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Title: It Came to Pass
Fandom: Due South
Rating: Tame
Author's Note: Thanks to Mergatrude for beta services. You are the best!

It came to pass that both Ray Vecchio and Ray Kowalski returned to Chicago after their precipitous exits in opposite directions from the city some months ago. Both were working as detectives back at the 27th District of the Chicago Police Department. Not as partners; Welsh had assigned each of them one of the new guys that came in when Huey and Dewey left. An uneasy truce within the confines of work existed, and with it an agreement that any discussion of former partners or wives was off-limits.

There's a funny story about the truce. It came about after Lt. Welsh separated them for the fifth time two weeks after Kowalski had shown back up from Canada. Heaven only knows how many altercations there had been that he hadn't witnessed.

This time Welsh sailed in yelling, "Break it up, gentlemen! I said break it up. My office NOW!" Once inside, with Kowalski on one side of the room glaring at Vecchio, and Vecchio still breathing heavily on the other, he stared them down with his best 'Don't fuck with me' look. "Which one of you started it this time?"

Both men spoke at once, "That skinny, little punk..." and "The style pig over there..."

Welsh held up a hand, "Forget it, I don't want to know." The lieutenant sat down heavily in his chair. "I should take both your badges and save myself a lot of grief, but I'm over a barrel, and you guys know it."

"But..." Vecchio and Kowalski said in unison.

"Let me assure you gentlemen, that I will fire both your asses unless you two work this out, right here, right now." They both opened their mouths to argue, and Welsh slammed his hand down on his desk. "I mean it! I'm walking out that door, and I'll be back in ten minutes. When I get back, I want to see some handshaking. Understand?"

Vecchio gave him a reluctant, "Yes, sir," while Kowalski mumbled, "Okay."

They wasted the first minute trying to stare each other down. Neither of them blinked, but Vecchio sighed and broke eye contact. "I don't know about you, but I need this job, Stanley? Truce?"

"You keep calling me Stanley, and I'm going to keep trying to bash your head in," Kowalski lifted a fist in demonstration.

"Oh, that's real mature there, Kowalski." Vecchio rolled his eyes. He was not impressed.

"How about this then, we call one of those, what'd you call them's, a, a moratorium. You keep your mouth shut about Canada, and I won't say anything to you about Florida." Kowalski carefully avoided saying the names of the actual people involved and living in those two locales.

"What about clothes? No more style pig?" Vecchio asked.

"Yeah, I'll quit calling you style pig if you stop calling me the Goodwill Kid. Deal?" Kowalski held out his hand.

"You take all of fun out of life, Kowalski, but okay, deal." They shook hands, and Vecchio said, "So? What are we going to do 'til Welsh gets back?"

When the lieutenant returned, the two men had their heads together over his desk going over the Borelli file. They were arguing over who the perp might be, but it was cop banter, the kind that blew cases wide open. It did both Welsh's heart and his ulcer good to hear it.

"Don't you two assholes have your own desks?" Welsh got a kick out of the way they jumped.


It came to pass that as a direct result of the consultation with Kowalski, Vecchio and his partner, Dave Scully (don't laugh), did indeed blow the Borelli case wide open, resulting in many arrests, and the shut down of a major car theft ring. The processing of that many arrests took the whole day shift of the detective squad. Afterwards, they all went to the bar down the block that the cops of the 2-7 always seemed to end up when there was something to celebrate.

Kowalski looked around and everybody seemed to be having a good time, frosty mugs of beer or whatever in front of them. Everybody, that is, except Vecchio. He was sitting at a table by himself, sipping something from a tumbler. Kowalski meandered over.

"Hey Vecchio, what's the matter? You too good to drink beer with the rest of us?"

Vecchio lifted his head and Kowalski's next taunt died in his throat. There was a look in Vecchio's eyes that Ray recognized. He'd seen it in his mirror. Kowalski pulled a chair out and sat down across from Vecchio. In a much quieter voice, he said, "I miss him too, you know. I keep looking around, tracking for red..." he shrugged as he trailed off.

"Yeah, I miss Benny," Vecchio ignored the snort that came when he used his nickname for Fraser. "I keep expecting him to be here, turn around to say something, and it's fucking Scully there." He picked up his glass and finished the scotch. "I'd better get going, Ma's probably holding dinner for me."

"I got a better idea. Why don't we head over to my place, order a pizza and kick back?" He knew Vecchio didn't really want to go home. Hell, he didn't want to go home either. Not alone. "I might even have a bottle of that fancy stuff you're drinking laying around."

Vecchio looked at him sharply, making sure Kowalski was serious. As usual Kowalski's feelings and intentions were clearly readable on his face, Vecchio made note of that, and thought hey, maybe he could talk Kowalski into a poker game later; he could really clean up.

While Kowalski was making the rounds, telling everybody good night, Vecchio pulled out his phone and called his mother. "Hey, Ma, I'm going to be late. I've got to finish this paperwork," he lied, hoping that through the phone, the bar would sound like the squad room. He didn't like lying to his Ma, but if he said Kowalski's name, he knew she'd insist that Ray bring him home. For some reason, his ma really liked Kowalski. She'd really let him have it last week when he said something nasty about the guy in front of her.

Bringing his attention back to the phone, he answered his mother's query. "No, I'm not sure how long, you go ahead. I'll eat something later. Yeah, Ma, I'll be careful. Gotta go now. Okay, bye." Vecchio sighed and put his phone away. He waved to everybody and went to join Kowalski at the door.


It came to pass that Ray Vecchio admitted to himself that he'd gone to Florida with the wrong Kowalski. Something had sparked between them before he got shot and Fraser and Kowalski had taken off after Muldoon; but Vecchio, being Vecchio, had let it go. Which is at least marginally better than running away undercover like he did rather than admit he had feelings for Fraser. Okay, so he admitted to himself that he was what? Attracted to Stanley Raymond Kowalski? What he didn't know was how to admit it to Kowalski himself.

Luck came to Ray Vecchio in the guise of Santa Claus. No, really, he drew Kowalski's name for the secret Santa exchange that Frannie established during her tenure at the 27th. It had become a tradition. Though it put Ray in another predicament; what the hell did you get a guy like Kowalski? He didn't appreciate nice clothing or good scotch. He was an ex-smoker, so cigars were out.

What Vecchio needed was expert advice, and as far as he could tell there were two people who were experts on Stanley Raymond Kowalski and those would be their mutual ex-wife, Stella and their mutual ex-partner, Benton Fraser. Ray didn't really want to call either one of them. Stella, he just didn't want to talk to, and Benny, well, you never knew when you called his detachment if he was going to be there or out chasing polar bears or something. It was awkward trying to talk to Benny now. He was just as tight lipped about why Kowalski left from up there as Kowalski himself was. Ray would have given his eyeteeth to know just what happened, but the only time he managed to ask, Fraser got pissy with him. Ray had tried to pass his asking off as a joke, but it fell flatter than a pancake. He hadn't asked again, but there it sat like an elephant in the room that everyone was trying to ignore.


It came to pass that Ray Vecchio ended up asking the number one expert on Kowalski, and that was Kowalski himself. He walked right up to him one afternoon in the breakroom where they'd both stopped in for a cup of coffee to warm themselves up after being out on call.

"Hey Kowalski, I got your name in this gift exchange thing. What do you want?"

Kowalski looked around to make sure they were alone and leaned in to whisper in Vecchio's ear.

We'll leave to your imagination what he said, but to give you a hint, publicly Ray gave Kowalski a new Chicago Bulls t-shirt and a private gift came later that evening.

Prompt: "Don't fuck with me."

Date: 2010-04-10 01:20 am (UTC)
amedia: Curlicue of butterflies on black background (Default)
From: [personal profile] amedia
Oh, I like that! It has a wonderfully bittersweet tone that straddles the edge between funny and sad. I also like how there are external forces that push the characters together, but then they find commonalities they wouldn't have admitted otherwise.

I think this was my favorite line: There was a look in Vecchio's eyes that Ray recognized. He'd seen it in his mirror.

As for that "private gift" - I'd like to hear more about it. In detail. ;-)

Date: 2010-04-10 02:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Really liked this story, but it needs a sequel. One about that private gift.


Date: 2010-04-10 02:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] exbex
Love, you have gone above and beyond the call of duty. There will never be too much Kowalski and Vecchio hate each other and then have the hots for each other fic. I especially love how Vecchio finally just asked him. And I think I've fallen in love with your version of Welsh.



Date: 2010-04-10 11:27 am (UTC)
mamaffy: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mamaffy
That's just awesome, Wonderfully snarky! And with Mama Vecchio. :)

Perfect voices! As in "Oh, that's real mature there, Kowalski." Vecchio rolled his eyes. He was not impressed.

Dave Scully (don't laugh)

It came to pass that Ray Vecchio ended up asking the number one expert on Kowalski, and that was Kowalski himself.
My favorite bit. So them. \o/

Date: 2010-04-11 06:00 pm (UTC)
endcredits: ([ckr] kowalski)
From: [personal profile] endcredits
I love this so much! The 'conversational fairytale' style of narration is just adorable!

the Goodwill Kid

Snorfle! And your Welsh = LOVE!

"Don't you two assholes have your own desks?" Welsh got a kick out of the way they jumped.

Date: 2010-04-12 02:50 am (UTC)
mergatrude: a hermit crab peering from it's shell with the text "lurker" (Default)
From: [personal profile] mergatrude
Yay!!!! You are awesome!

Date: 2010-04-12 05:04 am (UTC)
akamine_chan: Created by me; please don't take (Default)
From: [personal profile] akamine_chan
What a fun romp!

Date: 2010-04-12 11:47 pm (UTC)
idreamedmusic: (DS - Fraser lightbulb)
From: [personal profile] idreamedmusic
Heeee, this was brilliant and I can totally see this from the Rays' interaction in CotW. I especially loved your little snide remarks you gave to both of them early on: "That skinny, little punk..." and "The style pig over there...". Heeeeee!

And I adore your Welsh! You so perfectly captured his dry humor! "Don't you two assholes have your own desks?" Perfect!



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