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Lieutenant Vecchio
by Anam




Ray had paced the tiny kitchen of Fraser's apartment for the past hour, deep in serious thought. Dief was staring at the cop somberly from under the kitchen table, knowing the man was too preoccupied to feed him any donuts now.

Ray didn't know what to do.

He had to make a choice soon that would dictate the whole course of his future. It was a choice that would determine whether he would make Lieutenant someday.

A career choice.

Shit

Being Lieutenant Vecchio did sound nice. Ray had to admit he entertained the notion a few times before. Perhaps it was for the money and the prestige. Perhaps Ray didn't mind some extra respect.

However, Ray partly feared it. It carried responsibilities, trouble, and soul-damage. He thought of the endless paperwork, the noise, and the insolence of politicians and higher-ups.

How does Welsh do it?

Ray saw Lieu as a simple street cop. Ray couldn't help it, but he did. Welsh somehow managed to get the gold without being tarnished in the process. The man was straightforward, honest, and without fear.

Was Ray capable of all that once he became Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Vecchio?

Yes.

No.

No. Benny was safe. Being a detective was safe. It had paid for the pork chops. Leave it alone. Retire early and head for the North: mountains of snow, a warm cabin, small Inuit towns, chasing Dief all day and fucking Benny all night.

Paradise in ice.

His final decision was going to be based on the fact he loved Benny.

He wasn't simply running away, right?

Ray groaned as he sat at the kitchen table. He searched hard for the truth in his soul. God, where was it? Was he doing this only for himself or for them?

Benny and Ray.

Fraser entered the small apartment and he smiled. "Hello, Ray."

"Hey, Benny! How was the Consulate today?"

"It was fine, Ray," Fraser sighed, "thanks to the heroic efforts of Constable Turnbull."

Ray shook his head with a laugh. "You smart ass."

"My smart ass belongs to you." Fraser kissed the top of Ray's head and walked over to the closet.

Ray watched silently as Fraser peeled off his uniform and pulled on an old pair of RCMP-issued sweats. The sweat pants were rather tight over Benny's ass. Miles and miles of perfect skin - Ray wouldn't mind watching this beautiful display everyday for the rest of his life.

A life filled with small, quiet pleasures.

It was his choice. His choice to be happy.

I will be happy.

Ray's decision was all too clear.

The Chicago cop stood up from his chair and began setting the kitchen table for their dinner. Ray couldn't help noticing Benny standing over the hot kitchen stove, licking tomato sauce from a spoon. It was a very arousing sight.

Ray was sure the FBI would understand.

-The End-