Dinner and a Movie   Dinner and a Movie by Blarney Stone   Rated PG
 Disclaimer: Due South belongs to Alliance, not me. No copyright
infringement is intended. 
 
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 Stanley Raymond Kowalski was cleaning up his desk after another grueling
day. Actually, he was shoving heaps of papers into his desk, and sweeping
the cookie crumbs onto the floor. 
 
 "Hello, Ray, have you any plans for the evening?" came the familiar voice
of Fraser. The mountie and his wolf, stood politely in front of his desk,
waiting for him to finish.
 
 "Oh, yeah, I have plans. My plans have plans. I'm a very together
person," Ray answered, tossing an uneaten half of a ding dong to Dief.
"So, what's on your mind, Fraser?"
 
 "Well, I was thinking, if your not busy, perhaps you'd like to attend a
movie with me. The cineplex is showing a canadian film, 'Last Night', and
I must confess I've always had a fondness for the lead actor, Callum Keith
Rennie."
 
 "Never heard of him."
 
 "Ah, well, I'm sure you've seen him before; you just don't remember him.
Anyway, would you like to go? We could have dinner at this new chinese
place that my friend, Mr. Wong opened recently," Fraser bent down to pick
up a file that Ray dropped. 
 
 "Hey, Fraser looking good!" Francesca said, enjoying the view. 
 
 Embarassed, he straightened up, and said, 'Good evening, Francesca. I was
just. ." 
 
 "He was just talking to me, not you. Now, go do whatever it is you do
around here," Ray snapped.
 
 "Oooh, aren't we a might temperamental today?" She smiled warmly at
Fraser. "So Frase, what're your plans for the evening?" 
 
 "Ray and I, if he agrees, are going to see a new canadian film that's
just been released and have dinner." 
 
 Francesca's jaw dropped, "You're taking _him_ to dinner and a movie?" 
 
 "Yes, he is. What's it to you?" Ray said, searching through his cluttered
desk for his keys. 
 
 "Fraser, if you go to dinner and a movie with it, I mean him, people
might think that you're, you know. . " she trailed off, her face turning
pink. 
 
 "People might think I'm what?" Fraser asked innocently.
 
 "You're gay, Fraser," Ray said loudly, thoroughly exasperated that he
couldn't find his key.
 
 Jack Huey, who happened to be passing by, stopped in shock and said,
'You're gay, Fraser?" 
 
 "He is not," Frannie denied. 
 
 "But Ray just said that he was." 
 
 "Ray is an idiot. Why would you listen to him?" 
 
 "Kiss my skinny butt, Francesca," Ray said sweetly.
 
 Thomas Dewey stood beside his partner. "I just heard that you're gay,
Fraser. How come you didn't tell us?" 
 
 "He's _not_ gay!" 
 
 "I think he's dating Ray," Huey added. 
 
 Dewey shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it! Why would you
date him? You're hot Fraser. You could have anyone." 
 
 "That's true," Huey agreed.
 
 "Hey, I hate to interupt 'Let's be Mean to Ray Day', but we're going to
be late for that movie," Ray grabbed Fraser by the arm and started hauling
him out of the squadroom.
 
 "Have fun," Huey and Dewey said in unison.
 
 "Don't you dare leave without clearing this up, Fraser!!!" Francesca
ordered. 
 
 Ray blew kisses at her, and continued to drag the mountie away. When they
were standing outside the precinct, Fraser said, "I really should've
explained."
 
 "Why? Did you see the look on Frannie's face? It was priceless!" 
 
 "But you're reputation, Ray. Police officers are notoriously homophobic."

 
 "Did they seem notoriously homophobic to you?"
 
 "Well, no." 
 
 "There you have it, then. Let's go eat, I'm starved." 
 
 "But Ray, when Ray, my Ray gets back and he hears that we were dating. .
" 
 
 "It will serve him right for going off and leaving you alone all these
months. That's no way to treat the one you love." 
 
 "It was his duty, "Fraser began.
 
 "Yeah, yeah. He gets all the glory of bringing down the mob and you get
to sit around and be miserable. That's rude, really rude. I may have to
punch him when he gets back," Ray decided.
 
 "I'm sure that won't be necessary, " Fraser said hastily. 
 
 "If he doesn't get down on his hands and knees and apologize to you, then
I'm going to punch him." "That's very sweet of you, Ray." 
 
 "Think nothing of it. Now, since you asked me out, you have to pay.
Unless it's done differently in the Yukon."
 
 "Of course. Uh, do you think the theatre accepts canadian money?" 
 
 Ray sighed, accepting the inevitable, pulled out his wallet and handed
two $20's to Fraser. "You know, since I'm paying, I'm going to be
expecting a little something when I take you home."
 
 "Ray!" 
 
 "Just kidding. You're not my type, Fraser. Now Turnbull, on the other
hand. . "
 
 The End 
 
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