My other dS story is on the rocks at the moment, so I'll try something completely different.

Warning: Slash. If you don't like it, no one's forcing you to read it.

Spoiler alert: If you've seen only seasons 1 and 2, you might want to find at least 3 before reading this. The whole series is recommended, and not just so you'll understand this story. ^_-

We Have To Stop Meeting Like This

A due South story. I don't own this show or anything affiliated with it. If I did, I'd have revived it by now.

One: In the Closet

Ray paused by the supply closet and looked up and down the hall. No one was paying him any attention. He knocked on the closet door twice. The same knock answered him and he ducked inside.

"We have to stop meeting like this," a teasing voice said.

Ray smiled and pulled the other man close, nuzzling his neck. "Oh, yeah? How and where do you suggest we meet?"

"How about your place?" the other asked before kissing Ray's temple.

"Are you nuts? What about your place?" He grasped the door with one hand to make sure it couldn't be opened easily.

"We could, I guess."

Ray found his lips and they kissed passionately.

Someone tugged on the door.

"Cheese it," Ray hissed, and they moved apart. He released the door.

Fraser stood outside. "Ah. There you are." He looked at the door itself. "The door seems to have been stuck. I take it you're discussing the Walker case."

"That's right, Benny," Ray said.

Diefenbaker, ever at Fraser's heels, tilted his head to one side as if not convinced.

"Mind if we join you?"

Ray shook his head. "Three in a closet... I dunno. I mean, you, me and the wolf is one thing, but you, me, Kowalski and the wolf is something else."

"Right you are. Shall we go somewhere more spacious?"

"More spacious, less private."

"True. Very well. I'll leave you to it. Be sure to fill me in on any revelations." He closed the door.

"How'd you do that?" Ray Kowalski asked.

"I've known him longer," Ray answered. "You can't try to make things make sense. They just have to make sense to him."

"Hm. Well, where were we?"

"Right about here, I think."

They made out a little longer before Ray asked, "So, were you serious?"

"About what?"

"Going to your place?"

"Um... we could."

"'Cause I don't want you to feel like we have to. A man's home is his castle, after all."

"No, it's okay. It's kinda messy, though."

"I don't give a damn."

"Okay... just... we can't let anyone see us."

"Sure, but if they did, they'd just think we were working on case stuff."

"But if Fraser does, he'll think we're working on case stuff without him. He'll get that sad puppy look."

"Yeah, you're right. So, we'll be careful." He trailed a hand down Kowalski's chest. "We should spar sometime."

"Yeah? I didn't know you boxed."

"Well, not professionally. Just for the hell of it. You?"

"Same. I like to think I could have done it, but... other stuff happened. Ever spar with Fraser?"

"Ha! No, and I'd rather not."

"Wise decision."

Ray gasped quietly as Kowalski boldly licked up his jawline. "Man, I'll be glad to get you someplace bigger than a closet."

A youthful laugh answered him. "Sounds almost like a threat."

"Take it however you want." Ray pressed his leg against Kowalski's.

This time Kowalski gasped. "Shit, I think we'd better stop."

Ray chuckled quietly. "Yeah, you're probably right." He kissed him once more. "See you after work?"


"Okay. Oh, and FYI: you'd turn me on more if you'd wear a suit now and then."

"God, now I wanna see you in a T-shirt and jeans."

"Pfft. In your dreams."

"You might be right. I dreamed about you the other night."

"I'm flattered. Now, shut up; I'm going out. Wait a minute before you follow."

"I know the drill."

Ray exited the closet and straightened his jacket before heading back to the bullpen.

Fraser had waited for him at his desk. "So?" he asked. "Any developments?"

Oh, hell, lots... "Not really."

"Where's Ray?"

"He'll be along in a minute. We should get lunch. You hungry?"

Dief barked and wagged his fluffy tail.

"I think we could both eat," Fraser answered.

Soon, the three of them—four, including the wolf—were packed into the Riviera and looking for a diner.

Just friends getting lunch, Ray thought, smiling to himself. Nothing to see here.

End note: So, I'm a little nervous about how fans will react to this. Again, if you don't like slash, this one wasn't for you. But even if you do, you might be wondering why I went with this pairing. Well... because I hadn't seen it done before and I wanted to try it. Sue me. Actually, please don't. I can't afford it. But if you have anything encouraging to say, please leave a review. I await your reactions with much proverbial nail-biting.