Title: What happens here Stays here.

Author: Lucysmom

Genre: Crime, Crossover

TV show: Due South, CSI

Pairing: Ray Kowalski/ Warrick Brown, mention of BF/BV, BF/RK

Rating: R

Warning: masturbation, fellatio. Angst

Summary:: Ray K escapes the Chicago Holiday season and connects with a certain CSI in Las Vegas. Those incredible eyes draw Ray into more than he bargained for.

What happens here, stays here.

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Ray Kowalski looked up from the overflow of paperwork on his desk and looked around the bullpen. The holiday season was upon the city. Right now Chicago was quiet. That is why Ray

was at his desk working on old cases. He was bored. His natural excess energy needed an outlet, much more of an outlet than dead end cases provided. He needed stimulation. He needed a change. He needed a vacation. The thought of yet another Christmas in Chicago depressed the hell out of Ray.

Since Christmas was right around the corner, Frannie had gotten out the tacky decorations once again. The place looked like a bargain basement holiday sale. Stale red garland radiated out from the central light fixture. A really old fake tree stood in one corner. Not even Charlie Brown would have picked that tree. It was a wreck. At some point, Frannie had plunked a Jolly Old Saint Nicolas statue on Ray's desk and Ray had been so distracted that he had not even noticed. He moved the offending thing off his desk to the top of a file cabinet. As he looked up Dewey was leading an inebriated Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer into one of the interrogation rooms. Ray sighed. Is nothing sacred? What would be next? A flashing Santa Claus? He sighed again and headed toward the break room.

That night Ray was watching one of the many TV shows featuring people playing poker. He thought back to the games he used to play with the guys from the District, before Fraser went back to Canada. He started thinking about all the things he and Fraser had been involved in over their

relationship: sinking ships, performance artists who were really arsonists, hanging onto airplane

wings. All the usual things that happened during the progress of a day with Fraser. Ray laughed, Of course, life was boring now, no wolves to ask Ray to come out and play. No pirates with maps tattooed on their chests. Ray thought of Fraser up in Canada. Of course the thought of Fraser led to thoughts of the first Ray Vecchio, the man Fraser was up in Canada canoodling.. The Mountie had finally gotten the right man. He had tried to substitute Ray Kowalski for the Italian, but both he and Ray had known that The first Ray was Fraser's true love. Ray K had been so smitten with the Mountie that he had taken what he could get, until he could not get it anymore. He thought about Ray Vecchio who had spent a year in Las Vegas undercover with the mob. Las Vegas, Wow, there was a town Ray had never been to; Ray wondered what Christmas in Sin City would be like? Loud and brash and busy. Just what he needed to dull the pain of missing Fraser and thinking too much about what he and the first Ray were probably doing right now.

The next day Ray figured out how much annual leave he had and decided to look into traveling to Las Vegas for the holidays. Frannie would watch Butch his turtle. His Mom and Dad would be disappointed to not share the holidays with him. Their other son and his family were coming in from Phoenix, so his parents would be busy being Super Grandparents to his niece and nephews, so they would understand. They had been very worried about Ray fixating on Benton Fraser. They had been urging him to move on and get back into life. Life in Las Vegas might be phony and way too hectic, but it was undeniably life. His parents gave their tacit approval to his plans. His Mom's last words were: "Just be careful. We love you."

After Ray hung up his phone, he went on-line and found a flight that left three days before Christmas. He left his return open, just in case Las Vegas was too overpowering. He figured he would stay at least through New Year's Day. Next he found on the internet several hotels that weren't already full through the holidays. His years as an undercover cop had hardened him and he could tolerate living conditions that were less than ideal. He knew any hotel that still had openings would pretty much be a fleabag, but he could cope. He had put up with worse. He booked a room in one that was not too far out of the loop and sat back and hooked his arms behind his head and stared at the screen without really focusing. It felt good to actually make a commitment. Now he had to get his butt in gear and tell Lt. Welsh his plans.

He was pleasantly surprised that the Lt. seemed to think his leaving town for the holidays was probably a good idea. Ray was a little disappointed that Welsh had not tried to talk him out of his plans, but the big Guy had just told him to have fun and try not to lose his shirt. Ray had smiled at that. One of the reasons he wanted to go to Las Vegas was to connect with someone and try to have a little, well a lot of sex. He did not want to trawl the male scene in Chicago. A bi cop could get in trouble if he fished too close to home. But, no one knew him in Nevada. He could prowl the bars and gambling casinos for male or female companionship. He was leaning toward wanting male interaction, because he wanted to erase his rather pathetic addiction to Fraser. Losing his shirt to some hunky, anonymous male was appealing. He would not be involved. He would use this person and return to Chicago and think about his time in Las Vegas, he thought of those ads: "What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas."

That would be absolutely perfect. He could work out his sexual frustrations and come back to Chicago after the holidays and settle back into his routine.. And having his memories of Christmas in Las Vegas get him through the coming New Year, that would be greatness. . Having something to look forward to, instead of memories of Fraser that were definitely in the past made Ray smile. Putting his travel plans into action allowed him to focus on something other than the emptiness that was his life.

Now that he had made his decision to leave Chicago for the holidays, Ray found that he had little time to prepare for his trip. He had to do laundry, pick up supplies, pack and he only had two days. He dropped off the turtle at the Vecchios along with presents for the family. Then he dropped off presents for his parents and his brother's family. His mother gave him his presents and atin of cookies. She hugged him fiercely at the door and once agin told him to be careful and how much she loved him When he returned to his apartment, he took a couple of the cookies out of the tin and gave the remainder to his landlady. He explained to her he was going to be gone over the holidays.

The next day while Ray was packing, he placed his gun in his desk; he didn't want to be hassled at the airport. Twirling his handcuffs, he put them beside the gun. Ray was not opposed to some mild bondage play, but having to get the cuffs through security would require a lot of paperwork, for which he just did not have time. Ray closed the drawer and locked it. He decided to pack his boxing gloves, shorts, and shoes. He figured he could find a gym in Las Vegas and work off some of his frustration. Plus there was that childhood fantasy of actually fighting there.

Ray drove to O Hare. He parked in the appropriate lot and got the shuttle to the terminal. The place was buzzing because of the Holidays. Frannie had helped him get his ticket on line, so he went straight to the gate, after standing in the line to be screened for a good half hour. Finally he made it through the metal detectors. He only had carry-on luggage and that made it through the Xray, only to be opened at the end. His boxing gloves were examined carefully. Ray was glad he had decided to leave his gun and cuffs behind. Finally he made it to his gate. He still had to wait an hour for his flight. Finally the flight was called and he boarded the airplane. The flight was uneventful. He nursed his soda and tried to read the paperback mystery he had bought at the airport. It was a Jim Chee, Tony Hillerman set in the West. Finally the plane arrived and Ray exited the plane and found himself in Nevada, He caught a cab to his hotel and was surprised to find his room was not bad. That night he explored the Strip.

The next morning he looked in the phone book and found the name of a local gym. He packed a bag and left the room. He asked for directions at the front desk and went outside and walked the two blocks to Arnie's Gym. He entered the building and inhaled the familiar scent of maleness that all gyms exuded. He walked over to the desk and asked if he could work out and possibly spar with someone. The guy behind the desk asked if he had twenty dollars. Ray nodded, handed over the money. He was issued a temporary membership and was directed to the locker room.

When he came back out he was dressed in boxing shorts and shoes. He walked toward the ring. A tall thin, but well muscled man was shadow boxing in the ring. He was very athletic looking and was very flexible. Ray stood and watched. When the man realized that someone was watching him, he motioned for Ray to come into the ring and work a few rounds with him. Normally Ray would not get in the ring with an unknown boxer, but heck this was his vacation. The man he assumed to be Arnie handed him a helmet and told him to go ahead. Ray climbed into the ring. He and the man were well matched physically both slim, but well muscled. The man was a little taller than Ray. The man's arms were actually quite muscular. Ray looked at him. His eyes were shaded by the helmet, but Ray noticed they were an unusual shade. They touched gloves and started dancing around each other. Ray got much more of a workout from this stranger than he had expected. By the time they were done, both men were sweating and breathing heavily. Ray actually felt like he had fought a real fight in Las Vegas, which was his childhood fantasy. He thanked the stranger for the workout and headed for the showers. He stayed in the shower a long time, thinking about his childhood fantasy. Then an adult fantasy

intruded on his thoughts and he began to imagine being intimate with the stranger. Gawd, he had it bad.

After his workout Ray decided he could use a drink. Ray found himself sitting at a bar, he was a little disappointed. The bar was pretty much like any other bar in the world. Someone had strung Christmas lights across the mirror behind the bartender. A lopsided wreath was hung not quite in the middle of the mirror. Ray nursed his beer and thought about his opponent in the ring. Ray's cop instincts kicked into gear when someone sat down next to him on the adjacent barstool. Ray sat for awhile, but his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced sideways and saw a male figure hunched over a beer. The man glanced sideways and Ray was blown away. The most amazing not quite green, not quite golden eyes were looking at him. The man had a cafe au lait complexion, which his eyes almost but not quite matched. The man's tight curls stuck up at odd angles, much like Ray's own hair only shorter. The man looked vaquely familiar. Ray looked at the man and found himself asking if he had ever been told he looked like Lenny Kravitz. The man laughed and replied: "More than once."

He extended his hand. "I'm Warrick Brown. "

Ray replied: "I'm Ray Kowalski. Your last name should be Golden , not Brown." He probably held the man's hand a little too tightly and a little too long for convention.: He felt like a fool, did he really say that? Gawd. What a doofus..

"You from out of town? I would have remembered you if I had sparred with you before." Warrick asked in his usual forth right way, ignoring Ray's compliment..

Ray slapped the bar: "I knew I had seen you somewhere before. Man, you pack some wallop.

This is some coincidence."

Warrick smiled slyly. "Not exactly, I followed you.." Again direct and to the point

Ray smiled back. He could also be direct. "Why?"

"Because you intrigue me. You fight well with style and grace."

Ray was taken aback. He wasn't used to compliments on his boxing style. Maurie, the owner of his Gym usually criticized his technique, and style, according to Maurie, he did not have any.

Years of dancing did show, however. Ray just stared at those eyes.

"And you are not bad looking either."

Ray choked. He was definitely not used to such directness.

"Do you want to go somewhere and have dinner? Boxing always makes me hungry. I would like to get to know you better."

Ray nodded. This man was incredible he glowed. He was golden. Ray realized that is what Fraser used to say about himself, but there the similarity ended. Fraser was never direct. Fraser told long, involved stories which did not always seem to have a point. This man probably never said more than three sentences together. Ray decided he didn't care. He would follow this man any where. They got up and left the bar. There was a restaurant near-by. They got a booth and sat opposite each other. Ray found it hard to not stare at those eyes. He did not remember ordering, but food arrived so he must have. During dinner conversation, they learned they had a lot in common. Ray was a detective and Warrick was a Crime Scene Investigator for Clark County. They did not talk shop much, however. Mostly they talked about boxing. When they were done eating, neither one wanted to leave. Ray suggested that they return to his room and have a drink. He was surprised when Warrick hesitated and said he did not want to be a one night stand. Ray was relieved he wanted to get to know this person better also, so he assured him that a drink just meant a drink, nothing more. Ray assured him that he was not into one night stands either. Surprisingly it was the truth, Ray knew he wanted to take his time and despite his reasons for taking this trip, he knew that Warrick wasn't the " Slam, Bam, Thank you Ma'am" type. He knew in his heart that he wasn't either. They walked to Ray's hotel and entered his room. Ray had some beer, which Warrick preferred. They drank slowly and talked. Before Warrick left, they had made arrangements to meet at the Gym the next day. They would spar again after Warrick's shift. He gave Ray his cell phone number and wrote down Ray's number so that he could call if he was running late. The next morning, Ray woke up with his sticky, wet hand around his penis. Geez, he had not had a wet dream since he didn't know when.

Ray spent most of the day waiting to go the gym. He showed up early. And got some work in on the punching bag. Warrick arrived shortly after their arranged time. He went into the locker room and changed. Then he and Ray entered the ring. They touched gloves and began to circle each other. There was an energy in the air that had not been there yesterday. Ray felt it running through his body, He could smell this other man, sweat and something feral. They played with each other for a while and then began to box. Ray felt himself becoming aroused. He was thankful for his baggy shorts. When the sublime torture was finally over, Ray headed for the shower. He needed relief. He debated whether to just take an icy cold shower and end it quickly or to take things in hand so to speak and pleasure himself. He decided he deserved some pleasure, so as the hot water pelted his body, he placed his hand on his penis and thinking of Warrick he brought himself to climax slowly but thoroughly. When he was done he placed his hands on the wall of the shower and his head against it and shuddered uncontrollably.

He had been in the shower so long, he was actually surprised to find Warrick waiting for him.

Once again they went for dinner and then Warrick showed him around the city, They ended up in another generic bar after their meal. Ray could not have told you what he had eaten or drunk, he was so into Warrick's eyes. Then Warrick suggested they go to his place. Ray was not so sure that was a good idea. Well, heck of course it was a good idea, he just wasn't sure it was a safe idea. But what the heck. They arrived at Warrick's place,. a condo tastefully laid out and as ordered and neat as Warrick himself. Warrick offered Ray a drink. Ray sat on the sofa and

Warrick sat opposite him. Ray avoided looking into Warrick's eyes until Warrick told him he did not have to go back to the hotel. He could stay with him. Since it was Christmas Eve, he would like Ray to stay. Ray looked up startled. He had not realized it was Christmas Eve. He tried to explain that he did not, was not that kind of man, Warrick assured him that if he thought he was that kind of man he would not have made the offer. Then he leaned into Ray and kissed him gently on he lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but there was a promise of more and deeper kisses to come. Ray stared into those eyes and then lowered his own. He sighed deeply and raised his head. "You don't know what you are getting into; I am damaged goods. I've only ever been with one man . I was married for years." He said quietly.

Warrick replied: "Hey, we all have baggage. I think we can be good for each other." and with

those words he once again leaned in and kissed Ray. This time it was not tender, it was rough and

sensual and Ray had to respond in kind. Somehow they ended up in the bedroom and Ray found himself being undressed while he desperately tried to undress Warrick. They found themselves studying each other's naked bodies. Then Warrick led Ray over to the bed and he lowered the smaller man unto it.. He studied Ray for what seemed like a long time and then he began to kiss him lightly on his face. Rapid, light kisses fell on Ray's eyelids, cheeks, nose, mouth. Ray shuddered and willed himself to relax. The kisses continued down his throat and unto Ray's chest. Ray shuddered again. He was throbbing. His penis throbbed. His nipples were assaulted more forcefully. As he thoroughly laved one nipple, Warrick's fingers teased and pulled at the other one. Then he switched. Ray jerked. Warrick eased himself onto the bed and straddled Ray. Than Warrick lowered his lips to Ray's engorged penis and his tongue lightly darted over every inch of Ray's stiff, aching, but in a good way, member. Then he began to manipulate Ray's balls. Ray arched off the bed. Warrick rubbed the area below his gonads and Ray knew he wouldn't last long. Ray could feel Warrick's own stiff member bobbing over him. Then Warrick took the entire length of Ray's shaft into his mouth while still playing with his balls. Ray was lost. The friction of Warrick's tongue, the tightness of his suction all drove Ray over the edge. He shuddered yet again and sent his seed into Warrick's mouth. Almost immediately he felt Warrick's penis jerking over him and he arched up into the flow and cemented himself to Warrick. with his ejaculation. Warrick finally released Ray and he sank on top of him drawing him unto his side as he lowered himself onto the bed. They lay that way for a long time, drinking in each other's every feature.. Warrick finally smiled and said: "Well, it is now officially Christmas. Merry Christmas Ray. " and he kissed Ray ever so gently. Ray sighed looked into those marvelous eyes once more and melted into Warrick's kiss while mumbling: "Merry Christmas" or something very like it back. And on that now silent night the two men slept in each other's embrace.

Eventually Ray did use his return ticket. He and Warrick flew back to Chicago in the spring and picked up the GTO from long term parking. They picked up the turtle from Frannie. Together they drove back to Las Vegas and settled into their new life.