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#10873 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:35 pm
Subject: A Hiding Place part 12 - SPOILER
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Sweetie, the moo tried that . . . ahem . . . pairing . . .  years ago and has never seen anyone try it since. 
 
It caused quite a ruckus (may be spelled wrongly). One list owner, where I posted it, was so outraged it led to a series of events that she eventually closed the list.
 
Congrats. I've always hoped somebody else would try this.
 
Tipping the Stetson
 
The Moo

#10874 From: "hoosierdueser" <chimel23@...>
Date: Wed Nov 2, 2011 3:43 am
Subject: Re: A Hiding Place part 12 - SPOILER
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I'm either reading too fast or missing something and I feel kinda dumb...what
pairing?

Mel-Buck
--- In NewRideForever@yahoogroups.com, the_moo moo <the_moo@...> wrote:
>
>
> Sweetie, the moo tried that . . . ahem . . . pairing . . .  years ago and has
never seen anyone try it since.
>
> It caused quite a ruckus (may be spelled wrongly). One list owner, where I
posted it, was so outraged it led to a series of events that she eventually
closed the list.
>
> Congrats. I've always hoped somebody else would try this.
>
> Tipping the Stetson
>
> The Moo
>

#10875 From: "hoosierdueser" <chimel23@...>
Date: Wed Nov 2, 2011 3:44 am
Subject: Re: A Hiding Place part 12 - SPOILER
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Nevermind. I was reading too fast. I see it now, so don't bother answering LOL.

Mel-Buck
--- In NewRideForever@yahoogroups.com, "hoosierdueser" <chimel23@...> wrote:
>
>
> I'm either reading too fast or missing something and I feel kinda dumb...what
pairing?
>
> Mel-Buck
> --- In NewRideForever@yahoogroups.com, the_moo moo <the_moo@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > Sweetie, the moo tried that . . . ahem . . . pairing . . .  years ago and
has never seen anyone try it since.
> >
> > It caused quite a ruckus (may be spelled wrongly). One list owner, where I
posted it, was so outraged it led to a series of events that she eventually
closed the list.
> >
> > Congrats. I've always hoped somebody else would try this.
> >
> > Tipping the Stetson
> >
> > The Moo
> >
>

#10876 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Tue Nov 8, 2011 6:07 pm
Subject: FIC: A Hiding Place part 13
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Name: A Hiding Place part 13

Rated: NC-17 or R depending on your views
 
 
 
Fraser felt guilty, once again things had gotten out of control and he would have to suffer exile.  As he lay down, he could hear someone softly walking down the hall.  Not sure whom it was, he sat up and stared twoard the door.  "What do you want?" 
 
"Same as always."  A sultry voice purred from the shadows.  "You."
 
"You broke in," Fraser stood up and glared twoard the figure, "there are two detectives upstaris."
 
"And they will remain there."  The figure slowly moved toward Fraser causing Diefenbaker to wake up and growl softly.  "I put something in the beer earlier so they would sleep."
 
Barking wildly, Diefenbaker charged the figure sending the intruder scrambling for their life.  As sharp fangs snapped at scurrying heels, they scrambled down the hall and out the back door with Fraser close behind them.
 
Catching Dief by the neck, Frasser held him back. "It's O.K. Dief."  He softly spoke. "They will not be back tonight," as they started back toward the den, Fraser made sure all the dooor and windowns were locked as he muttered, "not tonight."
 
As he settled on to the sofa, Fraser sighed heavily and tried to forget the  problems of the day.  Knowing that person was out there just waiting for him to be alone so they could attack was praying on his nerves so he was not paying too much attention when frannie walked into the room.
 
"You look all nick and comfortable."  Frannie purred as she folded her arms across her chest and leered at Fraser's naked chest.
 
"Francesca," Fraser quickly pulled on a shirt, "what are you doing down here at this time of the night?"
 
"Just wanted to make sure you were OK."  Slowly moving toward him, she continued devouring him with her eyes.  "Thought I heard something moving around."
 
Dief whimpered and started to stand as he puzzled what to do now.
 
"I't's alright Dief."  Fraser held his hand out to keep the wolf from rising to attack position.
 
"I'm sure it was nothing."  Frannie stroked Dief's muzzle as she passed by him.  "Ma went to bed singing and the kids are all asleep."
 
Fraser shifted back in the sofa as much as he could, a terrofied look upon his face.  "What about Ray and Ray," shaking his head, he quickly reinterated, "I mean your brother and his colligue?"
 
"Oh I'm sure they have something to keep themselves busy."  Frannie purred as she leaned over him, her fingers brushing his chest and shoulders as she went in for the kill.
 
"Francesca," Fraser sounded panicked, "I don't think we should do anything . . "
 
"Ofcoarse we should," Frannie lay over him and shivered with excitement, "no one will know and I will have had a most wonderful . . "
 
Suddenly, the lights came on and Fraser froze solid.
 
As Frannie turned to see whom it was, she could alrady tell by the way the hair on the back of her neck was twitching.  Giving both of them an angry glare, she snarled softly, "what are you two doing down here?"
 
"We came down to see what was going on."  Ray K snorted.
 
"Thought I heard someone tip-toe down the hall."  Ray V snipped as he glared twoard his sister.  "Now get off him."  His voice rang with rage.
 
"Alright, you don't have to wake the whole house up."  Frannie snarled as she climbed off Fraer, her hand resting on his chest and groin to give her leverage to get up.  "And what makes you think I was tip-toeing?"  Shooting across the room in three strides, she got in her borthers face and begagn poking him in the chest.  "I came down to 'visit' him, not play twenty questions with you and if he wants me to 'visist' him then I will "visit' him and there is nothing you nor your side-kick can do about it."
 
"Hey," Ray K glared twoard her, "I am no ones side- KICK."  His eyes bored into her as though he were threatening her.
 
"Why don't you go back upstairs Frannie?"  Ray V turned his gaze toward Fraser.  "I'll talk to Fraser for a moment an be right up."
 
"Oh no you don't,"  Frannie snarled angrily, "I was here first, and you are not going to . . ."
 
"ENOUGH!"  Fraser jumped up and quickly dressed.  "Since my presence is causing everyone so much distress, I will simply leave."
 
"No!"  In unison they all grabbed Fraser and threw him to the floor.  As they tried to talk all at teh same time, Dief began working his way toawrd Fraser.
 
Frannie grabbed Dief by the collar and took him into the kitchen, sitting a plate of meatballs in front of him she tied him to the refrigerator and raced back itno the den.
 
Fraser was struggling to get away from both Rays as they tried to reason with him, telling him 'they needed him', 'it was too cold outside', 'he wouldn't make it home safely' and many other reasons that would not stop the intrepid Mountie.
 
Gulping hard, Frannie leaned in and unfastened Fraser's pants, opening her mouth wide she dove in and began sucking his pristine cock down her throat.
 
Ray K s was shocked and held Fraser's hand down as he watched Frannie gasp and pant as her teeth grated Fraser's flesh.
 
"Frannie you can't do taht."  Ray V softly spoke as he watched her devouring Fraser's manhood.  "I'm holding him down, you know what that makes me?"
 
"Lucky."  Ray K swiftly  shucked his pants to his knees, sat over Fraser's legs, lifted Frannie's skirt and began thrusting himself deep inside her wet core.
 
"STOP."  Fraser's strangled voice brogugh Ray V's attention back to him.
 
Seeing the sweat beading on Fraser's brow, the intense expression on his face as his muscles tightened and the way Ray himself was holding Fraser's arms as he tried to free himself made it imposssible for Ray V to resist temptation.  Leaning over, he began devouring Fraser's mouth, one hand held Fraser's arms over his head while his other hand messaged and fondled Fraser's chest and nipples.
 
Moving his hips closeer to Ray K, Ray V moaned and unfastened his belt.
 
Reaching over, Ray K pulled Ray V's trousers down and began stroking his alreasdy forming errection as he continued pumping himself into Frannie.
 
As they climaxed toogether, their bodies tensed as the excitement overwhelmed them and the trio mufled their cries as best they could and continued ravishing Fraser while he struggled to be free.
 
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Diefenbaker pulled his head out of the refrigerator, he had already eaten everything on the lower shelves and was loking to see what was still in reach when he heard the first throws of the trios growing passions.  Pulling back from the noose around his neck, he struggled hard, jumping into the air as he muttered his self-loathing for leaving Fraser alsone.
 
The refrigerator door swung wide and back several times before it snapped and fell to the kitchen floor.  The end of Diefs leash easily slipped off the handle now as he dashed down the hall toward the sounds of his pack-mate in trouble.
 
*****************************************************************************************************
 
Fraser's body spasmeded and jerked hard enough to throw the trio off him and into the corners of the room.  Gasping for air, he crawled toward the sofa and  quickly closed his clothing.
 
"That wasn't so bad now was it."  Frannie purred as she leered twoard Fraser. 
 
"He's all sweaty now," Ray K spoke in a nonchalant tone, "have to take a bath."
 
Shaking his head, Fraser gasped out a sharp, "no" before he gulped and took several deep breaths.
 
"You'll freeze if you don't get rid of that sweat."  Ray V stared twoard Fraser curiously.
 
"I can keep him warm."  Frannie smiled as she leaned twoard Fraser.
 
As she reached from him, Diefenbaker charged into the room, jumped over Ray K and Frannie to land in front of Fraser.  Taking a protective stance, the wolf snarled and glanced among the trio as though he were saying 'alright who is going to be first'.
 
"Easy, big fellow," Ray V held his hadn out toward Dief only to be met with more vicious growls, "easy, what is wrong with him?"
 
"Nothing," Fraser sighed as he quickly pulled himself together, "he is protecting me from a menace."  Standing, he was wobbly on his legs and shook for a moment.  "We are going home now."
 
"But it's late."  Frannie smiled up at Fraser.  "You might get sick and need some tender loving care to amke you feel better and I would have to stay at your place to . . . "  her face lit up, "OK get going, the suns not coming up for another four hours wouldn't want to miss that."
 
"Frannie."  Ray V snarled as he pulled himself to his feet and closed his trousers.  "That is no reason."
 
"I am going."  Fraser said forcefully.  "And if any of you attempt to stop me I will use force to leave, if need be I will hurt you."  His expression was one of dead seriousness so intense that the trio backed away and tried to hide in the corner.
 
Diefenbaker knew his duty and was not about to let them follow Fraser.  As Fraser gathered his things the intrepid wolf stood guard, snarling and growling a warning not to move or be torn apart.
 
"Dief, Come."  Fraser quickly walked down the hall and out the front door, slamming it behind him, he knew Ma would walk up and prevent them from following him even if she did not know what had happened.  He quickened his pace down the street to avoid any on lookers who mgight be waiting nearby.
 
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Hearing the front door slam shut, the trio quickly began straightening the den, hiding everything that could possiblely look like it had been out of place or used to harm Fraser.
 
"The rug."  Frannie glared twoad the slatter of fluids Ray V had made when he had ejaculated with nothing to hold it back.
 
"We got to stop her from coming in here."  Ray V muttered as he stared twoad the door to head Ma off in the hall.
 
 
 
to be continued . . . .

#10877 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:47 pm
Subject: FIC: A Hiding Place part 14
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Name: A Hiding Place part 14

Rated: NC-17 or R depending on your views
 
 
 
Diefenbaker pulled his head out of the refrigerator, he had already eaten everything on the lower shelves and was loking to see what was still in reach when he heard the first throws of the trios growing passions.  Pulling back from the noose around his neck, he struggled hard, jumping into the air as he muttered his self-loathing for leaving Fraser alsone.
 
The refrigerator door swung wide and back several times before it snapped and fell to the kitchen floor.  The end of Diefs leash easily slipped off the handle now as he dashed down the hall toward the sounds of his pack-mate in trouble.
 
*****************************************************************************************************
 
Fraser's body spasmeded and jerked hard enough to throw the trio off him and into the corners of the room.  Gasping for air, he crawled toward the sofa and  quickly closed his clothing.
 
"That wasn't so bad now was it."  Frannie purred as she leered twoard Fraser. 
 
"He's all sweaty now," Ray K spoke in a nonchalant tone, "have to take a bath."
 
Shaking his head, Fraser gasped out a sharp, "no" before he gulped and took several deep breaths.
 
"You'll freeze if you don't get rid of that sweat."  Ray V stared twoard Fraser curiously.
 
"I can keep him warm."  Frannie smiled as she leaned twoard Fraser.
 
As she reached from him, Diefenbaker charged into the room, jumped over Ray K and Frannie to land in front of Fraser.  Taking a protective stance, the wolf snarled and glanced among the trio as though he were saying 'alright who is going to be first'.
 
"Easy, big fellow," Ray V held his hadn out toward Dief only to be met with more vicious growls, "easy, what is wrong with him?"
 
"Nothing," Fraser sighed as he quickly pulled himself together, "he is protecting me from a menace."  Standing, he was wobbly on his legs and shook for a moment.  "We are going home now."
 
"But it's late."  Frannie smiled up at Fraser.  "You might get sick and need some tender loving care to make you feel better and I would have to stay at your place to . . . "  her face lit up, "OK get going, the suns not coming up for another four hours wouldn't want to miss that."
 
"Frannie."  Ray V snarled as he pulled himself to his feet and closed his trousers.  "That is no reason."
 
"I am going."  Fraser said forcefully.  "And if any of you attempt to stop me I will use force to leave, if need be I will hurt you."  His expression was one of dead seriousness so intense that the trio backed away and tried to hide in the corner.
 
Diefenbaker knew his duty and was not about to let them follow Fraser.  As Fraser gathered his things the intrepid wolf stood guard, snarling and growling a warning not to move or be torn apart.  His hair was bristled making him look much larger than he normally did, enough to frighten everyone there.
 
"Dief, Come."  Fraser quickly walked down the hall and out the front door, slamming it behind him, he knew Ma would walk up and prevent them from following him even if she did not know what had happened.  He quickened his pace down the street to avoid any on lookers who might be waiting nearby.
 
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Hearing the front door slam shut, the trio quickly began straightening the den, hiding everything that could possiblely look like it had been out of place or used to harm Fraser.
 
"The rug."  Frannie glared towad the slatter of fluids Ray V had made when he had ejaculated with nothing to hold it back.
 
"We got to stop her from coming in here."  Ray V muttered as he stared twoad the door to head Ma off in the hall.
 
"Fraser just wanted an early morning run," Ray V stated firmly as he turned his Mother around and headed her back down the hall, "he said to say good-by and he's just doing his morning routine."
 
Ma sputtered and stammered for a moment then stopped at the foot of the stairs.  "Enough!"  Muttering a curse in Italian, she composed herself.  "Why did Bentino leave at this hour of the morning?"  Her angry glare fell on each of the trio in turn.  "Was he upset?"  She noticed they all shifted away from her.  "Did he say anything?"
 
"No Ma," Frannie gazed toward the floor in hopes of avoiding her angry glare, "he just needed to get out of here . . . I mean he had to go."
 
Nodding, Ma went back upstairs and softly sobbed into her pillow. Firmly believeing she had chased the incredable Mountie away, her heart was breaking and she could never let anyone know why or that she was suffering.
 
*************************************************************************************
 
Fraser hurried to the Consulate and changed for work, he was early but he needed to get some things done before he was summoned to Washington DC to testify for NCIS.
 
Thatcher came in and glared at him angrily.  "We are expecting the Secretary to the RCMP today," she strode over to him with a vicious snarl curling her lips, "I understand you know her and her husband."
 
"According to my record," Fraser gazed at the wall over her head to avoid eye contact, "I have never been in Toronto so it would not be possible for me to know her."
 
Moving around the room, Thatcher sniffed at him, she could tell he had on orgasm that moring and was fristrated by his lack of discretion.  "You will stand sentry duty outside today," she started to storm out of the room, "I won't need you for the meeting."
 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Fraser changed and took up his position outside the Consulate door.  However, his relief did not last too long as he saw the woman exiting her limo and sashay up to him.
 
"Hello Benton."  She purred as she ran her hand over his chest.  "I know you didn't want to play with me before," she chortled soflty, "but now you may not have any choice."  Sucking a breath in through her teeth, she leered at his crotch.  "I remember all those nasty parties you made so wicked when you where just starting out," grinning up at him, she spoke in a husky tone, "I can't wait to see what you have in mind for us here."
 
"Inside."  An angry man snorted as he stormed up the steps and shoved her inside.  "If you think I am going to let my wife become involved with a sick sex maniac you are mistaken."  Glancing around to be sure no one could hear him, he leaned in and snarled in Fraser's ear.  "If she comes near you I'll have you both killed."
 
Fraser paled as the man slammed the door hard enough to make him wince.  "Oh dear."  He mumbled under his breath and gulped hard as he saw Frannie and the two Rays heading his way.
 
It didn't help that Dief was inside and unable to defend him, the fact that he was on duty and had to remain rigid was his only hope of avoiding any confrontations.
 
 
 
to be continued . . . .



#10878 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:35 pm
Subject: FIC: A Hiding Place part 15
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  Disclaimer; no infringement intended, no money made, TYK Alliance for allowing us to use your characters, they will be returned undamaged.

Name: A Hiding Place part 14

Rated: G
 
 
Fraser hurried to the Consulate and changed for work, he was early but he needed to get some things done before he was summoned to Washington DC to testify for NCIS.
 
Thatcher came in and glared at him angrily.  "We are expecting the Secretary to the RCMP today," she strode over to him with a vicious snarl curling her lips, "I understand you know her and her husband."
 
"According to my record," Fraser gazed at the wall over her head to avoid eye contact, "I have never been in Toronto so it would not be possible for me to know her."
 
Moving around the room, Thatcher sniffed at him, she could tell he had on orgasm that moring and was fristrated by his lack of discretion.  "You will stand sentry duty outside today," she started to storm out of the room, "I won't need you for the meeting."
 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Fraser changed and took up his position outside the Consulate door.  However, his relief did not last too long as he saw the woman exiting her limo and sashay up to him.
 
"Hello Benton."  She purred as she ran her hand over his chest.  "I know you didn't want to play with me before," she chortled soflty, "but now you may not have any choice."  Sucking a breath in through her teeth, she leered at his crotch.  "I remember all those nasty parties you made so wicked when you where just starting out," grinning up at him, she spoke in a husky tone, "I can't wait to see what you have in mind for us here."
 
"Inside."  An angry man snorted as he stormed up the steps and shoved her inside.  "If you think I am going to let my wife become involved with a sick sex maniac you are mistaken."  Glancing around to be sure no one could hear him, he leaned in and snarled in Fraser's ear.  "If she comes near you I'll have you both killed."
 
Fraser paled as the man slammed the door hard enough to make him wince.  "Oh dear."  He mumbled under his breath and gulped hard as he saw Frannie and the two Rays heading his way.
 
It didn't help that Dief was inside and unable to defend him, the fact that he was on duty and had to remain rigid was his only hope of avoiding any confrontations.
 
"I know you can't talk so just listen," Ray V held up his hands in a gesture for Fraser to remain still, "we mess up and hope it dosen't screw up our . . .  you know . . ." stuffing his hands in his pockets, he shifted his feet as his tone changed from commanding to submissive, "whatever we got with you."
 
"Ray," Frannie whined, "that is so weak."  She moved closer.  "You know how we feel and we're soory. . . "
 
At that moment Thatcher walked out and snarled at the trio talking to her Mountie.  "This came for you over the fax," she shoved the page into Fraser's hand, "read it and get going.'
 
Fraser quickly looked over the page and nodded before turning to leave.
 
"And take your wolf with you."  Thatcher snarled before Dief darted out of the Consulate covered in assorted confections.
 
"I'm not even going to ask."  Fraser huffed as he quickly darted toward his apartment.
 
********************************************************************************************************************
 
Fraser was at the air port by the time Welsh had heard about his leaving, he raced with sirens blaring to get there in time to talk to Fraser.  "Fraser!"  He puffed as he darted up to the Mountie just before bording his plane.  "How long will you be gone?"
 
"Don't know."  Fraser shrugged one shoulder.  "I have to testify and they may want to test my abilities to see if I am credible."
 
"Take the trio with you."  Welsh's eyes pleaded for mercy.  "Vecchio and Kowalski can confirm you are a good cop and Frannie can . . . " glaring toward Frannie, he paused for a moment, "well she can do what she can do."
 
"I haven't time to wait."  Fraser handed the lady his boarding pass.  "The jet is leaving now."
 
"They have tickets."  Welsh stated as flatly as he could.
 
"Don't get in my way," Fraser spoke firmly, "this is a federal investigation and you are not authorized to follow me anywhere."
 
"Understood."  Welsh nodded as he handed the lady three boarding passes and shoved the two Rays and Frannie toward the jet."
 
They did not ride together as the two Rays and Frannie were in coach while Fraser and Dief were in first class.
 
At the air port Spacial Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was waiting for Fraser with Abby.
 
"FRASER!"  Waving as she bounced on her heels, Abby was obviously excited to see them and charged over.
 
Dief took the lead and leaped into Abbys arms, being smothered in kisses and huggs he felt overjoyed without the sugar buzz.
 
"Abby," Fraser kissed her cheek and shook Gibbs' hand, "sir.  My friends followed."
 
"They can get their own ride," Gibbs stated firmly, "we have to go and get your deposition now."
 
As the two Rays and Frannie watched the van disappear, they could not help wondering what was going on, the did not know where Fraser was staying nor how to contact him.  They were on their own in Washington DC.
 
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Fraser made a clear and precise deposition, his tone was crisp, his voice was strong and unwavering, everyone was impressed with him and had no problems with his testamony.  However, they did question his ability to determine what a substance was made up of with such accuracy without using any computers.
 
Diefenbaker watched patiently as a variety of substances were paraded through the room, Fraser tasted each one and accurately noted what it was made up on in great detail.
 
After a long day of tasting things, Abby took Fraser to NCIS Headquarters for a tour.
 
Tony was synical at first and questioned Fraser's abilities in great length.  "So how do you know what something is made up of?"  He snickered as they walked from the elevator to his desk.  "You can't taste it no one has tastebuds that sensative."
 
"Fraser dose."  Abby grinned as she placed her hand on Fraser's shoulder.  "And his wolf knows it."
 
"That's a wolf?"  Tony stared toward Dief almost in shock.
 
"Part wolf," Fraser spoke calmly, "I don't know what the other half is and I would suggest you not stare at him."
 
"Oh," Tony pulled a jelly donut out of his desk, "why not?"
 
"It's a challange."  Fraser spoke calmly and stepped back as Dief launched himself toward the donut.
 
"Diefenbaker.'  Abby scholded softly as she knelt beside him gobbling up the confection.  "You know you shouldn't eat that."
 
"Yes," Tony snipped, "that was my donut."
 
"You don't don't need it," Gibbs stated flatly as he tossed a file on his desk, "good job Benton.  You still need to hang around for about two weeks while we sort out the details."
 
"Understood."  Fraser nodded.
 
"Where you staying?"  Tim called from his desk.
 
"Not sure," Fraser glanced down at Dief the wolf finished licking the powdered sugar from his nose, "I need a place that allows pets."
 
"Most of them do."  Gibbs smiled down at Dief.  "You can let him stay at my place."
 
"And Fraser can stay with me."  Abby beamed as Ducky came over and placed a file on Gibbs' deak.
 
"Benton," Ducky shook his hand, "it's nice to see you again."
 
"You know him?"  Tony asked curiously as he startred rummaging through his desk for another snack.
 
"Yes, Tim and I met Constable Fraser when we were in Alaska, we had gotten lost and wandered across the boarder," Ducky rambled on, "fortunately Benton was in the area and saved us both from a nasty case of snow blindness not to mention warding off hypotherm .  ."
 
"That's enough Ducky,"  Tim sputtered out nervously, "Tony dose not want to hear about that."
 
"Sure I do."  Tony smiled and placed his arm around Ducky.  "I'll even buy you a cup of coffee to hear about it."  As they walked down the hall toward the break room, Tim began to panic and qucikly chased after them.
 
"Show you my lab."  Abby beamed and took Fraer by the hand.
 
Fraser was unusually quiet and she wanted to find out what was going on.
 
"This is my world, labby as I like to call it."  Beaming brightly, Abby took Fraser around to each of the machines and told him what they do before guiding him into the bullistics room.  "And this is my fireing range," she smiled and closed the door, "completely sound proof."
 
Nodding Fraser hung his head and leand back on a table.  "I need sound proof right now."
 
"Tell me about it."  Abby placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a very serious expression.
 
"I'm tired of being everyone's hiding place," Fraser sighed, "the thing they go to when they want to escape the world."
 
As Fraser rambled on, Abby listened quietly and let him vent all his frustrations.
 
 
 
to be continued . . . .

#10879 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:09 pm
Subject: re post Moo fic - Jewish Benny - rated G
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From time to time, when I was writing fic quite actively, I made Benny Jewish in some fic or other. My favourite of that genre, which I posted one year for moo's own birthday, follows. 

It's not particularly thrilling but just sort of playing out a moo fantasy. (Totally clean and rated G, dearies) Today being Moo's own birthday, I'm reposting "Benny Says Kaddish".  I won't be insulted if you don't find it interesting. Just indulging moo-self on the occasion of turning 58.

By the way, Ray's observations of what it felt like to be a guest in a synagogue are taken from real life observations of my first friend in the Due-niverse, the dear lady who goes by the online name "Lucysmom".

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"Ray, would you like to come somewhere with me on Saturday morning?"

 

Ray found the wording of the question a little strange. On any given Thursday, Fraser was wont to ask something like this, but usually he said "Would you take me somewhere Saturday morning?" meaning he had some errand that required a ride in the Riv. Fraser's phrasing, once you got past the embarrassed stammering, was usually precise. Ray was instantly intrigued. This change in wording must mean something.

 

"Where'd you have in mind, Benny?"

 

Fraser looked away. Since it was also unlike him to avoid Ray's eyes, Ray knew something really important was up.

 

"Somewhere with Mort and me. If you're not too busy."

 

Wow. Both evasive and passive-aggressive so early in the conversation. The haircut and the visit with Uncle Leo would definitely wait. "Sure, Benny. What time should I pick you up?"

 

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Ray parked the Riv outside an old brick house with a lot of old men, a couple dozen Ray figured, milling about on the sidewalk out front. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a house. There were two wide doors and over them a Jewish star and a Hebrew inscription.

 

Fraser was in his brown uniform, which he hadn't worn for nearly a year since the Dragon Lady had ordered him out of it and into the blue one. Fraser so detested the blue that she had taken pity on him and agreed to a compromise – the red serge. Ray agreed that the dark brown went better with the camel Stetson, even though brown wasn't Fraser's best colour.

 

Ray found a place to park a few blocks away, then he and Fraser walked back. At first all the men looked alike in their similar dark, conservative suits, black skullcaps and advanced years. A taller one of them detached from the herd and headed towards them. It was Mort.

 

"Good, you made it!" Mort declared, grabbing Fraser's two hands in his own and pumping them. "And you, Ray. You came too. Very nice, very nice. Come, I'll introduce you around."

 

Mort did just that, for many minutes, presenting them to old man after old man. Their forearms were all covered with their suit jackets but Ray suspected many of them had concentration camp tattoos on their forearms as Mort did.

 

With great ceremony, Mort and a group of three more brought Ray and Fraser into the presence of a very tiny man. Mort pushed Fraser forward "This is him. The one I told you about. And this Detective Vecchio, he came along for company. Gentlemen, this is Rabbi Farb."

 

Fraser touched his hat and Ray muttered something polite.

 

Yet another man came up and from behind the Rabbi said "Mort? Did you ask him?"

 

"I'll ask him. I'll ask him. Fraser, I forgot to ask you. We don't have a Co-hayn today. You're not by any chance . . .?

 

Fraser looked at the pavement.

 

"I knew it! I knew it!" Mort slapped Fraser on the back, "A Mountie comes to the rescue!" He turned and pushed through the crowd shouting, "Meyer, I found one! Oh wait, I forgot . . . " he turned back and made his way back towards the Mountie. He then took a piece of paper and the stub of a pencil from his pocket and shoved them at Fraser. "Write your name here."

Ray tried to make out what alphabet Fraser was writing in. Benny knew every language so why not Hebrew? But in the crowd of little old men, he couldn't see.

 

By now the group of old men were joined by a smattering of younger ones and a half a dozen women of different ages. They all started to move into the building.

 

Mort was back now, having delivered the paper to Meyer, and resumed his role as guide.

 

"I guess this is a synagogue?" Ray asked him.

 

"Yes, Ray. You ever been in one?"

 

"A few times. Some bar mitzvahs. A wedding."

"Good, then you know the routine. Take a kee-pah when we go in. Stand up and sit down when Meyer says. Don’t fall asleep." Mort put one arm around each of the friends' shoulders and they joined the crowd heading for the door. Ray wondered what Fraser and Mort had cooked up that had to be done in a synagogue but he figured he'd be told in good time, so he just went along.

Once inside, Ray took a black skullcap from a basket on a table near the door. Mort already had one of his own on, embroidered with gold thread. Fraser simply kept on his Stetson.

 

Most of the men carried velvet pouches under their arms and once inside the building they opened the pouches and pulled out long, narrow, white shawls with fringes on both ends. Another larger basket containing shawls, apparently loaners like the kee-pahs, was also on the table.

 

Fraser surprised Ray by picking up a shawl from the basket, holding it in front of himself, then bringing the cloth to his lips twice, in spots about two feet apart.. Then, as were the other men, he slung the garment over his head. It stuck out comically over the edges of the Stetson, while the other mens' shawls lay flat against their heads. The same as the other men did, Fraser muttered some phrases in a language Ray presumed was Hebrew then took the shawl down from his head and settled it around his shoulders.

 

"Fraser, should I do that?" Ray asked as he trailed after the Mountie and Mort towards an inner door leading to the sanctuary.

 

"No, Ray. It's not necessary."

 

Indeed, Ray could see that perhaps 30% of the men present had no shawls on, nor were any of the women wearing any. So he thought no more of it and only briefly reflected that Fraser seemed to know exactly what to do and say. Well, if Fraser knew everything about everything anyway, why shouldn't he know this?

 

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The inner part of the synagogue was sparse to Ray's eye. There were no coloured windows, statues, flowers, candles, nor any of the usual trappings he associated with a house of worship. There were rows of wooden chairs, a small stage with a lectern in front. Also on the platformwas a wooden cupboard closed off with a curtain. From the ceiling over the lectern hung a small lamp.

 

The three men settled into a row midway down the hall, Fraser in the middle, Ray to his left and Mort to his right. Mort leaned across the Mountie and gave Ray a quick briefing. "This is a normal Saturday morning service. Nothing special happening today. We'll finish in about 2 hours, then we'll have kiddush. That's refreshments. Honeycake, some fruit maybe, and wine."

 

The wine would be way too sweet, as Ray recalled from other such visits.

 

"The stage is called the 'bee-mah', the hat's called a 'kee-pah' – you knew that already, right – and the shawl's called a 'tah-liss'. Behind the curtain we've got scrolls. We'll read from some later."

 

"One's a 'Torah'". I remember that. It's got the Old Testament in it, right?"

 

Fraser interposed here, and began lecturing Ray on what kinds of text were in what scrolls, then all fell silent as Meyer, the rabbi and a few other men came up onto the bee-mah. Everybody picked up a prayerbook, some from pockets looped over the chairs in front of them, some had their own. The service began.

 

The few times Ray had sat through a Jewish service he'd found it exotic but just a little less organized than what he was used to in his own church. Meyer told people when to sit and stand and occasionally reminded them what page they should be on. One man did most of the singing. During one very long prayer, everyone stood up and went off mumbling at their own pace, some slow, some fast, some bobbing up and down from the waist, some staying still, some with their tah-liss over their heads, some not. Everybody bowed at one time or another, never any two at the same time. As the speedier ones finished, before the rest of the group, they either stood quietly and waited or had whispered conversations with other speedies.

 

When Meyer announced they should be on a certain page, most of those not yet finished abandoned what they were doing and flipped over the suggested page, others remained standing and went on doing their own thing. Fraser was one of this latter group.

 

After the novelty of watching Mort and Fraser wore off, there was nothing much to hold Ray's attention. He began to wonder, idly, if there was more to Fraser's knowing all this Jewish stuff than just Fraser knowing stuff. Fraser Jewish? I look more Jewish. Still . . .

 

When the standing and bobbing part was done, a couple more men gathered on the bee-mah and consulted with Meyer. Then they were satisfied with the results of their deliberations (all in Yiddish) another section of the service began.

 

The curtain was opened with great ceremony and singing. One of the men on the bee-mah lifted out a scroll. He faced the audience and sang, others joining in for a few lines here and there. The singing continued while the man paraded with the Torah all around the room, with the others from the bee-mah following behind. As the scroll passed each row people touched the ends of their shawls, first to the scroll and then to their lips. Those without shawls used their prayerbooks instead. Ray felt like joining in and hoped his priest wouldn't mind. It was a Bible after all.

 

Once the scroll and its entourage had finished the circuit of the room, they placed it on the lectern, removed its embroidered satin cover and unrolled a portion. Ray knew from other visits, and you didn't need to be a detective to figure, that they would now read from the delicate parchment.

 

Meyer stood forward and called out, "Yah-mode Baruch ben Reuben ha Co-hayn!"

 

Ray recognized the last word from the conversation outside. He looked towards Fraser to see this was perhaps his friend's cue to do something. He wasn't disappointed. Fraser stood up alone, left his seat and made his way to the bee-mah. This went just a little beyond what Ray was expecting.

 

A man was in position ready to read from the scroll. Fraser stopped in a spot just to the man's right. He sang, all alone, a short passage with a haunting Eastern tone, glancing from time to time at a laminated piece of paper that was also on the lectern. Then, he stood quietly while the other man chanted his Torah reading.

 

Seeing Fraser go solo like that was a bit of a shock. He must be . . . He can't be . . .

 

After about five minutes of chanting, Ray heard a falling tone which he correctly figured must mean the end of a section. Fraser sang briefly again a passage similar to his first (Ray hadn't realized Fraser had such a fine, clear tenor voice) then faded to the back of the bee-mah. He stood there doing nothing while another man was called up and went through an identical performance to Fraser's except that his guy was far off key. Still, he got nods of approval when his singing was finished. So, they don’t pick them for their musical talent, Ray decided.

 

The second man finished and moved to where Fraser was standing. Fraser relinquished the spot to him and stepped off the bee-mah. As he did, smiling men shook his hand and clapped him on the back. The Mountie smiled shyly at each one and headed back to his seat. People at their seats reached out hands or called out "Mazel Tov" and "Well done" as he went by them.

 

Mort jumped up like a proud father, and embraced him. "It's his first time! Imagine!" for all to hear. Fraser wriggled free and blushed as he sat down.

 

"I didn't want to do that, but they needed a Co-hayn," Fraser whispered to Ray.

 

"What's that?"

 

"It means . . . well . . . it's not important right now, Ray." Fraser's eyes told a different story. They were glistening, tears gathering at the corners.

 

Son of a gun. He is. Go figure.

 

Other men took their turns. There was more singing, more reading, more marching. The old rabbi delivered a sermon which Ray tuned out. It was as boring as any other sermon. Ray had his own thoughts to occupy him.

 

Ray had been getting along fine standing and sitting when told and following Mort's and Fraser's lead. Then came a point of confusion. Meyer announced "Mourners' kaddish". What, wine and cake already? No, that's 'kiddush'.

 

Fraser and a handful of other men stood up. Everyone else remained seated.

 

"Do I stand up?" Ray whispered to Fraser.

 

"No, Ray. You stay down." Not that he didn't believe the Mountie, but Mort was also staying down so Ray felt comfortable doing the same.


The handful of standing men began chanting. "Yitgadal vehyitgadash shehmay rabbah," Fraser began with the rest. Muttering in unison was something new to Ray, but these guys seemed to be doing it. Everybody sitting down added "amen" here and Ray joined in, it was easy enough.

 

The unison muttering continued.

 

Then Fraser and the other standing men, all together, took three small steps backwards in their places and bowed to their left. "Yahseh shalom beemroomav."

 

Then they bowed to the right and said "Hoo yahseh shalom aleynoo."

 

They bowed forward. "Veh alcoll Yisro-ayl. Veemroo amen." Everyone else said "amen" again. The kaddish-sayers then took three small steps forward, stood for a brief moment and then sat down.

 

All sat down but Fraser, that is, who dashed from the room in tears. Mort and Ray followed. In the outer hall they saw Fraser sitting on a couch with an older Mountie, also in brown. The older man had his arm around Fraser's shoulder. He looked up at Ray and Mort as they approached.

 

"Benton did well, didn't he? Never thought I'd live to see my Benton on the bee-mah." said the older Mountie. He looked somewhere in his fifties.

 

"You didn't live to see it," Fraser managed to say. "That's rather the whole point of this, Dad."

 

"Don't quibble, Benton. You know what I mean."

 

Fraser now took in the situation. "Dad, Ray and Mort can see you."

 

"Oh, sorry. Just got carried away. Wait'll I tell your mother. She'll be so proud! Have some extra honeycake for me." So saying, the older Mountie got up, gave Fraser's shoulder a final pat and left the building.

 

Fraser jumped to his feet and went after him, clutching his tah-liss about his shoulders as he ran. "Dad! Wait!"

 

Ray and Mort just stared after them, not quite sure how to react.

 

"What's a co-hayn?" Ray asked, finally.

 

Mort had to take a second to re-orient to Ray's question. "Long ago, we had priests. It was a hereditary thing. We still keep track. A co-hayn is someone whose ancestor was a priest."

 

"And when he went up there in front, what was that for?"

"It's called an 'ah-lee-ah'. It's considered an honour. In every service the first ah-lee-ah has to be a done by a co-hayn. I'm surprised Fraser knew how to do it."

 

Ray had long since given up being too surprised by anything Fraser came up with, including being a priest.

 

"What was that last thing they did for, with the bowing?"

 

"You mean the kaddish? You say it on the anniversary of the death of a close relative. Last month Fraser told me it was going to be two years since his father was killed and he felt bad he never said kaddish. Who was that Mountie he was talking to? You know him? Fraser called him 'Dad'."

"Never met him," said Ray, for once being as literal as his friend. "Do we have to go back in? Couldn't we just wait here for the honeycake?"


End



#10880 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:57 pm
Subject: OT - DM in Homeland
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Hee hee, I keep confusing it with a Canadian series, Heartland.

It doesn't look like Moo's cable offers Homeland. Sniff. It should come around eventually. Slings and Arrows took a few years to get to a station I can watch.

It's so good that DM is finding work. He's a total gentleman and a mensch.

The Moo

#10881 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:58 pm
Subject: FIC: A Hiding Place FINAL chapeter
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Name: A Hiding Place part 16 final chapter

Rated: serious PG almost NC-17
 
 
 
 
"This is my world, labby as I like to call it."  Beaming brightly, Abby took Fraser around to each of the machines and told him what they do before guiding him into the bullistics room.  "And this is my fireing range," she smiled and closed the door, "completely sound proof."
 
Nodding Fraser hung his head and leand back on a table.  "I need sound proof right now."
 
"Tell me about it."  Abby placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a very serious expression.
 
"I'm tired of being everyone's hiding place," Fraser sighed, "the thing they go to when they want to escape the world."
 
As Fraser rambled on, Abby listened quietly and let him vent all his frustrations.
 
"The worst part of it is that," Fraser guled hard as his nerves were beginning to show, "I have no place to hide myself."
 
"You can hide in me," Abby purred, "I will always be here for you as a friend if that is all you want."
 
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Ducky had let it slip the way Fraser had kept him and McGee alive was through "interpersonal contact to stimulate warmth" that was enough to make Tony torment Tim even more.
 
Laughing, Tony strode back to his desk with McGee close behind.  "I always knew you were bi at best."
 
"That's not true," Tim snapped and floopped down in his chair, "it was to stay alive and nothing more."
 
"He is a very handsome man."  Zeva spoke in a nonchalant tone.
 
"Forget about him," Gibbs stated firmly, "he's here to do a job nothing more."
 
"Sure McGee will tell you all about how," leaning over, Tony gave Tim a sugestive glare, "it feels."
 
"Stop it will you," Tim snapped, "he's just someone I met in Alaska and he saved my life that is all."
 
"Oh I'm sure of that," Tony laughed, "and you must 'repay' his 'kindness' by 'launching' your 'good will' in his direction."
 
"I'm going to launch my foot up your A$$ if you don't stop harrassing McGee and get some work done."  The tone in Gibbs' voice was more than enough to make Tony stop and get back to work.
 
"I bet I could have him."  Zeva though outloud.
 
"Don't even try it."  Gibbs snarled softly.  "He's here to work."
 
Dief whimpered and licked his chops as he glanced around.
 
"Come on," Gibbs got up and started out with Dief close behind him, "if he asks I took his wolf for lunch."
 
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Things were past out of hand when Palmer entered Abby's lab and saw her mounted on a naked Fraser as he thrust his hips up into her pelvic.  Being shocked, he ran out and down autopsy before he could leave anything for Abby.
 
"Mr Palmer," Ducky glanced toward him, "you seem upset.  Well you didn't even leave the evidence with Abby."  Taking the bags from Palmer, he started toward the elevator.  "I'll do it myself."
 
"No wait."  Palmer called just as the doors were closing.  "Got to warn Abby," he tried using the intercom only to hear feedback, "her phone."  Calling Abby's phone, he chanted, "pick up, pick up, pick up."
 
Abby's phone was not with her in the room, so she had no idea anyone was on their way down.  When Ducky entered and saw them, he turned his back and sat down, going over the evidence in his hands as he waited for them to finish up.
 
Fraser's sweat soaked body shivered as he bit his lip and virturally tossed Abby into the air as he released his final orgasm.  "We have company."  Sighing, he toweled off and quickly dressed while Abby straightened up her clothes and went out to see what Ducky wanted.
 
"Hey DuckMan," Abby smiled as she touched his shoulder, "what you need?"
 
"Evidence my dear."  Smiling, Ducky waited for her to sign before waving to Fraser and leaving the lab.
 
"He's cool aobut it."  Abby smiled as she started processing the evidence.
 
"I know."  Fraser smiled as he finished buttoning his shirt.  "Thank you."  Kissing her neck, he stood behind her and watched her working for a long time.  "I really have to find a different way to hide from my problems."
 
"You think?"  Abby grinned as her fingers clicked over the keys, racing through programs, adding informaion, adding searches as she leaned back in Fraser's strong arms.
 
"Hey Abbs."  McGee and Tony walked into the lab and tossed a few bags donw on the counter.
 
"Is it my birthday already?"  Abby turned and started checking over the bags.  "Blood analysis and finger prints," she grinned, "you guys rock."
 
"I'm sure your 'friend' dosen't think so."  Tony smiled as he walked around to face Fraser and held out his hand.  "Anthony Deno . . ."  His words tailed off as Fraser shook his hand, the spark he felt was overwhelming and he could not help but stare into Fraser's eyes.
 
"Tony," Abby shook his shoulder, "Earth calling Tony."
 
"Sorry Abbs," stepping back, Tony straightened his tie and cracked his neck, "lost my train of thought there for a moment."
 
"FRASER!"  Gibbs called from the doorway.  "Come on, let's go." Dief barked and licked his lips as he darted in the room, circled Fraser's legs and shot back out again, "let's get this over with, the DA is willing to make a deal but she wants you there to make sure it's not an injustice."
 
"O.K."  Fraser started to leave and walked backwards out the door.  "See you tonight after we're through."
 
"I'm looking forward to it."  Abby called and waved as she watched the intrepid Mountie disappear into the elevator.
 
"What the . . ."  Tony cleared his throat, "he seems to be an 'unusual' man."
 
"Oh he is," Abby faced Tony as she grinned, "he has a double X and a double Y cromi. . "
 
"He has what?"  Tony sounded shocked.  "Double Xes are violent men and double Ys are all women."
 
"Not necessarily," Abby returned to her  computer, "double X can mean a violent person, the jails are full of them, but it also means a very powerful man."
 
"And the double Ys?"  Tony stuffed his hand in his pocket and supttered.  "What about that?"
 
"It means he's really . . . interesting."  Abby focused on her work and ignored the bickering between McGee and Tony.
 
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Later that night, Abby was sitting on a park bench, leaning on Fraser's shoulder, her feet were up as she was nestled safely in his arms while she gazed at the stars.  "You know I never really looked at the stars before."  She purred softly.
 
"I thought we would find you here."  Ray V puffed as he walked up to them.  "Frannie and Kowalski are behind me."
 
"You didn't have to look for me."  Fraer stated soflty.  "I would have found you after my testimony."
 
"Knew you'd be here," Ray K snapped as he tromped up with Frannie in tow, "only place to see the stars."  Glancing around, he thought they did look nice.
 
"So," Abby smiled at the trio of intruders, "what brings you to Washington?"
 
"Keeping an eye on Fraser."  Frannie stood in front of Abby, her tone filled with venom.  "He's somewhat innocent," bending her knees, she galnced toward Fraser and the way he held Abby before snarling, "and can be easily tricked."
 
"Francesca," Fraser's tone was firm yet gentle, "please do not offend my friend simply because you are  . . ."  Clearing his throat, he stood up and took a few paces away from Abby.  "You know I think there is a resteraunt still open over here, would you like anything?"
 
"Sure," Abby smiled at Fraser, "you know what I like."
 
Nodding Fraser took both Rays with him as he huttied away saying, "I don't think they need an audiance."
 
Dief whimpered and glanced between them before charging after Fraser.
 
"So," Abby sat up, "how often you and Benton have sex?"
 
"That is so wrong," Frannie acted upset as she rambled on, "he is not a toy, he is a person and I do not have sex with just anyone."
 
"Neither do I," Abby stood up, "but he and I are friends and we do have freind sex," she saw the shock on Frannie's face, "just like everyone else."
 
Sitting down, Frannie gaped like a fish out of water for a long moment before her voice came out squeaky and frustrated.  "I don't get it," Abby sat next to her, "I have tried everything to get that man in bed with me and nothing happens," gesturing toward Abby, she sputtered, "all you have to do is show him your tatoos and he's all over you."
 
"No," Abby smiled sweetly as she spoke in an understanding voice, "he's complex, he dose not mind having friend sex as long as both parties know it means nothing.  You on the other hand want to screw his brains out and make him your slave forever so he can spend eternity just doing what you want when you want without even considering . . ."
 
"How do you know all this?"  Frannie snapped bitterly.  "How do you know I don't have real feelings for him?"
 
"We talk," Abby spoke in a dead serious tone as she glanced toward the resteraunt Fraser had gone into, "he's told me everything and that is how he feels about you."  Frannie felt the wind sucked out of her soul as Abby continued talking.  "He knows you don't consider him a real person, just a toy, you know and he really wants someone speacial."
 
"Like you."  Frannie snarled, obviously looking for a fight.
 
"No not like me," Abby tilted her head and thought a moment, "we are friends and I can be his hiding place just like everyone else use to use him as their hiding place."
 
"What do you mean by 'hiding place'?"  Frannie snarled as she glared toward Abby.
 
"A place, person or thing," Fraser spoke sternly as he handed Abby and Frannie take out cartons, "used to escape the troubles of the world."  Sitting beside Abby, he continued.  "Usually it is something disposable."
 
"Is that what you think I'm doing with you?"  Frannie seemed offended but those who know her knew she was not.
 
"I know it," Fraser looked Frannie directly in her eyes, "to you I am nothing but a thing to hide in when life gets too bothersome and like many others," turning away, he stared at his boots, "you do not consider my feelings in anything."
 
"But Benton," Frannie started to reach for him only to be held back by her brother.
 
"Everyone has their hidding place," Fraser spoke sternly, "some times it's sex, some times it's a tv show, some times it's food, some times it's the stars," pointing up, he gazed up at the stars, "just watching in silence but it's always something for everyone."
 
"Let's go," Ray V sighed, "we should not have followed and we were wrong about the other thing too."
 
Fraser nodded and watched as the trio left the park, Frannie's voice could be heard echoing as she complained about having to leave.
 
"She's a forensic pathologist," Ray K snapped, "she can kill you and leave no evidence behind."
 
Frannie glanced back and saw Abby grinn and nodd, then quickened her pack to get back to the hotel before anything could happen.
 
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EPILOGUE
 
Frannie never did stop lusting after Fraser, she was waiting in his apartment with dinner ready when he and Dief got back.
 
Ray V and Ray K continued working together, hoping that some of Fraser's instincts would rub off on them -- which would make Welsh and the entire Chicago Police Department very happy.
 
Ma Vecchio focused on her grandchildren and even though Fraser never came by the Vecchio home again, she and Fraser still had 'friend sex' at his apartment once in a great while.
 
Abby still worked diligently for NCIS, hoping she could use Fraser's skills again.
 
Gibbs, McGee, Ducky and Palmer were all added to Fraser's Christmas list and were very happy with the gifts he sent them.
 
Tony remained confused and try as he might he never really got the hang of being 'friends' with the Mountie from Heaven or Hell depending on your views.
 
Diefenabaker raced around the block and ate Thanksgiving dinner at everyones house, making him grow two inches all around.
 
Frasesr put Dief on another diet and started running through the park with him after work.
 
The park has never been safer.
 
 
 
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Thank you for reading my fic and your feedback has helped me through a difficult time.  This story has been my hiding place --
 
My Mother died and I was mugged, I keep getting told the man who mugged me can do anything he wants because he's connected and I should be thankful he didn't really hurt me.  Please pray for me and my sister, I still ahve nightmares and sometimes can't stop crying, it's taken months just to be able to write this down without bursting into tears.
Thank you all kindly, God Bles, how you have a happy Thanksgiving and a Merry Christmas, Gesneede Kerfees, Rehus-Beal-Ledeats, Feliz Navidad, Nadolig Llawen, Kung His Hsin Nien Bing Chu Shen Tan and many other holliday greetings.

#10882 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:34 pm
Subject: RE: FIC: A Hiding Place FINAL chapeter
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((((((Kayzer))))))) Hugs
 
Sometimes we do wish there were a Mountie to rush in to the rescue, eh? Get the bad guy and haul him in.
 
Thoughts are with ya during difficult times. Indeed, fic can sometimes be therapy.
 
Moo
 

#10884 From: "hoosierdueser" <chimel23@...>
Date: Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:05 am
Subject: Re: FIC: A Hiding Place FINAL chapeter
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(((hugs)))

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#10887 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Mon Nov 28, 2011 3:20 pm
Subject: Re: Re: FIC: A Hiding Place FINAL chapeter
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Thanks, I needed that.
kayzer

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Mel-Buck




#10889 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:37 pm
Subject: FIC: A Miracle of Peace
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A Miracle of Peace
 
Rated G (some controversy)
 
Fraser could hear the arguing echoing in the halls again, it was Christmas and Hanukkah so once again the neighbors were arguing over whom had the right to decorate the halls for a holiday not everyone celebrated. 
 
Usually it was Mrs Vaun and Mr Gross arguing over the lights in the hall, soon the entire building would be choosing up sides on the decorations and who had the right to celebrate their holiday unhindered by the neighbors, but this time the shouting got louder and louder as though someone were coming toward his room.
 
Shaking his head, Fraser went to the door and opened it up just as Ray V was going to knock.
 
"Whoa," Ray V jumped back to avoid hitting Fraser with his fist as he started to knock, "watch what your doing Benny."  Barging into the room, Ray K, Frannie, Mrs Vecchio, the Reverend Michael and Rabbi Yosef followed him inside.
 
"Would you care to sit down?"  Fraser blushed softly knowing he did not have enough chairs for everyone to sit on.
 
Most mumbled a no thank you but the Reverend and Rabbi both sat at the table while Frannie sat on his bed.  Not wanting anyone to get any ideas, Ma Vecchio sat next to her daughter and softly scolded her under her breath.
 
Not knowing why they were here, and wanting to be a good host, Fraser spoke in a calm tone.  "Can I offer you some tea or other . . . "
 
"NO!"  Ray K snapped angrily as he charged over and poked Fraser in his chest.  "You spend Saturday at Synagogue then go to a Christian Church on Sunday!!"
 
"Well," Fraser seemed unsure as to what was going on and spoke in a timid tone, "ofcorse I do."
 
"WHY?!!!"  Ray K began pacing and waving his arms about as he ranted.  "You can NOT be faithful to two religions, you can NOT have two faiths,  it's like having two girls, you can get away with it for awhile but then," pausing, he thought about whom he was speaking of, his eyes glanced over Fraser's frame and he sighed in frustration, "O.K. bad comparison but you can't tell me you believe both of those stuff, it's not possible."
 
"Anything is possible Ray," Fraser had  acidently left the door ajar and was not aware that his neighbors were hanging on his every word,"all you have to do is believe."
 
"Bentino," Ma piped up softly, "you are a good Catholic boy yes?"  Her eyes begged him to just say yes and leave it at that.
 
"He goes to a Synagogue."  Ray K snapped angrily.
 
"That doesn't mean anything," Frannie hissed back as she pointed toward Fraser, "he could just be going to make someone happy, you know how Fraser is."
 
"I would never go into any religious Temple, Church or Synagogue simply to make someone happy."  Fraser stated as firm as he dared.
 
"But what do you believe my son?"  The Reverend Michaels asked softly.  "I see you in St Michaels at least three times a week."
 
"And you are at Synagogue the same."  The Rabbi Yosef nodded as he glanced toward the Reverend.  "All we want to know is what is in your heart."
 
Glancing down, Fraser stirred his tea and thought for a long moment.  "My Grandparents were Christian," leaning against the counter, he could see his neighbors from the building gathering in the hall to listen more closely to  him, "they taught me the basic Christian lifestyle.  However, my Mother was Jewish, she never gave up her religion and my Father never asked her to, while she was alive she took me to the Synagogue and I learned from the Rabbi who came to visit with us."
 
"What's that got to do with anything?"  Ray V snapped bitterly.  "We want to know what you belive in now, not what it was like back then."
 
"I'm comming to that Ray," Fraser cleared his throat and hoped everyone could hear him, "during my," waving a hand in small circles, he chose his words carefully, "Religous training . . . . I came to understand that the two religions are really one and that one cannot exsist without the other . . . Well maybe not both but one is the foundation of the other so it seems to me that they are both one in the same."
 
"I don't get it."  Frannie gazed toward Fraser curiously.  "Nothing is the same about Jewish and Christians, we don't even read the same bibles."
 
"In a way you do."  Fraser glanced out into the hall and noticed the crowd had grown.  "The Jewish faith is the basis for all Christian beliefs, Judiasm is the foundation of all Christian beliefs, read the Old Testiment -- that is the Jewish Bible ofcaorse it is still read in the ancient Hebrew as prescribed by the law."  Tilting his head to the side in a shrugging gesture, he sipped his tea.
 
"They can't be the same," Ray K piped up anxiously, "there is no way, there are way too many differences, not only in the way the books are read but the whole mumbo jumbo, it's just too different."
 
"They are the same," Fraser spoke with such conviction that no one dare oppose him, "the only thing that is different is that one sect believes that the Lord has not yet come and the other believes not only that He has come but that He died for all of our sins.  Both Religions want Peace on Earth."
 
The Rabbi and Reverend both nodded and felt rather small for allowing themselves to become part of this religous battle.
 
Fraser could see that no one knew what to say or what to do, at that point almost everyone would have given everything they had for a good solid earthquake to break up the party.  "I'm sure you all have something else you would wish to be doing, Christmas and Hanukkha shopping, decorating various rooms, preparing for several parties, not to mention the religous aplications."
 
Everyone except Frannie slowly got up and started to leave as they said their thanks to Fraser for straightening out 'the situation'.
 
Fraser slowly closed the door and sighed in relief.  As he stepped back, he caught sight of Frannie still sitting on his bed, smiling at him.
 
Leaning back slighlty, Frannie spread her hands over his matress and gave hiim a wicked grin.  "Want your Christmas gift now?"
 
Before Fraser could say anything, thumping could be heard in the hall, the door flew open and Ray V charged inside.  Grabbing Frannie by the hand, he litterally dragged her from the room.  "What is wrong wiht you?"  Stopping for a second, he shot back toward Fraser, "merry Christmas and happy Hanukkha," before leaving with Frannie in tow, "what is the Rabbi going to think of you?  Sitting on his bed, waiting for everyone to leave?  How you don't have the worst reputation . . . "  His words faded as they stormed off down the steps and out into the street.
 
Fraser smiled to himself, he could hear the neighbors agreeing to let each celebrate whatever holiday they wanted in their own way.  Getting out a small Christmas tree, he sat it on the table and smiled as he opened the trunk next to his bed and pulled out a Menorah, looking at the bottom, he saw him Mothers name engraved on it.  A tear trickled down his cheek as he sat the Menorah next to his small Christmas tree and thought to himself, "just as it should be".
 
 
 
 
 
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#10890 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:18 am
Subject: RE: FIC: A Miracle of Peace
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This is new, right? I'm going to flatter moo-self and consider it a companion piece to Benny Says Kaddish if it is okay with you.
 
If so, I have a place on my site (the Moo-niverse) for such things and if you give your permission I'll put it there in the company of other accomplished authors.
 
Sweetheart, you sound like you know whereof you speak.  Offlist please send me your RL name and I'll say a mee-she-ber-ach for you.
 
The Moo
 
 
 

#10891 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:29 am
Subject: Fic: Higher Authority. Sugary sweet and sappy alert.
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Since Kayz and moo have been on the subject of organized religion, it being the holiday season and all, here's a repost of a very old moo fic, written when the moo was young in the due-niverse (though not on the planet, hee hee). This is not only totally "G" rated, it is highly sappy and sentimental. If you are "down" on organized religion (as many are, bless them, hee hee) skip this entirely.

Higher Authority

The ambulance went screaming through the gritty Chicago night. In the back, two passengers, or, perhaps, two clients. One was a Mountie, not moving, unconscious and bleeding from a blow to the head with an iron bar. The other, a blond detective pretending to go by the name of Ray Vecchio, was not moving either. He was crouching in the corner of the ambulance, watching the paramedics as they worked on his friend.
 
Ray was babbling as he usually did when panicked. "Hang on Fraser, come on, buddy, hang on. You're gonna be okay." Over and over again.
 
At last they reached the Emergency and white-coated people whisked Fraser away, leaving Ray in the waiting room alone. He pulled out his phone and called Inspector Thatcher at home. Then he gave it some thought and decided to call Francesca, too. What the hell. If he dies (Ray almost stopped breathing himself at the thought) she'd probably want to be here.
 
Thatcher arrived first some ten minutes later. She was dishevelled, eyes puffy and red from either sleep or crying. She wore an old pair of blue jeans and a sweatshirt with an RCMP logo. When Ray could give her no news she launched off in search of someone in charge.
 
Soon afterwards, Francesca arrived. She wore heavy make up and her hair was arranged in an elegant wave. She had on a tight leather mini-skirt and an even tighter tank top. Enough of her bulged out that even frantic with worry as Ray was, he couldn't ignore all that skin.
 
"You're not going to impress him, Frannie" said Ray, exasperated, and not a little disgusted. "They brought him in unconscious. He can't see what you're not wearing."
 
The barb went completely unnoticed by Francesca. "Where is he? How is he?"
 
"Somewhere in there. Don't know."
 
Thatcher returned. She had managed to bully a doctor. "He's in a coma." She reported, "We just have to wait. The doctor said..." here she faltered slightly, "the doctor said if he doesn't wake up in the next two hours . . . he won't wake up at all."
 
Francesca gasped. "Where is he? We have to be with him!"
 
"Down this way. They said we could stay and wait", Thatcher answered and led them through a series of doors and corridors to a room. Fraser lay in the room's only bed, his head bandaged, covered with a sheet up to his chest, his arms and shoulders showing that he was dressed in a blue hospital gown.
 
"So," said Ray, "What are we supposed to do?"
 
"I guess we wait," said Francesca.
 
"I'm not good at waiting. This doing nothing, I'm no good at it, Frannie."
 
Francesca rummaged about in her purse and produced first one, then two sets of rosary beads. "You're Polish. Raised Catholic, right?" She dangled one of rosaries in front of him. "So here, do something useful."
 
Ray didn't take them. Francesca shrugged. Then she held the rosary up in front of Inspector Thatcher. "How about you?"
 
"United Church of Canada", answered Meg, "I'll improvise." She went around to the side of the bed where she could see her deputy's face clearly, gazed at him for awhile, then took a deep breath, inclined her head ever so slightly, closed her eyes and started murmuring to herself.
 
Francesca took a position beside her by the bed and dropped to her knees. She rested her elbows on the mattress and began praying, using one of the sets of beads. The whole thing made Ray very uncomfortable. Praying in public? That would be too embarrassing. Still, this was Fraser. Ray was ready to run, jump, and fight or even kill to help his friend. So maybe, it would be alright to be embarrassed for him.
 
He went over and knelt beside Francesca. She smiled and handed him the other set of beads. It had been years, but no matter. It had been drummed into him from childhood - he knew what to do.
 
Father Flaherty and his younger assistant were just finishing their day's visiting of parishioners. They saw the tender scene through the open door of Fraser's room. Two women and a man, praying for someone. The two priests exchanged looks and came in.
 
"Excuse me, I couldn't help notice as we were passing." said Father Flaherty, politely. He looked at the bed to ascertain the patient's gender. "Is he Catholic?"
"I don't know, Father. Probably not," answered Francesca, "But us two, we are. Would you mind helping out."
 
"Is it last rites you'd be wanting for him, then?"
 
"No Father. He's in a coma. If he doesn't wake up soon, he'll die. What he needs is a little edge. Please?"
 
The older priest nodded, made a sign of the cross over the Mountie and both priests went, as it were, into action.
 
A group of Hare Krishna had been visiting one of their own, who had been having eye surgery. The scene they passed as they went through the corridor was irresistible. Their leader motioned them into the room and they gathered at the foot of Fraser's bed. As they started chanting, swaying and ringing small bells, everyone else in the room (except Fraser, of course) glared at them. They lowered their voices, their chanting hardly audible, and continued to sway and jingle.
 
This expanded group was noticed by five nuns coming down the corridor together, nursing sisters who had come to the hospital for a seminar and were on their way home. They paused at the doorway, noticing the Catholic priests. The Father waved them inside. All the better to even the odds. He explained to them what was going on and they arranged themselves on the other side of the bed.
 
That left room for three more people just beside Fraser's right leg. The space was soon filled by Protestant seminary students who came in, curious about this eclectic gathering, and stayed to help out, too.
 
It wasn't long before four bearded, orthodox Jews, in wide brimmed black hats and long black coats just happened along the same corridor. The eldest of them addressed his friends. "They've got everything else in there. What do you think?" The group discussed it briefly amongst themselves and entered, taking the only spaces left near the prostrate Fraser, on either side of his head at the top of the bed. The eldest asked everybody in general "Excuse me, somebody's in charge here?"
 
The three original visitors weren't sure who was in charge. Thatcher was nominally the highest in rank. She raised a timid hand, overwhelmed by all the crowd. "I am, I think."
"Good. My name is Weintraub. This guy, I'm guessing he's not Jewish."
 
"Not as far as I know."
 
"And the problem?"
 
"He's had an head injury. He's in a coma. If he doesn't wake up in a couple of hours, they say he never will."
 
"Um hmm, um hmm. You don't mind if we . . ."
 
"I don't seem to have any control over this."
 
"Fine, fine. So, what's his first name?"
 
"Benton."
 
"This is a first name?" he muttered something in Yiddish and his friends laughed, but not unkindly. "And his father's first name?"
 
"It was Robert."
 
Weintraub consulted with his friends again in Yiddish, then they started in on a Hebrew prayer. The rest of the group resumed their own devotions, having paused temporarily to listen in.
When Fraser opened his eyes, some twenty minutes later, the first faces he saw were the bearded ones, up-side-down from his viewpoint, leaning over his head. An hallucination? He looked down towards his feet at the robed, dancing figures, then to either side at the assorted Christians. His own friends were there, too, but they seemed somehow lost in the crowd.
 
"Hello?" he ventured. "Um, excuse me, but am I . . ."
 
A general shout of satisfaction and some cheering greeted his hesitant words. The nuns all clasped their hands together with delight. The youngest kissed his cheek. Chattering happily amongst themselves they headed out. Then one by one, everybody affectionately patted whatever part of Fraser happened to be closest to where they were standing, his foot, leg or arm, gave their own particular benediction and left the room satisfied. Soon only the three original friends and the group of Jews were left.
 
The Jewish men were all shaking each other's hands, slapping each other's backs and congratulating one another. Finally Weintraub went around to where Fraser could see him right-side-up. "We'll be going now," he announced, grandly, "I hope you don't mind, we had to give you a Hebrew name. We called you 'Benjamin ben Reuben'. So, have a speedy recovery, and good-bye." They headed out.
 
Fraser, after his first attempt to talk, had been left speechless by the goings-on. Suddenly he spoke up. "Ray, those men. Get them back. Please."
 
Ray went after the Jews and ushered them back to where Fraser could see them. It was still hard for the Mountie to speak. The men had to bend low over him to hear. "Ben Reuben is right," Fraser said, with effort, "But it's not Benjamin, its Baruch. Baruch ben Reuben. I . . .I . . . thank you kindly."
 
The men all beamed. Weintraub reached into the side pocket of his long coat and produced a business card. He put it on the bedside dresser. "You're quite welcome, young man, quite welcome. You want to come to services with us sometime, give me a call." After more comments to Fraser and one another in Yiddish they finally left. The room felt much, much emptier.
 
It was still only slowly occurring to Ray, Francesca and Meg that somehow in all the fuss Fraser's life had just been saved. Thatcher, with her usual efficiency, was the first to recover her wits. "We'd better tell somone he's awake. Vecchio, go to the nursing station," she ordered.
 
"I don't work for you. I'm staying here with Fraser." Then he touched his partner's shoulder, the most he would permit himself to do to express his relief. "Welcome back, buddy."
 
Thatcher looked at Francesca. Francesca shook her head and moved protectively closer to her crush. She wasn't going either. "Oh, really" declared Thatcher, and went herself.
Fraser asked, weakly, "Ray, who were all those people?"
 
"That's not important right now, Fraser. Christ, I've been waiting a long time to use that line on you. What is important is - you made it. You're gonna be okay."
 
"What happened?"
 
Ray ran down the recent events.
 
"Then, you were all praying - for me?"
 
"You got it, Fraser. Except don't tell my mother, she'll want me back in church every week if she hears about it."
 
"Understood" Fraser managed to say, taking him literally.
 
Hospital staff started to arrive, nurses and doctors, who shooed Ray and the women out, assuring them they could come back and visit tomorrow.
 
Francesca was the only one with a car there. Ray had ridden in the ambulance, of course, and Thatcher, it seemed, had taken a taxi. So Francesca offered to drive the others home. As they drove, (the two women in the front, Ray in the back), Thatcher and Francesca were trying to outdo each other with how worried and frightened they had been.
Something was bothering Ray. When there was a pause in the conversation he spoke up. "Inspector, is Fraser Jewish?"
 
"It would seem so, I mean from what he said to those men."
 
"Didn't you know before? Like from his file. Or maybe his Mountie application form?"
 
"Absolutely not, Detective. We're not allowed to ask any job applicant anything like that in Canada. Especially not in the Federal government."
 
"Jewish," mused Francesca, "so now at least I know if he's cir . . ."
 
"Miss Vecchio!"
 
They say Jewish men make good husbands," Francesca continued, dreamily.
 
"Miss Vecchio that's a stereotype. What a horrible thing to say."
 
Francesca again missed the whole implication. "You think being married to Fraze would be horrible? Good... that's great." Then, after a pause, "You want a ride to the hospital tomorrow, Inspector?"
 
"That's an idea. Or I could let Turnbull take me in a consular car. He'd probably want to visit too." The women went on discussing transportation plans for the next day's visiting.
 
Alone in the back seat, Ray's mind went back to thoughts of himself as a boy, maybe six or seven years old. He remembered a day there had been a new kid in the schoolyard. Older boys were throwing stones and calling a certain name. Ray remembered picking up a stone to join in. Just to be like the older boys. Then just as he was about to throw, blood burst from the new kid's forehead, from a sharp stone someone had thrown. The kid ran home, bleeding and crying. At the time Ray hadn't known the meaning of the name the older boys were calling. He learned that much later.
 
Fraser was his own age. Thousands of miles due north at the same time...maybe Fraser had been a new kid. Ray was silent the rest of the way home.
 
End

#10892 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:22 pm
Subject: Re: FIC: A Miracle of Peace
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I'm glad you liked the new story and it will be O.K. to post it to your site.
Thank you for everything,
Kayzer

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Sent: Monday, December 12, 2011 7:18 PM
Subject: RE: [NewRideForever] FIC: A Miracle of Peace

 
This is new, right? I'm going to flatter moo-self and consider it a companion piece to Benny Says Kaddish if it is okay with you.
 
If so, I have a place on my site (the Moo-niverse) for such things and if you give your permission I'll put it there in the company of other accomplished authors.
 
Sweetheart, you sound like you know whereof you speak.  Offlist please send me your RL name and I'll say a mee-she-ber-ach for you.
 
The Moo
 
 
 



#10893 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:41 pm
Subject: A Holiday wish
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
Everyone was screaming and running around
Last minute gifts had to be gotten
Alas even the fruit baskets were rotten
Even in the Mnorahs glow
Bitterness had began to grow
So our Mountie went to the church where could be found
Bells to ring and calm everyone down
For this time of year should be spent
Not focused on presents or gifts that need to be sent
But on Peace on Earth and Good will toward all
Ben rang the bells, sending the message to call
Not only good wolves and duesers to pray
But the whole of the world so that God's love will stay
In each of our hearts not just for today
But for all eternity throughout the year
To keep happiness in our hearts and ringing in our ear
 
A little rhyme to say that I hope everyone has the Happiest of Holidays
and not to forget why we celebrate the same things in different ways.

#10894 From: Jean <jctryon@...>
Date: Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:05 pm
Subject: Re: A Holiday wish
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My thoughts exactly, Kayzer. Beautifully done.

Peace on earth, no matter your personal faith.
Jean

#10895 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:42 pm
Subject: Happy Birthday Joshua. annual- repost
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A birthday fic for Jesus (or, as he was likely known around home at the time, Joshua).  I keep posting it every year in case somebody hasn't seen it yet and cares to see it again.  The Moo isn't a Christian but the story is really too DS to pass up. Young man goes into same business as his father. Young man tends to make his point by talking in parables. Not everybody is able to see and hear father. You get the idea.

Dialogue stolen in many places from Say Amen.

Totally G rated.  And friendly to organized religion. It's that's a problem for you, by all means skip it The Moo's blessings.

**********

Joshua ben Joseph  was spending this quiet winter afternoon the way he spent most quiet winter afternoons, (except the Sabbaths, of course) at work in his step-father's carpentry shop. It was his birthday but Joshua's mother and step-father weren't planning anything special. His culture didn't celebrate birthdays. Chanukah had come and gone and the next really big festival wasn't until Purim. Anyway, Joshua, turning eighteen today, was too grown up for the childish antics of Purim.

 

As he was busy working away on repairing one of his neighbour's milking-stools, Joshua heard a familiar Voice.

 

"Hello, Son."

 

"Oh, hi Dad."

 

"Working hard? You look tired."

 

Joshua put down his tools with a sigh. "Not tired, Dad, not physically. It's just . . . "

 

"Well?"

 

Joshua never had trouble talking with his Father the odd time He started up a conversation but today something was troubling him and he wasn't sure Dad would take it well.

 

"Dad, You know You once told me I should go into my father's line of work. Well, Joseph's been really patient and he teaches me the best he can, but I just get the feeling I'm not cut out for carpentry. I mean, look at this stool – it's all a mess. I can't even hammer in a nail straight. I like to obey You but, I just don't think I'll ever be anywhere near a half-decent carpenter."

 

"There was amusement in his Father's Voice. "Did I tell you to be a carpenter? Think, Joshua. You're eighteen now, it's time to get to work. Your real work."

 

"Carpentry. Joseph's a carpenter."

 

"Joseph is your step-father. I meant My line of work."

 

This was a curious thought for young Joshua. He never really thought of his Father having "work" as such. But, whatever it was, it had to be better than carpentry. And, Joshua had been having the feeling that people in town, actually all over, weren't paying Dad and his precepts the kind of attention Joshua thought they should have. "What would I do?"

 

"Just tell 'em stories, Son. You know how to do that."

 

"Stories about sin?"

 

"Sin is good.  Well, no, sin isn't good. I didn't mean it that way. I mean sin is good to tell a story about. Except, Son, it's not the best thing to tell a story about. People like to hear stories about familiar things. Okay, sure, sin is familiar to them but . . ."

 

Joshua waited and didn't interrupt. Dad had a tendency to ramble. He had all the time in the universe at his disposal so it wasn't like Dad needed to take care to be succinct.

 

" . . . thing is, Son, I've got all the time in the universe so I tend to ramble. I don't talk much to people anymore, it tends to confuse them. I was thinking you could talk to them for me. Tell them what I want them to know in little stories. Not about sin all the time, necessarily. You don't have to scare them off. Tell them about familiar things, but with a moral, see?"

 

"Telling stories for a living?"

 

The young men of Nazareth didn't have a lot of spare time on their hands. Regular days were filled with work, prayer and Torah study. But on the Sabbath, when no work was permitted, Joshua and some friends liked to sit around and tell each other stories they had made up. In fact, Joshua spent some of the mindless carpentry hours thinking up stories to tell. But it wasn't something he'd thought of doing seriously.

 

"It may grow into something bigger eventually," his Father suggested, cryptically.

 

"OK, Dad. I'll give it a try."

 

************

Merry Christmas to all and to all TYK.




#10896 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:05 pm
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday Joshua. annual- repost
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This is very sweet, thank you.
kayzer

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Sent: Monday, December 26, 2011 1:42 PM
Subject: [NewRideForever] Happy Birthday Joshua. annual- repost

 
A birthday fic for Jesus (or, as he was likely known around home at the time, Joshua).  I keep posting it every year in case somebody hasn't seen it yet and cares to see it again.  The Moo isn't a Christian but the story is really too DS to pass up. Young man goes into same business as his father. Young man tends to make his point by talking in parables. Not everybody is able to see and hear father. You get the idea.

Dialogue stolen in many places from Say Amen.

Totally G rated.  And friendly to organized religion. It's that's a problem for you, by all means skip it The Moo's blessings.

**********

Joshua ben Joseph  was spending this quiet winter afternoon the way he spent most quiet winter afternoons, (except the Sabbaths, of course) at work in his step-father's carpentry shop. It was his birthday but Joshua's mother and step-father weren't planning anything special. His culture didn't celebrate birthdays. Chanukah had come and gone and the next really big festival wasn't until Purim. Anyway, Joshua, turning eighteen today, was too grown up for the childish antics of Purim.
 
As he was busy working away on repairing one of his neighbour's milking-stools, Joshua heard a familiar Voice.
 
"Hello, Son."
 
"Oh, hi Dad."
 
"Working hard? You look tired."
 
Joshua put down his tools with a sigh. "Not tired, Dad, not physically. It's just . . . "
 
"Well?"
 
Joshua never had trouble talking with his Father the odd time He started up a conversation but today something was troubling him and he wasn't sure Dad would take it well.
 
"Dad, You know You once told me I should go into my father's line of work. Well, Joseph's been really patient and he teaches me the best he can, but I just get the feeling I'm not cut out for carpentry. I mean, look at this stool – it's all a mess. I can't even hammer in a nail straight. I like to obey You but, I just don't think I'll ever be anywhere near a half-decent carpenter."
 
"There was amusement in his Father's Voice. "Did I tell you to be a carpenter? Think, Joshua. You're eighteen now, it's time to get to work. Your real work."
 
"Carpentry. Joseph's a carpenter."
 
"Joseph is your step-father. I meant My line of work."
 
This was a curious thought for young Joshua. He never really thought of his Father having "work" as such. But, whatever it was, it had to be better than carpentry. And, Joshua had been having the feeling that people in town, actually all over, weren't paying Dad and his precepts the kind of attention Joshua thought they should have. "What would I do?"
 
"Just tell 'em stories, Son. You know how to do that."
 
"Stories about sin?"
 
"Sin is good.  Well, no, sin isn't good. I didn't mean it that way. I mean sin is good to tell a story about. Except, Son, it's not the best thing to tell a story about. People like to hear stories about familiar things. Okay, sure, sin is familiar to them but . . ."
 
Joshua waited and didn't interrupt. Dad had a tendency to ramble. He had all the time in the universe at his disposal so it wasn't like Dad needed to take care to be succinct.
 
" . . . thing is, Son, I've got all the time in the universe so I tend to ramble. I don't talk much to people anymore, it tends to confuse them. I was thinking you could talk to them for me. Tell them what I want them to know in little stories. Not about sin all the time, necessarily. You don't have to scare them off. Tell them about familiar things, but with a moral, see?"
 
"Telling stories for a living?"
 
The young men of Nazareth didn't have a lot of spare time on their hands. Regular days were filled with work, prayer and Torah study. But on the Sabbath, when no work was permitted, Joshua and some friends liked to sit around and tell each other stories they had made up. In fact, Joshua spent some of the mindless carpentry hours thinking up stories to tell. But it wasn't something he'd thought of doing seriously.
 
"It may grow into something bigger eventually," his Father suggested, cryptically.
 
"OK, Dad. I'll give it a try."
 
************
Merry Christmas to all and to all TYK.





#10898 From: K Sturdevant <kayzer922000@...>
Date: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:57 pm
Subject: After the Holidays
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bluecollar2 sent a challenge and I was too busy to answer it, so here it is belatedly.
 
Disclaimer: No infringement intended, no money made, no harm done, TYK Alliance for allowing the use of your characters they will be returned in good condition.
 
Name:  After the Holidays
 
Rated:  PG17
 
 
Diefenbaker rested his head on his paws as he mumbled and whimpered softly, his bright eyes looking up at Fraser as he puttered around the kitchen.
 
"No," Fraser spoke firmly, "there is nothing more we can do."  He continued cleaning out his cabinets and rearranging everything.  "The holidays are over," glancing at his wolf who was still sulking under the table, he sighed heavily, "I've explained this to you every year for the past I don't know how long . . . ."
 
"Still arguing with the wolf?"  Ray V chortled as he came in and sat down at the table.
 
"He's sulking because the holidays are over."  Fraser turned and put his dishes away.
 
Ray V thought it over for a moment.  "I didn't see you all that much this holiday season," he glared toward Fraser curiously, "where were you?"
 
"We volunteered," Fraser sighed heavily, "at the . . . .local . . . "  nodding his head, he seemed to not to want to tell Ray where he had been.
 
"Benny!"  Ray V leaned forward and spoke firmly.  "Spit it out."
 
Ray K bounded in and sat a bag on the table.  "Hey Fraser," he glared toward Ray V, "what you doing here?"
 
"Visiting."  Ray V growled causing Dief to stand up between them and growl low in his throat.
 
"O.K."  Ray V held his hands up is a gesture of submission.  "O.K.  I'll back off."
 
Ray K was already across the room, leaning on the window ledge as he stared toward Diefenbaker.  "I don't like that," he mumbled under his breath, "that growl I don't like that."
 
"He would not growl at either of you, IF," Fraser glanced between the two men, "if you two would stop arguing and act in a more civilized manor."
 
"O.K."  Ray K leaned back and sniffed.  "What ever, just uh . . . call the wolf off."
 
"Diefenbaker."  Fraser faced his wolf with a stern expression.  "Sit."
 
Whimpering, Diefenbaker slumped back to the floor and resumed muttering as he complained of his inactivity.
 
"There is no use complaining about it," Fraser glanced toward his wolf before closing the cupboards, "it's over," folding his arms across his chest, he stared down at his companion, "the holidays won't be back until next year and there is no telling where we will be by then."
 
"Wait," Ray V held his hand out toward Fraser, "what do you mean you don't know where you'll be?"
 
"Yes what do you mean?"  Ray K glared toward Fraser.  "You'll be right here, maybe not in this apartment but here in Chicago with us."
 
"Perhaps not."  Fraser sighed and stroked his brow.  "After what happened this past season, I might not be on the force."
 
"What the hell?"  Ray V was on his feet and pulling Fraser away from the counter in a heart beat with Ray K right behind him.  "What happened?  What's going on?  Why didn't you tell me about it?"
 
"That's what I want to know."  Ray K pulled Fraser around to face him.  "I thought we were buds."
 
"I've known him longer than you have."  Ray V pulled Fraser around to face him.
 
While the two Rays argued over whom Fraser was going to face, Diefenbaker got air sick watching them jerk him back and forth.  Finally, he charged the trio both Rays were forced to back away from Fraser, holding their hands up in submission, they stumbled back on the bed as Dief cpmtomied barking wildly at them.
 
"It's alright," Fraser knelt down and gently stroked his wolfs muzzle to calm him, "they won't argue any more."  It was more of a command than a question, as he glared toward both Rays they knew not to challange his decision or be put out and he could do it non too gently.
 
As Diefenbaker calmed down, he snorted and lowered himself to the floor.  Keeping his eyes glaring toward the two Rays, in case of any movement, he sighed and snorted as he rested his head on his paws.
 
"So where were you Benny?"  Ray V asked causiously as he stared into Dief's eyes.
 
"This last season I volunteered for the Salvation Army," Fraser stood up and started back toward the kitchen area, "and don't stare into his eyes, he will think you are challanging him."
 
Gulping hard, Ray V glanced around and blinked several times before glancing toward the wolf.
 
"That don't mean you got to go."  Ray K mumbled under his breath.
 
"It's rather complicated."  Fraser sighed heavily and started washing his already clean dishes.
 
"So tell us."  Ray V spoke in a soft tone as he stared toward Fraser.
 
"Come on," Ray K pleaded, "we are your best friends."
 
Sighing heavily, Fraser nodded and stroked his brow.  "You many not believe me, no one believes me."
 
"I'll belive you."  Ray V said in a matter of fact tone.
 
Tossing the rag down on his counter, Fraser leaned back and thought for a moment.
 
"It was near the end of the season, Dief and I had been ringing a bell and gathering gifts for the poor and needy all season long."  Fraser's tone was matter of fact and the men could see him going door to door or standing near a door opening it for passers by and ringing a bell in his red surge.
 
"We had gone to wrap some gifts with the ladies group," Fraser hung his head and sighed heavily, "many of the young women and teen aged girls were there.  One seemed to be trying to avoid everyone, she seemed to be . . . . "  He did not finish his sentence, instead he poured hismelf a cup of tea and sat at the table, thinking for a long moment.
 
"She was in trouble and you could tell."  Ray K spoke up softly as not to anoy the wolf still glaring at him.
 
"Yes," Fraser hung his  head, "I was too late.  We went to the back room to talk, there was a table and chairs and some snacks set out for volunteers.  She was reluctant at first and finally told me her father was beating her so she left and her boyfriend was worse and had no place to go.  The shelters were full and there was no relative she could go to . . . not without alerting her father."
 
"You invited her to stay here?"  Ray V's eyes grew large as saucers, his jaw dropped open as a sense of shock filled him.
 
"I was going to take her to the Vecchio home," Fraser glanced toward them, "I know Ma Vecchio would never turn someone in trouble away and you could find her mother, she's in Florida and the girl dose not know where."
 
"That's not so bad."  Ray K sniffed.  "I mean she's wanting to get away, on the streets and all."
 
"That was not the worst of it."  Fraser sipped his tea.  "She said she would let me walk her to the Vecchio home if I could get Ms Vecchio to agree to let her stay and find chores for her to pay her way.  I called from the phone in the office after my work shift and overheard the women tearing the gifts open."
 
"You mean rewraping them?"  Ray V spoke in a firm tone, now ignoring the glare from Diefenbaker.
 
"No I mean they were opening the gifts and handing them out to one another instead of the people they were intended for."  Fraser's eyes flashed with rage.  "I went to the man in charge of the Christmas project and told him what was going on, the ladies were out of line and those gifts needed to be sent to the people they were intended for."
 
"So the bark club got caught."  Ray K snorted.  "Still not so bad."
 
"When I was leaving I was handed a paycheck and told they would not need my assistance any further.  I was fired and realized they would not do the right thing, the poeple the gifts were for would get nothing and there was nothing I could do about it so I told the lady to keep it for the poor."  Fraser's face seemed to twist in pain as he spoke.  "She asked me to sign it, I did and she went into the office and had them cash it for her," leaning on the table, he practically growled, "she kept the money for herself."
 
"Seems like you found a bushel of bad apples."  Ray V stated sarcastically.
 
"No doubt," Fraser stood tall and sipped his tea, "I told the young lady I would meet her in an hour, I had to get Dief from his place in front of the pastry shop.  When we got back, she was not there.  I was told she had gone out the back door when her father arrived to take her home and had just missed her."
 
"Her dad picked her up?"  Ray K grumbled.  "I can imagine what he said."
 
"I found her in the alley," Fraser spoke firmly, "she had been badly beaten and raped."
 
"They can't think you had anything to do with it."  Ray V snapped causing Dief to get to his feet and growl deep in his throat.
 
Fraser blurted in one breath,"Not only was I charactorized as a 'trouble maker' but they insist that I followed her out into the alley when her shift was over and that her father had not shown up to get her." 
 
"Why should they go out of their way to protect this guy?"  Ray K gestured with his hands as he spoke in a rampaging curiousity.  "This guy beats his daughter, only God knows what else, and they protect him, what possible reason could any sane person have for . . ."
 
Fraser cut him off sharply, "he's a cop."
 
Both Rays sat staring at Fraser, their mouths open in complete and utter shock.
 
"It seems that the rise in police violence is no joke," Fraser's tone was one of bitterness and anger, "she's tried to report him but his buddies on the force always tear up the reports.  Her medical records have been sealed and she has been listed as a troubled youth, a rebealous, uh, insensative, uh, ungrateful, uh . . . . " leaning over, he let out a groan of frustration.
 
"We get the picture."  Ray V leaned back on the bed and sighed heavily.  "But didn't she speak up?"  Leaning forward, he seemed to be praying.  "How can she set you up like this when you tried to help her?"
 
"She's in a coma Ray."  Fraser shook his head.  "They don't know if she will ever come out of it and her father wants them to turn the life support off now."
 
"Dose she need life support that bad?"  Ray K asked as he watched Fraser's reaction.
 
"Yes she dose."  Fraser leaned on his counter.  "She was badly beaten and there were practically no bruises, except where she had been raped."
 
"Maybe it was not one guy," Ray K spoke up, "maybe it was two.  Her dad could have beat her up and her boyfriend could have raped her, that would explain why there are few bruises."
 
"How can we prove it?"  Fraser asked sternly and sipped his tea.
 
"All we can do now is pray."  Ray V stated softly and bowed his head in silent prayer.
 
All four of them kept their heads bowed and their hands folded in prayer all night long, not one stopped nore looked up for any reason as they each said silent prayers for the life of the girl and the truth of their friends innocence to be known.
 
Hours had pased and no one was aware of it.  When Mrs Lopez knocked on the door it was like a bomb going off and the two Rays jumped in a panic.
 
Fraser gave the two Rays a stern glared as he opened the door.  "Mrs Lopez, what may I do for you?"
 
"Nothing, the hospital called me," glancing around, Mrs Lopez could see the fear and concerns on everyones faces, "the girl you took in is out of danger, it's a miracle, she's wanting to talk to you before they discharge her to her father's care."
 
Moving swiftly, the Rays and Fraser grabbed their coats while Diefenbaker raced down the stairs ahead of them.  "Thank you Mis Lopez."  Fraser called as he hurried down the hall and out into the street.
 
"You are welcome."  Mrs Lopez smiled and closed the door as she returned to her apartment.
 
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Everyone jumped into the Riv and Ray V roared out into traffic, sirens blairing, tires skidding, nearly missing other vehicles, and no one noticing a thing because they were focused on getting to the girl in time.
 
Diefenbaker was out the window and into the hospital before the Riv could stop completely.  He charged into the building, down the hall and into the girls room where her father was choking her.  Snapping wildly, the angry wolf nipped the uniformed officers ankles, causing him to cry out in pain as he stumbled back from his daughter.
 
Once her hands were free, she grabbed the signaling device and started pressing the button as Dief manuvered into position between her and her father.
 
"I need help in here."  She screamed, the wild look in her father's eyes told her she would not survive another attack.
 
Diefenbaker continued snarling and snapping at the man, keeping him back from the girl, dodging kicks and barking as he charged forward then back to keep this man away caused the wolf's adrenaline to rise and his eyes glowed red with ire.
 
Fraser and the two Rays charged into the room, they pounced on him and pulled him out into the hall.  Orderlies were soon swarming all over them, keeping all four men out of the room while one tried to get around the wolf.
 
Diefenabker was standing his ground, he would not let anyone into the room.  His fangs glistened with saliva as he growled menacingly at all who dared to aproach her room.
 
"This guys a child beater."  Ray V stated firmly.
 
"I'm a cop," he snarled as the orderlies got everyone to their feet, "and that is my daughter."
 
"And she has been beaten by you several times before," Fraser spoke in a matter of fact tone, "x-rays will show past damage."
 
"You can't hold me accountable for that," the man snarled viciously and stumbled back as Dief charged towad him then backed into the door way, "I'm a cop."
 
"Not by the time we get thru with you."  Ray K snapped and twisted the mans arm behind him before escourting him down the hall to wait for other officers to arrive.
 
"Dief," Fraser spoke firmly, "she's O.K."
 
Snorting, Diefenbaker kept snarling for a moment longer, then he glanced back at the girl and relaxed.  Sitting down, he shook hard and yawned.
 
"He's not going to leave."  Fraser stated in a matter of fact tone.
 
"It's O.K."  The girl called from inside the room.  "I don't mind."
 
"You will have to tell what happened."  Fraser spoke in his gentlest tone.
 
She thought it over for a long moment.  "Have a lady come and I'll try."
 
Nodding to an orderly, Fraser pulled a chair up and sat next to her door.  A female councelour arrived and as she started to walk in, Diefenabker tucked his nose up her skirt causing her to jump back startled.
 
"We don't allow dogs in the hospital."  She spoke firmly.
 
"He's not a dog," Fraser stated calmly as the woman glared toward him, "he's a wolf and he is going to stay and protect her.  We belive the man who beat her is an officer of the law."
 
"I've seen too many of those."  She checked her chart.  "Her father."  Nodding, she did not seem surprised and went in.
 
Fraser could hear them speaking and tried not to listen but he could not help himself, it was his life on the line as well and when he heard the girl say that she was 'glad the Mountie was listening in the hall' he felt he had been invited to listen in and gave himself a small smile.
 
His smile faded as he listened to the girl telling of how she saw her father aproaching and ran into the alley to get away from him, only to run into his partent who tried to convince her to go hom for the holidays.  She was delayed in leaving just long enough for her father to come back into the alley and back her into a corner befoer his partner left them alone.  He had an urge to beat someone and she was in his path, he knocked her around for several minutes before landing a blow that rendered her unconscious.  It was a long time before she came too and he had taken her jacket, he claimed he had bought it for her but she had gotten it with her own money from a part time job she had a pizzeria.  By then her boyfriend had arrived and was drunk, he swore at her, called her dirty names, she wanted to run but she could not get up, she had internal bleeding and was too weak to move.  In his drunken stae, her boyfriend snarled and snapped viciously before raping her in the alley, calling it her Christmas present before he left her half dressed to die in the snow.
 
Having heard everything, Fraser went and filled out a report, asking one of the orderlies to give it to the girl for her to sign, he waited outside her room.
 
The orderly had no trouble getting her to sign the reprot, she was releived she did not have to write it herslef.
 
Fraser took the report and smiled, she had sent a note asking for the wolf to stay with her until she felt safe.
 
"Go on," Fraser gestured for Dief to go into the room, "she needs you."
 
Barking once, Dief ran in and sat on the foot of her bed, his tail wagging hard enough to shake the entire bed.
 
**************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
 
It took hours to book the corrupt cop and find her boyfirend passed out in his car.  The reports were filed, the DA was reluctant to prosecute a cop but still was willing to try, the girls mother was located and on her way, Fraser was cleared so the two Rays took him home to get some rest.  They all knew Dief would stay at the hospital until the girls mother came for her and the hospital staff knew to just leave him alone and let him see what they were doing so avoid any trouble -- Diefenbaker was listed as her RCMP guard so there was nothing the hospital staff could do to get rid of him.
 
Fraser was tired, it had been a long three weeks and he was ready to sleep for a month.
 
Both Rays followed him into the apartment.
 
"Don't feel too bad Benny."  Ray V smiled as he placed his hand on Fraser's shoulder.  "You still have Valentines day to look forward to."  Grinning, he rested his head on Fraser's shoulder.
 
"And all those 'sweet heart' gifts all the ladies will be wanting you to 'hand deliver'."  Ray K chortled.  "Not to mention what the guys want."
 
"That's enough."  Fraser snapped as he started making his dinner.  "I am not just a sex toy."
 
"I know that Benny."  Ray V kissed his neck.
 
"Too bad not many others do."  Ray K slapped Fraser on his butt and grinned as he and Ray V left.
 
"Unbelievable."  Fraser shook his head and continued making his dinner.

#10899 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:15 am
Subject: After the Holidays
themoo37
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This is lovely, Kayz.  oh, the mental image I have of Dief racing through the hospital snapping at all and sundry.

(Parenthetically, Jewish Benny would not fold his hands to pray, of course.)

The Moo

#10900 From: Jean <jctryon@...>
Date: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:33 pm
Subject: Re: After the Holidays
jtryon2001
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Kayzer- a very good read. TYK

Jean

#10901 From: the_moo moo <the_moo@...>
Date: Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:08 am
Subject: Semi OT: Spock & a Riv
themoo37
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Somebody at Mister Moo's office has a picture of Spock leaning casually against a Buick Riviera.
 
Whoa, DS and ST together!!!!
 
It's a 63 Riv, but, hey, it's still a great find.
 
Anyobdy who wants a bmp can contact moo off-list. Or just google "Spock Leaning on a Riviera".
 
The Moo

#10902 From: Satal de Rihannsu <satal_de_rihannsu@...>
Date: Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:38 pm
Subject: RE: Semi OT: Spock & a Riv
satal_of_rih...
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As the de-motivator says, I can never be this cool.  It's nice to know the ceiling of mega-cool.

~Satal~





To: redsuitsyou@yahoogroups.com; twoaxes@yahoogroups.com; newrideforever@yahoogroups.com
From: the_moo@...
Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 02:08:47 +0000
Subject: [NewRideForever] Semi OT: Spock & a Riv

 

Somebody at Mister Moo's office has a picture of Spock leaning casually against a Buick Riviera.
 
Whoa, DS and ST together!!!!
 
It's a 63 Riv, but, hey, it's still a great find.
 
Anyobdy who wants a bmp can contact moo off-list. Or just google "Spock Leaning on a Riviera".
 
The Moo


#10903 From: Jean <jctryon@...>
Date: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:32 pm
Subject: Re: Semi OT: Spock & a Riv
jtryon2001
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Wrong license plate...

Jean

#10904 From: Satal de Rihannsu <satal_de_rihannsu@...>
Date: Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:06 pm
Subject: RE: Re: Semi OT: Spock & a Riv
satal_of_rih...
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There.  I'll truck no argument.  You must have seen the wrong picture.  ::smirk::

~Satal~





To: NewRideForever@yahoogroups.com
From: jctryon@...
Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 13:32:05 -0800
Subject: [NewRideForever] Re: Semi OT: Spock & a Riv

 
Wrong license plate...

Jean


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#10905 From: Christi & Richard Koenig <ckmalmberg@...>
Date: Sat Mar 3, 2012 6:59 am
Subject: Hawco shares his St. John’s | The Chronicle Herald
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Found a Due South mention in this article about Republic of Doyle; I also saw
Gordon Pinsent mentioned lately, I'll have to find the Google-search email I got
about it.  Something to do with poetry albums and one of the members of Blue
Rodeo.

http://thechronicleherald.ca/artslife/69129-hawco-shares-his-st-john-s

#10906 From: Jean <jctryon@...>
Date: Sun Mar 4, 2012 12:01 am
Subject: To Christi
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Christi--
You are so diligent!! Thank you for keeping everyone in the loop.

I have a question: how can I get access to our archive? I'm in the
process of downloading all non-slash DS stories from squidge. So many
of them have disappeared, as authors take them off the archive. I
fear there will be more to vanish quickly. So they will go into a DVD.

Next up will be An Archive of Our Own.

Then RSY at Tauris.

Anyone? Are there more archives I'm missing??

TYK, Jean

#10908 From: Jean <jctryon@...>
Date: Thu Apr 5, 2012 2:52 am
Subject: Passover
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To those of the Hebrew persuasion, I send my regards to you for
Passover Week.

Jean

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