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Police and Thieves, Peaceable, Detail
Title: Police and Thieves
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sisterofdream
Pairing: Kowalski/OMC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray goes undercover in Chicago's punk rock scene to help make a bust. This fic has it all - backstory on Ray, Ray in eyeliner, a plausible case, authentic scene-setting, and a jealous Fraser.
A DJ was working at the moment, but he could see a band setting up on the stage. It took Ray a minute to place the song, but he eventually remembered it as an early one by the Effigies. He sang along under his breath and sipped his drink as he took in the main room, which was separated from the bar only by the fragments of a dividing wall that had been ripped out before the club opened.
The dance floor was new, too, and the stage a bit larger. But that was necessary now. Hell, it had been necessary before Ray'd left. In the beginning it was all DJs. There hadn't been enough local bands, or even bands passing through, to make a large stage worthwhile. Most everything was just records of the bands from anywhere that wasn't Chicago. And even once the local music scene developed, they weren't picky about space; they'd all played to smaller audiences than the typical crowd at 950. Most bands must've been overjoyed to find they warranted a stage at all. But now you had local talent, and you could bring in bigger talent, too. Chicago was city enough to bring in whoever you wanted, and the scene had fractured so much that almost anything would fly.
To the right of the dance floor were more new stools and tables, but the furniture on the left seemed like the same old couches and chairs. The disco ball still hung from the center of the ceiling. Ray had found it funny the first time he'd walked in. At the end of the disco age, as the flashy, trendy, materialistic disco fad died out, a piece of it still lived in this dingy warehouse, now full of amateurs and kids who never bothered to learn the songs they were covering. Ray was certain there was a law on the books somewhere that you couldn't have a club without a disco ball.
"New here?"
Ray spun back around to face the bartender, a guy a few years older than Ray, with a little silver skull hanging from one ear and a scar through his left eyebrow.
"Back after a long time away." The bartender's unscarred eyebrow went up.
"Were you a La Mere kid?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I was one too. Recognized the look. You might like it better tomorrow. We do these La Mere Vipere tribute nights. Might be a little more your scene."
Ray looked around the club, full of kids in their early 20s. "Were these kids even alive when it was open?"
"Most of them. Had identification and everything. Anyway. You should come. Members of the old guard only add to the realism."
Ray nodded, feeling a little better about the gig. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Police and Thieves
Title: Peaceable
Author: Dilanne Thomas
Pairing: Gen, Fraser-Vecchio friendship
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: In this story, Fraser is charged with assaulting a man in an alley, and refuses to defend himself. Vecchio's dedication to his friend shines through in this casefic.
It wasn't the black eye, the split lip or the ripped, dirty civvies and mussed hair that alarmed Ray. Despite his frequent teasing about the Mountie's heightened state of pristine perfection, he'd seen him dirty and mussed before. Even bruised and more battered than he looked right now. It wasn't the physical mess that worried him.
When he and Officer Ruiz had first opened the door to the cell, Fraser had remained seated on the floor. At Ray's prompting, he'd gotten up and followed them out of the cell, but there was no initiative in his moves, no active cooperation. Fraser hadn't spoken, hadn't looked at either man. He'd allowed himself to be led to this room, but after that brief exchange with Ray earlier, he'd become passive and far too quiet.
The only thing he'd tried to say was that last, "I'm sorry." Ray regretted cutting him off; maybe if he'd let Fraser say it, more words would have followed. He doubted it, though, and he'd heard enough "sorries" for one night, maybe enough for the next six months.
Ray didn't doubt his friend's ability to recede so far into himself, into his shell, that the only way to get him out would be at the risk of breaking a lifetime's worth of defenses. The man was as stubborn as a Vecchio. If he had determined to pull in on himself, Ray would have to be careful. Forcing any shelled creature out unharmed was not the norm in this life.
The trouble was time.
"Benny. Tell me what's going on." Fraser didn't respond. As stubborn as Ma Vecchio.
"It's four o'clock in the morning." He automatically looked at his watch, "Make that four forty-five." He took a few steps into the room, toward Fraser. "What are we doing here? This doesn't seem real."
"I'm..." This time Fraser cut himself off before the "sorry."
Peaceable
Title: Detail
Author:sisterofdream (Huh, that's 2 by her. A trend!)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story makes me laugh out loud. Ray and Fraser go through their day, solving a blackmail case, with no more than the canonical amount of absurdity on the way.sisterofdream particularly nails Welsh in this. Read it and experience GLEE!
“I don’t remember the authorization of any sort of surveillance equipment on this case, detective.”
“Yeah. Didn’t use any. Fraser overheard the conversation.” Ray scratched at his
neck and kept his eyes trained about a foot above the Lieutenant’s head.
“You overheard it?” With a small spin in his chair, Lieutenant Welsh leaned back
and focused all his attention on Fraser. Something in the Lieutenant’s eyes made Fraser
immediately move from parade rest to stand at attention. Ray, on the other hand, visibly
relaxed with the change of target.
“That’s correct, sir.”
“You overheard Finn O’Donnell directly discussing his role in the distribution of
Class A narcotics….in a bank vault?”
“Once again, sir, that is correct.”
“Detective, Constable, the universe in which this holds up in court simply does
not exist.” Fraser began to object, but was stopped at the second syllable by a small wave
from the Lieutenant. “Constable, nobody in their right mind is going to believe you, and
it does not speak well to my mental state that I do. Detective, I think it’s time to talk to
the ASA, see if we can get some actual evidence of one of these meetings.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. You now have permission to go solve crimes.”
Detail
Author:
sisterofdreamPairing: Kowalski/OMC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray goes undercover in Chicago's punk rock scene to help make a bust. This fic has it all - backstory on Ray, Ray in eyeliner, a plausible case, authentic scene-setting, and a jealous Fraser.
A DJ was working at the moment, but he could see a band setting up on the stage. It took Ray a minute to place the song, but he eventually remembered it as an early one by the Effigies. He sang along under his breath and sipped his drink as he took in the main room, which was separated from the bar only by the fragments of a dividing wall that had been ripped out before the club opened.
The dance floor was new, too, and the stage a bit larger. But that was necessary now. Hell, it had been necessary before Ray'd left. In the beginning it was all DJs. There hadn't been enough local bands, or even bands passing through, to make a large stage worthwhile. Most everything was just records of the bands from anywhere that wasn't Chicago. And even once the local music scene developed, they weren't picky about space; they'd all played to smaller audiences than the typical crowd at 950. Most bands must've been overjoyed to find they warranted a stage at all. But now you had local talent, and you could bring in bigger talent, too. Chicago was city enough to bring in whoever you wanted, and the scene had fractured so much that almost anything would fly.
To the right of the dance floor were more new stools and tables, but the furniture on the left seemed like the same old couches and chairs. The disco ball still hung from the center of the ceiling. Ray had found it funny the first time he'd walked in. At the end of the disco age, as the flashy, trendy, materialistic disco fad died out, a piece of it still lived in this dingy warehouse, now full of amateurs and kids who never bothered to learn the songs they were covering. Ray was certain there was a law on the books somewhere that you couldn't have a club without a disco ball.
"New here?"
Ray spun back around to face the bartender, a guy a few years older than Ray, with a little silver skull hanging from one ear and a scar through his left eyebrow.
"Back after a long time away." The bartender's unscarred eyebrow went up.
"Were you a La Mere kid?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I was one too. Recognized the look. You might like it better tomorrow. We do these La Mere Vipere tribute nights. Might be a little more your scene."
Ray looked around the club, full of kids in their early 20s. "Were these kids even alive when it was open?"
"Most of them. Had identification and everything. Anyway. You should come. Members of the old guard only add to the realism."
Ray nodded, feeling a little better about the gig. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Police and Thieves
Title: Peaceable
Author: Dilanne Thomas
Pairing: Gen, Fraser-Vecchio friendship
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: In this story, Fraser is charged with assaulting a man in an alley, and refuses to defend himself. Vecchio's dedication to his friend shines through in this casefic.
It wasn't the black eye, the split lip or the ripped, dirty civvies and mussed hair that alarmed Ray. Despite his frequent teasing about the Mountie's heightened state of pristine perfection, he'd seen him dirty and mussed before. Even bruised and more battered than he looked right now. It wasn't the physical mess that worried him.
When he and Officer Ruiz had first opened the door to the cell, Fraser had remained seated on the floor. At Ray's prompting, he'd gotten up and followed them out of the cell, but there was no initiative in his moves, no active cooperation. Fraser hadn't spoken, hadn't looked at either man. He'd allowed himself to be led to this room, but after that brief exchange with Ray earlier, he'd become passive and far too quiet.
The only thing he'd tried to say was that last, "I'm sorry." Ray regretted cutting him off; maybe if he'd let Fraser say it, more words would have followed. He doubted it, though, and he'd heard enough "sorries" for one night, maybe enough for the next six months.
Ray didn't doubt his friend's ability to recede so far into himself, into his shell, that the only way to get him out would be at the risk of breaking a lifetime's worth of defenses. The man was as stubborn as a Vecchio. If he had determined to pull in on himself, Ray would have to be careful. Forcing any shelled creature out unharmed was not the norm in this life.
The trouble was time.
"Benny. Tell me what's going on." Fraser didn't respond. As stubborn as Ma Vecchio.
"It's four o'clock in the morning." He automatically looked at his watch, "Make that four forty-five." He took a few steps into the room, toward Fraser. "What are we doing here? This doesn't seem real."
"I'm..." This time Fraser cut himself off before the "sorry."
Peaceable
Title: Detail
Author:
sisterofdream (Huh, that's 2 by her. A trend!)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story makes me laugh out loud. Ray and Fraser go through their day, solving a blackmail case, with no more than the canonical amount of absurdity on the way.
sisterofdream particularly nails Welsh in this. Read it and experience GLEE!“I don’t remember the authorization of any sort of surveillance equipment on this case, detective.”
“Yeah. Didn’t use any. Fraser overheard the conversation.” Ray scratched at his
neck and kept his eyes trained about a foot above the Lieutenant’s head.
“You overheard it?” With a small spin in his chair, Lieutenant Welsh leaned back
and focused all his attention on Fraser. Something in the Lieutenant’s eyes made Fraser
immediately move from parade rest to stand at attention. Ray, on the other hand, visibly
relaxed with the change of target.
“That’s correct, sir.”
“You overheard Finn O’Donnell directly discussing his role in the distribution of
Class A narcotics….in a bank vault?”
“Once again, sir, that is correct.”
“Detective, Constable, the universe in which this holds up in court simply does
not exist.” Fraser began to object, but was stopped at the second syllable by a small wave
from the Lieutenant. “Constable, nobody in their right mind is going to believe you, and
it does not speak well to my mental state that I do. Detective, I think it’s time to talk to
the ASA, see if we can get some actual evidence of one of these meetings.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. You now have permission to go solve crimes.”
Detail
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