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Gone to the Dogs by Vienna Waits (PG)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: None
Length: Medium
Author on LJ:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vienna_waits
Author Website: LJ
Why this must be read:
The boys get assigned to go undercover at a dog show in order to suss out possible saboteurs. Told from both RayK and Dief's POVs, this is a very original casefic.vienna_waits has given us a story that reads like one of the kookiest dS episodes. Hilarious (all of Dief's scenes) and totally enjoyable, this is a great example of quality genfic.
Fraser and Ray exchanged a look, and Ray shrugged. "Very well, Ms. Messner," Fraser said. "Mr. Price, you are free to go. Dief, would you mind coming with us?"
Dief whined and looked at the pizza, then at Althea.
Fraser opened the door and gestured firmly into the hallway. "Dief, come."
Diefenbaker complied, once again lowering his tail and plodding, head down, as though marching to his own execution. He sighed heavily as he moved into the hallway, clearly suffering unspeakable misery.
"The dog has a real gift for drama," Ray observed as they strode down the hall and into the bullpen.
"Yes, I suppose so. Unfortunately, he suffered a debilitating bout of stage fright during his first--and last--performance as The Big Bad Wolf in the Paulatuk Primary School Spring Pageant. He couldn't remember a shred of his blocking--it was a terrible shame."
"Oh, yeah," Ray commiserated, shaking his head, "I can imagine. Those poor primary schoolers." He peeked into Welsh's doorway. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Ah, Detective Vecchio," Welsh greeted them, ensconced behind his desk, "so nice to see you and Constable Fraser. Come in, why don't you, and shut the door behind you." That was never a good sign. Ray could tell that Welsh's mood hadn't improved much since morning. He did as he was told and waited for the tongue-lashing to begin.
"Now, Detective," Welsh began, looking over his glasses, "would you care to venture a guess as to how many arrests were made at the Convention Center this morning?"
"Is this like guessing how many jellybeans are in the big jar in the window? Do I win a prize if I hit it on the head?"
Gone to the Dogs (Link goes to the due South Seekrit Santa site--where the story was posted)
Pairing: None
Length: Medium
Author on LJ:
vienna_waits Author Website: LJ
Why this must be read:
The boys get assigned to go undercover at a dog show in order to suss out possible saboteurs. Told from both RayK and Dief's POVs, this is a very original casefic.
vienna_waits has given us a story that reads like one of the kookiest dS episodes. Hilarious (all of Dief's scenes) and totally enjoyable, this is a great example of quality genfic. Fraser and Ray exchanged a look, and Ray shrugged. "Very well, Ms. Messner," Fraser said. "Mr. Price, you are free to go. Dief, would you mind coming with us?"
Dief whined and looked at the pizza, then at Althea.
Fraser opened the door and gestured firmly into the hallway. "Dief, come."
Diefenbaker complied, once again lowering his tail and plodding, head down, as though marching to his own execution. He sighed heavily as he moved into the hallway, clearly suffering unspeakable misery.
"The dog has a real gift for drama," Ray observed as they strode down the hall and into the bullpen.
"Yes, I suppose so. Unfortunately, he suffered a debilitating bout of stage fright during his first--and last--performance as The Big Bad Wolf in the Paulatuk Primary School Spring Pageant. He couldn't remember a shred of his blocking--it was a terrible shame."
"Oh, yeah," Ray commiserated, shaking his head, "I can imagine. Those poor primary schoolers." He peeked into Welsh's doorway. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Ah, Detective Vecchio," Welsh greeted them, ensconced behind his desk, "so nice to see you and Constable Fraser. Come in, why don't you, and shut the door behind you." That was never a good sign. Ray could tell that Welsh's mood hadn't improved much since morning. He did as he was told and waited for the tongue-lashing to begin.
"Now, Detective," Welsh began, looking over his glasses, "would you care to venture a guess as to how many arrests were made at the Convention Center this morning?"
"Is this like guessing how many jellybeans are in the big jar in the window? Do I win a prize if I hit it on the head?"
Gone to the Dogs (Link goes to the due South Seekrit Santa site--where the story was posted)
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