DS Story: P Is For Partners
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Title: P Is For Partners
Author: Grey/Grey853
Series: The Due South Alphabet series
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Tags: male slash, alternate universe-canon divergent, emotional hurt/comfort, explicit language
Words Count: 15,285
Summary:
Ben is being harassed. He and Ray work diligently to find the culprit.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63071821
Snippet:
″Well, fuck.″ Benton Fraser wasn’t one for swearing, but seeing not one but two flat tires on his Jeep made him channel his inner Ray. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rested a hand against the hood of the vehicle and prayed for patience. It’d been a particularly difficult day and he didn’t need the added aggravation of a car repair. He sighed to himself. There was only one thing for it. He reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call his partner.
″Hey, what’s up?″
″Not my tires I’m afraid.″
″Fuck. Another flat?″
″Two.″
″Well shit.″
″I’m sorry to bother you, Ray, but I need your assistance...again.″
″No problem. Listen, are they stabbed like last time or has the air been let out?″
Ben hadn’t really thought to check. He did a quick visual and saw no obvious puncture or slash. ″I’m not sure, but it looks like the air’s been let out.″
″Good. That’ll be a lot easier to fix. Let me call Jimmy. He can meet us there and he can inflate them. If it’s something worse, he can tow it to his garage and we’ll get some new ones put on.″
″I’m really sorry, Ray. This is such a nuisance.″
″Shut up about that. I should be there in less than ten minutes. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.″
″Thank you. I love you.″
″Love you, too.″
Author: Grey/Grey853
Series: The Due South Alphabet series
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Tags: male slash, alternate universe-canon divergent, emotional hurt/comfort, explicit language
Words Count: 15,285
Summary:
Ben is being harassed. He and Ray work diligently to find the culprit.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63071821
Snippet:
″Well, fuck.″ Benton Fraser wasn’t one for swearing, but seeing not one but two flat tires on his Jeep made him channel his inner Ray. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rested a hand against the hood of the vehicle and prayed for patience. It’d been a particularly difficult day and he didn’t need the added aggravation of a car repair. He sighed to himself. There was only one thing for it. He reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call his partner.
″Hey, what’s up?″
″Not my tires I’m afraid.″
″Fuck. Another flat?″
″Two.″
″Well shit.″
″I’m sorry to bother you, Ray, but I need your assistance...again.″
″No problem. Listen, are they stabbed like last time or has the air been let out?″
Ben hadn’t really thought to check. He did a quick visual and saw no obvious puncture or slash. ″I’m not sure, but it looks like the air’s been let out.″
″Good. That’ll be a lot easier to fix. Let me call Jimmy. He can meet us there and he can inflate them. If it’s something worse, he can tow it to his garage and we’ll get some new ones put on.″
″I’m really sorry, Ray. This is such a nuisance.″
″Shut up about that. I should be there in less than ten minutes. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.″
″Thank you. I love you.″
″Love you, too.″