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My bus was late, and I had a pen and post-its.



Snow flakes blew into his nose and melted, but he didn't mind. It was a particular sensation he rather enjoyed. Frozen eyelashes, on the other hand, were quite unpleasant. He had been standing there for nearly an hour, but he wasn't ready to go back to the noise just yet. He liked his new assignment (new being a relative term of course), but there were times, especially when it snowed, that he missed the quiet of when he patrolled the territories without an entourage of young Mounties. More and more though, he felt the loss of his partner. He had hoped that time would lessen the absence, but things were getting worse, like a missing limb that festered. Though, come to think of it, he had injured his arm a few days back, and it was probably time to check it to make sure gangrene hasn't set in.

Loud crunches in fresh snow drew his attention to a distance. Two dark figures were moving rapidly against the wind. It looked as if one was chasing the other. He quickly reached his binoculars and put them near his eyes. The figure ahead was turning around and tossed a giant snowball squarely in the chest of the figure behind him. The victim of the snowball attack closed the distance between them and tackled the assailant to the ground.

An assault and battery on the snow? He adjusted his binoculars for a closer look. Benton? Benton Fraser was the one on top of the other man. He started to go and help Benton when he recognized who was under Benton. Detective Vecchio… No wait, that was not his name. Kowalski. Yes. Detective Kowalski. Well, this was highly unusual behavior.

Before he could assess the situation further, Benton lowered his head and… oh good Lord. Having trained many young Mounties, he had of course instructed them on buddy breathing protocols, thus, he felt absolutely certain that this was not it. To further confirm his suspicions, he saw where Detective Kowalski's hand was.

Suddenly, he realized that he had misunderstood Benton when he had introduced Detective Kowalski as his partner. Partner. Right. He must keep up with the times. And really, it made much more sense when he correctly interrupted the word.

"You know, I told Ben that partnership is like a marriage," Bob stood beside him. "But this wasn't quite what I had in mind."

He smiled, "Remind me to include condoms and lubricant to the supplies I'm getting ready for Benton's adventure. After all, proper preparation prevents poor performance."

Bob scowled. And for a moment, it was just like old times. But Bob faded away into the snow, and he was alone again.

Putting away his binoculars, Buck Frobisher headed back to camp.