DS Match Fic: Details
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ds_recsreduxTitle: Details
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sisterofdream
Pairing: gen, but the author suggests Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: So. Canonically, due South has a Chicago cop partnered up half-time with a Canadian Mountie who solves a peculiar assortment of Major (and not) Crime with his bat-ears, licks evidence, and brings a deaf half-wolf who can read lips with him to crime scenes.
The rest of Team Reality has done an excellent job of sleight-of-handing my brain away from this fact with angst, hard crime, and hot sex. This author turns on the spotlight. You don't believe me? Check out what Charlie, the poor forensic guy, has to say:
You said you were going to talk to him, Ray. You said,” Charlie, well, whined was unkind even if it was true.
“I know. I know.”
“Talk to me about what, Ray?”
“There is a reason, Dudley-” And Fraser turned back to look at Charlie, who had
one finger pointed at the ceiling and looked both angry and frightened. Fraser got the
impression that Charlie didn’t often shout and was not certain how it would go over.
“Whoa! What did I say about calling the Mountie names?”
“Constable,” he amended, immediately softening his tone, “that in this country we
don’t use our tongues as a means of gathering evidence. It’s so I don’t waste time
separating your saliva out from that evidence.”
How fucking brilliant is that?!? And then there's the ending, which .... well, I won't spoil you. Go read Details.
Author:
sisterofdreamPairing: gen, but the author suggests Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: So. Canonically, due South has a Chicago cop partnered up half-time with a Canadian Mountie who solves a peculiar assortment of Major (and not) Crime with his bat-ears, licks evidence, and brings a deaf half-wolf who can read lips with him to crime scenes.
The rest of Team Reality has done an excellent job of sleight-of-handing my brain away from this fact with angst, hard crime, and hot sex. This author turns on the spotlight. You don't believe me? Check out what Charlie, the poor forensic guy, has to say:
You said you were going to talk to him, Ray. You said,” Charlie, well, whined was unkind even if it was true.
“I know. I know.”
“Talk to me about what, Ray?”
“There is a reason, Dudley-” And Fraser turned back to look at Charlie, who had
one finger pointed at the ceiling and looked both angry and frightened. Fraser got the
impression that Charlie didn’t often shout and was not certain how it would go over.
“Whoa! What did I say about calling the Mountie names?”
“Constable,” he amended, immediately softening his tone, “that in this country we
don’t use our tongues as a means of gathering evidence. It’s so I don’t waste time
separating your saliva out from that evidence.”
How fucking brilliant is that?!? And then there's the ending, which .... well, I won't spoil you. Go read Details.
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