Snapshot one:

In the kitchen there is a shout and a scuffle, quickly followed by a high-pitched yelp as two figures rush past in a frenzy of giggles and laughter. In one hand is a spoon, in the other is a now half filled bowl of mayonnaise mix sauce. The holder of both items, one member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, is currently wearing what could only be described as an expression of pure mischievousness.

His victim, one member of the Chicago Police Department is now backed into a corner and knowing there is no escape, is contemplating foul play. Covered from head to toe in mayonnaise mix sauce his plan is simple - revenge. Sweet, undiluted revenge......starting with the squeezy bottle of ketchup in his right hand.

Elamae :O) who enjoys the thought of food and the boys and the endless possibilities that ensue....*cackles*

Snapshot two:

Its cold, the wind breezy and calm, but chilling to the bone. Two figures, wrapped securely in coats and scarves approach. The blond, his hair sticking up in a wild array of spikes and tuffs stops and stares out at the broad expanse of water that is the lake they call Michigan.

His partner, dressed in a dark blue coat stops behind him, reaches out with both hands and places them around the waist of the man in front, leaning his face against the woollen scarf covering the blond's neck, nestling in the warmth he finds there.

Leaning back against the warm hold he is in, the blond sighs quietly, bringing his arms up to cover those surrounding him.

Their breath mists out in front of them as they stare out together in silence.

In companionship.

Snapshot three:

Standing in front of the stove one hand steadying the pan on the ring below him, Ray holds up a wooden spoon to the tall dark-haired Mountie stood half behind him. A question posed on his face.

"Taste?"

Without a word, Fraser reaches out and places a finger in the sauce that is on the spoon and gently wipes it on the side of Ray's neck. Leaning in close he opens up his mouth and slowly and very thoroughly licks the sauce off, hearing the gasp that catches in the throat of the man beside him.

"Tastes good, Ray."

Elamae 1999.