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Bad Shirt
by Suaine



It was kind of embarrassing. He was a good cop and despite his assurances to the contrary he liked his job, enough to give up his relationship with his parents at any rate. Sometimes he didn't know why he was doing it, but most of the time it gave him a real thrill to catch the bad guys and rescue the maidens in distress. It was the kind of calling a man couldn't ignore.

But calling only goes so far and sitting in an interrogation room at the 23rd, listening to a rookie cop trying to play the "good cop, bad cop" game all by himself was definitely over the line.

“Listen here, buddy, I’m a cop, same as you and everybody else in here.”

Apparently though, the color of his shirt was enough to distract the younger man from the facts, like his badge sitting on the table between them, or the things he knew about cop business. It was all just “We caught you trying to buy coke” and “You could have picked that up from a tv-show”. The guy just wouldn’t listen to reason.

“C’mon, why don’t you just call Lt. Welsh at the 27th. He can vouch for me.”

The young man just looked at him, smiling the superior smile of someone who thought he knew better. “You’d think when you got that fake badge you’d at least come up with a better name. Vecchio! You look as Italian as my uncle looks like Marilyn Monroe.”

Wisely, Ray decided not to mention the queens he knew, some of which were better women than some “naturals” he’d met. Besides, his new cop friend would give up soon enough and he could call Fraser to clear all this up. At the thought of the Mountie swooping in like a knight in shining armor to save him he had to smile. It was the kind of silly thing one would only think about on Valentine’s Day.

“And what cop would get caught dead in a shirt like that anyway?” The cop was still going strong, but Ray was beginning to tune him out and concentrate on something else, like what he would do to the Mountie when all this was over.

Suddenly, the guy stopped, running out of steam or maybe waiting for some kind of answer from Ray. Mm, maybe he should have listened after all?

“What?”

“I said: Do you know what the punishment is for impersonating a police officer?”

Ray groaned. “Oh come on, I told you I work at the 27th as an undercover operator. Would you just get off your ass and call them?”

The Mountie’s philosophy apparently held true, because insults got him nowhere, except in more trouble, though it was too late to change gears and play polite. He just hoped that Fraser would make it here before he strangled the rookie and got in some real trouble.

“Why don’t you just give us the names of your contacts and we can get you some kind of deal?”

Ray couldn’t believe his ears. This guy wasn’t just a rookie, he was incredibly stupid.

“Are you serious? You know I’m not a criminal and even if I were I wouldn’t say another word without a lawyer.”

Just then the door opened and Stella Kowalski strode in, all glory and magnificence. “What are you doing here Ray? We’ve been waiting for your statement for hours.”

Ray grinned. Sometimes he was really happy to see this woman, despite all the shit she made him go through. “Oh, you know, this and that. I was having a really nice chat with officer...” he waved at the guy, who mouthed ‘Johnson’, “Johnson here, who told me how much he liked my shirt.”

“Isn’t that the one I gave you last year for Christmas? Anyway, we need you at the 2-7 right away.” And with that she breezed out of the room, leaving a stunned officer Johnson behind.

Ray just grinned as he made a show of getting out of his chair and leaving the room. In the doorway, Fraser was waiting for him, smiling, giving him the patented “amused Mountie” look.

He turned back to Johnson, grinning like the cat that ate a whole murder of canaries. “Don’t insult the shirt, and you really should get a partner for this kind of thing.” As they walked out, he couldn’t stop himself from pinching Fraser’s butt.

It may have been embarrassing to get caught in such a bad shirt, but it sure was fun.

-- end

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[uselessplayback.livejournal.com]

When I saw the title I knew it was one of mine.

“Isn’t that the one I gave you last year for Christmas? Anyway, we need you at the 2-7 right away.”

Totaly double take. "No she didn't," I thought. Yes. She did.

Heaven help us all. Good job. ^_^