smiling rather broadly. “Constable Benton Fraser, yes? The only son of Robert Fraser, also of the RCMP?”
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Ray said as he holstered his weapon. “You, Fraser, are a weirdness magnet.”
“And we do qualify as weirdness, yes,” the taller woman said as she stepped forward, her hand outstretched. Fraser took it by force of habitual courtesy and she blinked twice, then grinned at him. “But we are out of here.”
“No, you aren’t. You are trespassing on private property and if your dog doesn’t stop licking the wolf, I’m gonna pull him in for indecency with a minor.”
“Ray! Diefenbaker is an adult.”
“Not in human years. C’mon, Fraser, you’ve dragged me around this city all night. We get here, suddenly everything’s all hunky dory? Who are these two?”
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Kowalski rolled his eyes, then his entire body to make his displeasure apparent, as he was ignored by both women. One carefully wrapped an anciet book as they other tossed a canister of salt and for plastic zip closure bags into a duffel at her feet.
“We search that, we gonna find anything?” Kowalski asked.
The women glanced at one another and the shorter woman shook her head. “Nope, silver bracelet, rock salt and plants. We are just florists who wanted solid footing.”
“and the bracelet?”
“Fashionable florists.”
“I’m not gonna get a straight answer out of you.”
“I’m not quite straight.”
“And Fraser here’d probably fuss if I threatened to drag you in.”
“Really, ray, I don’t think that is necess-“
Kowalksi waved him off, “Didn’t say I was gonna.” He pulled his collar up. “All right, you two quit squatting in this here derelict building and go find a shelter or something. Because clearly, you are homeless but just as clearly, harmless. Got it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Ladies, do you need transport.”
“Fraser you did not just offer them a ride in my car.”
The taller one grinned again, “S’okay, we’ve got a car. Phydeaux! You rolling with us or you staying with your new boyfriend?”
The black dog suffered one more face lick from Diefenbaker and both of them trotted to her. She put both hands in Diefenbaker’s ruff and spoke quietly to him, then led her partner out the dock entrance. He could hear the other woman ask, “I thought Phydeaux was male?”
He nodded to Ray and they turned to where they had entered as the first answered, “When has that stopped us?”
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"Your ridiculously outspread climbing vine is encroaching on my staid and well behaved dieffenbachia ."
She looked around the room, at her fabric swatches thrown over his neatly arrayed books of coins, at the skeins of yarn slowly creeping to invade the militarily precise bookshelves. He turned back to the budgeting spreadsheet open on his computer and she leaned over him to plant a kiss in the middle of his forehead. She grinned. "Well, they do say opposites attract."
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