Welsh's Intro

[lieu_welsh]

Welsh sat in his chair with a sigh. It was a long day. Or you know, a usual day. Being a cop isn't exactly a nine-to-five job. Especially with a Mountie at the station. You know how it is, your detective gets a case, Dead Mountie case, and in the interests of international cooperation, does his civic duty and gets himself blown up. And following

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[beingironical]

Welsh wasn't the only one worried about frozen dead guys. But really, Ray was a little more worried about Welsh's worries, because the Lieutenant was not the kind of guy that you wanted worried for a long period of time. It lead to headaches for Welsh, lectures for Ray, and overtime for Welsh's accountant.

So, while Ray was totally concerned about the Popsicle men showing up in various Chicago locales, he was more concerned about walking into Welsh's office empty handed.

Which was...pretty much what he was doing. Metaphorically. Literally, he was carrying a folder of case notes that didn't amount to much. He was doing his world class detective thing, but he wasn't anywhere close to solving the case.

"Sir, I am so close to solving this case," Ray lied confidently, entering the office. "We've checked out where the bodies were found, we're going through suspects, and Fraser's even licked a dead guy. So you know we're flush."

[lieu_welsh]

"Uh, huh," Welsh replied, sceptically. When a detective decides to give him the Spiel of Brilliance, it's never good. "And what have you found?"

[beingironical]

"This case," Ray said, grandly, "has nothing to do with ice cream."

He paused, and then amended. "This case probably has nothing to do with ice cream."

[lieu_welsh]

"That's great, detective, I'll add it to the pile, along with marshmallows, hotdogs and cheeseburgers."