Drunk, gay bar, lookalike sex substitute , plus Fraser cross dressing...

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The file crinkled under the pressure of Ray's hand, but he didn't even notice until he saw Fraser staring down in his general direction. He dropped the file immediately on Welsh's desk.

"The best we can figure, someone broke in to the State Attorney's office and got a hold a list of the names of all the narcs," Welsh said. A pause. "Including the undercover narcs." Welsh emphasized. "So the narcotics unit is asking us to handle this operation."

"I'll do it," Ray said immediately. "Hell, Stella always said I liked Bowie too much anyway. I'll fit right in."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Detective." Welsh sat up from his chair. "But you did three years in buy/bust operations, not to mention your resemblance to Officer Reilly. You will be recognized."

"We all did time in narc!" Ray leaned forward towards Welsh so he could look at the lieutenant in the eyes. Welsh did not bulge. "Hell, even Dewey did six months there. It's like some unwritten rule to get into major crimes. Who the hell were you planning to send in?"

"I was hoping that Constable Fraser would volunteer."

Ray looked up at Fraser immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Welsh doing the same. Fucking hell. Welsh got them in here to get Fraser to go undercover.

"Fraser would stand out like a sore thumb in front of gay club!" Ray felt his face flush red.

"Actually Ray…"

"Shut up, Fraser." Ray forced himself to look away from Fraser. "He doesn't look gay. He doesn't look like he's ever touched anything stronger than apple cider. No perp in their right mind would go anywhere near him!"

"He doesn't look like a hardened narc either." Welsh drummed his finger on the file in front of him.

"Neither did Reilly!" Ray slammed his fist into Welsh's desk.

"Reilly is number 57 on the list of narcs," Welsh said. "They knew who he was."

"Yeah, and they know we know they've got the list," Ray countered. "They know we aren't stupid enough to send someone they'd recognize."

"What do you suggest we do?" Welsh asked.

Ray opened his mouth, then closed it, and felt a weird moment go by.

"Ray, I think the most logical solution is for me to go undercover on this operation," Fraser said calmly, and Ray had a sudden urge to punch him. "Lt. Welsh is right; it is unlikely the assailants of Officer Reilly will recognize me."

"It is unlikely the assailants of Officer Reilly will be stupid enough to attempt to sell meth to you!"

"I don't think you are being entirely fair to my undercover abilities," Fraser said. "Like yourself, I have participated in numerous undercover operations."

"The Constable is right," Welsh chimed in.

"In one particular instance, I went undercover in a Catholic school as a female teacher," Fraser continued, and Ray's urge to punch him increased. "I'm certain that I will be able to produce the semblance of… a male prostitute for example… or perhaps a female impersonator."

Ray settled for punching the desk again. This was going to be one fucked up sting.

***

As it turned out, it was much worse than Ray had envisioned. While he watched the tech, a little Asian woman put the wiretap between Fraser's fake racks, Ray had the distinct feeling that he wasn't drunk enough for this.

"Is it going to be able to transmit properly under all that?" Ray asked.

"Of course, Ray, these prosthetics will not hamper the signals," Fraser answered before the tech could, but she nodded as Fraser talked.

"Don't talk to me, Fraser," Ray said, trying very hard not to look at Fraser's over made up face. "I'm going to have nightmares as it is. Who the hell did your face?"

"He's going undercover as a drag queen, detective," the little Asian woman said. "I believe the objective is so that he can look like a drag queen, not as a female. I did his make up accordingly as Constable Fraser's own initial attempt was too… feminine."

"Ms. Woo has been most helpful in educating me on trends in cross dressing, and the underground gay club scene." Fraser smiled with painted red lips.

"Yeah, because she must be, like, an expert on the underground gay club scene." Ray crossed his arms as the Asian chick glared at him.

She turned to Fraser and asked something that was probably in Cantonese, because it sure the hell wasn't anything that Ray could understand.

Fraser answered back something, but he was shaking his head.

The little Asian bitch then turned and looked at Ray over deliberately, then turned back to Fraser and said something else.

"I'm a little out of practice," Fraser said immediately.

"I think you're quite fluent Mr. Fraser," she said just as the door to the surveillance van opened.

"Are you all ready?" Welsh asked, bracing himself on the doors.

"Yes," Fraser answered first.

"Vecchio is going to be across the street, Dewey and Huey is stationed down the block around the corner, there are two black and white arrest units in the area, and I've got four plain clothes cops doing surveillance. If anything goes wrong at all, and I mean anything Constable, you give us the signal immediately!" Welsh instructed as Fraser stepped out of the van in his tall black boots.

"I understand." Fraser adjusted his mini-skirt, and ran his fingers through the black wig.

"Vecchio is going to drop you off five blocks away from the club, and you'll have to walk the rest of the way. Okay?"

Fraser nodded.

"Let's get this over with," Ray stuffed his hand in his pockets and stalked to his car. Behind him, he heard the loud clang of Fraser's heels striking the pavement.

He didn't bother opening the door for Fraser even though he was pretty sure it was damn hard for Fraser to move around in the little pleather jacket and skirt he's got on.

It was with some satisfaction that Ray heard a slight squeak of the pleather as Fraser finally did make inside. Resisting the urge to look at him, Ray started up the car.

"How is Officer Reilly?" Fraser asked after a moment of silence.

"They still don’t know," Ray drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the car to warm up. "There was so much drugs in him and he's so damn skinny and small!"

"Have you worked with him?" Fraser asked as Ray shifted the gear.

"Two years in vice together."

"Ah."

"He looks a lot like me… down to the experimental blonde hair…" Ray stared at the road in front of him. "Except he's so much smaller. 5'6" and under 115 lbs. The other cops used to make fun of him by calling him Ray Junior even though he's three years older than me."

"I'm sorry, Ray." Fraser's voice was all quiet, but Ray couldn't bring himself to look at Fraser.

"Yeah, well, he looked so much like me, Stella fucked him right after we got divorced," Ray continued. He had drove past the point where he was supposed to drop of Fraser, so he swung a quick left.

"Ray…"

"Reilly came up to me the next day and offered to let me punch him."

"Ray."

"They were both drunk, he said. I know he must have been, because Reilly's a good guy. I just don't know if I could say the same about Stella. She was out of hurt me at that point… Stupid thing was, instead of getting mad at her for using Reilly, I stopped talking to Reilly."

"It's not your fault he's hurt, Ray."

Ray slammed on the breaks.

They were at the drop off point.

"Ray."

"Don't do anything stupid, Fraser," Ray said.

There was a brief pause, before Fraser said, "Wish me luck."

"You don't need luck, Fraser, you need a good plastic surgeon."

Ray turned his head just in time to see Fraser smile as he got out of the GTO.

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Word count = 1348.

Aside from drunk, gay bar, lookalike sex substitute , I think I should get credit for hooker in there as well ^___^.

In the event of a sequel, cliches of tight spaces, truth and dare, and injuries will be exploited, and what the Asian chick said will be revealed...