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Ray's mood was kinda caught up between two things: 1) the bad guy got away yesterday, which sucked; 2) Pepper came over last night to check on him, which was definitely a Good Sign and did not suck.

So he was stuck in the middle. Not really in a pranking mood, but he wasn't moping, either.

Just drinking coffee and ticking off his damn paperwork. And statements from the whole Stark crew. Well, at least it was something.

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Fraser hadn't planned on making a stop at the station but after listening to the radio and hearing about the altercation, he felt compelled to see how Ray was.

Shush, it was a Fraser thing.

He pushed open the door and found his way to Ray's desk. "You were busy yesterday."

"Perp got away," Ray muttered, maybe a little on the sour side. "I hate conjobs, Fraser."

"I know you do, Ray," he said and took a seat. "Is there anything I can do? If he flees to Canada, I have many contacts there."

The chance that he'd flee to Canada was slim to none. Fraser couldn't help offering, though.

"He's not fleeing to Canada, Fraser, he's..." Ray said, keeping up that muttering streak as he rubbed his forehead. And sighed. "We don't even have his real name. Just a bunch of statements. And the Stark crew isn't known for, um. Talking. Much."

"Canada isn't that bad a place to flee," Fraser felt he had to say before quieting down. "Perhaps this time will be different? With them talking? I mean, I would be more than willing to talk to the police in the aftermath of an extortion attempt."

Poor Fraser. So optimistic about people.

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"Sure, they're talking," he said, sitting back and rubbing his face with his hands. "They're just not talking about anything that, uh, helps. And a friend of Day's got all mixed up in it, so I am not looking forward to her mojo this morning."

"Oh. Well, that's unfortunate," Fraser said, frowning. "You know, in Inuit culture, they were known to take one day to have the sort of emotional release that comes from the aftereffects of that sort of situation and just do whatever they must do to cope. Once that one day had passed, they started trying to move on. That doesn't mean the hurt was being pushed aside or buried but they figured that the best way to heal was to become proactive and live your life instead of dwelling on it for long periods of time."

Ray eyed him. "Fraser," he said, heaving it as a big, uh, form of address, thing, whatever, "Day ain't Inuit. I am not Inuit. You are not Inuit." Listen, it was a lost battle to start with, but he was going to have it anyway. "Freak," he added.

So maybe this did feel a little like being back in Chicago and freakishly overworked and burning. Whatever, he wasn't Inuit.

"The Inuit people are a very old people, Ray," Fraser pointed out, half smiling. "You could be an ancestor of the Inuit and not even know it. So could your partner. Unless you've done an extensive study of your genealogy, you can't stay you're not an Inuit for sure."

"Not the point," he pointed out. "Even if we catch this guy, which it doesn't look like it's happening, I gotta deal with..." Ray waved a hand at Day's desk, "Operation Possible Meltdown around here. Don't think she has any Inuit stories to cope in the face of, uh, bad guys." Because focusing on Daisy was good.

"I could leave some for her," Fraser offered helpfully. "But, really, Ray, you underestimate yourself far too much. You're a rather comforting presence to have around and if she needs her partner, you'll be there. That's important."

"No Inuit stories," Ray said firmly. Very firmly. "I dunno, she starts going, we'll see."

"Very well," he said and held up a hand. "No Inuit stories but you'd be impressed with the quality of healing they can sometimes provide. They're knowledgeable while being topical. Perhaps the only thing you'll have to do is keep her busy. Take her mind off what happened."

"Maybe get her some pizza," Ray said, bobbing his head along.

What? That's what he and Fraser used to do. Of course, he didn't have a guy to twock over lack of pineapple anymore, but eh.

"Exactly," Fraser said with a nod. "You could always see if she'd like to box a round or two with you."

He didn't expect Ray to go for that one but it was too good to resist teasing him a little.

"I'm not boxing her," Ray said, right off the bat. "I do not want to be called into Coop's office for putting bruises on my tiny partner." Because you would totally beat her up, Ray.

"Now, now, Ray, you know size does not matter in some cases," he said and held back a laugh. "But, you are a gentleman so I expected that answer. You could tell her one of your many hilarious jokes?"

"You know, Fraser," Ray said, contemplatively, "That just really made me think about the quality of my jokes."

"I enjoy your jokes," Fraser said quickly. "They make me laugh. And they were always good for lightening a tense mood."

See, now that was kind of adorable.

Shush.

"Happy to be lightening moods," Ray said, which might've gone a little heavy on the deadpan for, uh, reasons. "We'll see if Day's, uh, mood needs lightening."

"I don't know your partner save for reputation and radio reports but, even if she seems fine, a joke or two won't hurt anything," Fraser assured him. "The situation sounds complicated but it's never much fun to have a friend caught up in the middle of police business and not have the friend be on the side of the police."

"Fraser," he started again, "I don't think there is anything you've done that's as freaky as you giving me the treatment on jokes."

"You have obviously not been on this island long enough to see the truly unusual things," Fraser said, nodding. "Though, you have taken most of what's happened in stride thus far."

"Yeah, yeah, dinosaurs, people turning into other people, um, boobs, I can take," Ray said, making a gesture with his hand. Fraser had at least thoroughly distracted him from his own ennui. "Mountie posterboy lecturing me on jokes, that's pushing it."

"Really, you can deal with suddenly having breasts?" Fraser asked, eyes widening. "Even for me, that was surprising."

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