dS Snippet: The Case of the Missing Stetson
Fandom: due South
Characters: Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Ray Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 300 words
Challenge: ds_snippets #6: "Hat" prompt
Notes: Beta'd by llassah.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Alliance/Atlantis. I'm just taking them for a spin.
Fraser slammed his closet door open. "Give it back," he snarled.
Sergeant Bob Fraser jumped, his gaze darting desperately around his cabin before he settled his arms across his chest. "Give what back?" he hedged.
Fraser pointed at Bob's head. "My hat."
Bob took off the hat and cradled it defensively in his arms. "Now, son, we settled this months ago. I couldn't spend my afterlife in a Stetson with half the brim hacked off, now could I?"
"Not that hat," seethed Fraser. "My new hat. The one that just went missing today."
"What makes you think I took it?"
"Well, I've looked everywhere else, which, frankly, didn't take very long. Given your history of hat larceny, you were the obvious suspect."
"Ah," Bob muttered, sweating. "What about motive? After all, I," he gestured with the Stetson, and then hid it behind his back, "already have a hat."
"You know perfectly well that, according to regulation 64(2), every member of the RCMP is required to have a spare Stetson in their kit."
"Well, there you go!" said Bob brightly. "You can just use your spare hat until the other one turns up."
"There is a matter of principle at stake," Fraser ground out. He stood straight and tall, hands behind his back. "The right to property, as enshrined in…"
Bob rubbed the back of his neck. Benton had learned parade rest before he was seven. And even at that age, it had been a bad sign.
Little did Fraser know he was looking in the wrong closet.
At this very moment his Stetson was...
across town
wrapped in a sheet
hidden under a parka
in the bottom of Ray's closet.
Ray smiled lazily, licked his index finger, and used it to draw a checkmark in the air. "Step one: complete."
Characters: Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Ray Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 300 words
Challenge: ds_snippets #6: "Hat" prompt
Notes: Beta'd by llassah.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Alliance/Atlantis. I'm just taking them for a spin.
Fraser slammed his closet door open. "Give it back," he snarled.
Sergeant Bob Fraser jumped, his gaze darting desperately around his cabin before he settled his arms across his chest. "Give what back?" he hedged.
Fraser pointed at Bob's head. "My hat."
Bob took off the hat and cradled it defensively in his arms. "Now, son, we settled this months ago. I couldn't spend my afterlife in a Stetson with half the brim hacked off, now could I?"
"Not that hat," seethed Fraser. "My new hat. The one that just went missing today."
"What makes you think I took it?"
"Well, I've looked everywhere else, which, frankly, didn't take very long. Given your history of hat larceny, you were the obvious suspect."
"Ah," Bob muttered, sweating. "What about motive? After all, I," he gestured with the Stetson, and then hid it behind his back, "already have a hat."
"You know perfectly well that, according to regulation 64(2), every member of the RCMP is required to have a spare Stetson in their kit."
"Well, there you go!" said Bob brightly. "You can just use your spare hat until the other one turns up."
"There is a matter of principle at stake," Fraser ground out. He stood straight and tall, hands behind his back. "The right to property, as enshrined in…"
Bob rubbed the back of his neck. Benton had learned parade rest before he was seven. And even at that age, it had been a bad sign.
Little did Fraser know he was looking in the wrong closet.
At this very moment his Stetson was...
across town
wrapped in a sheet
hidden under a parka
in the bottom of Ray's closet.
Ray smiled lazily, licked his index finger, and used it to draw a checkmark in the air. "Step one: complete."