If You Can't Be With The One You Love Pt 3


by Blarney Stone



Exactly 13 minutes after he hung up the phone, Ray stood in front of Turnbull's apartment, ringing the doorbell. "Gonna get laid, gonna get laid," he sung happily. No answer to the doorbell, so he rang again.   Shifting is weight from one foot to the other and just generally fidgeting with sexual energy, Ray wondered what the hell was taking Turnbull so long.

"Hey, Turnbull open up it's me! I really want to eat those gingerbread men now!" he called. Still no response. Maybe he's playing hard to get, Ray thought. Maybe he wants me to kick the door in and rip his clothes off, which is what I'm going to do in a minute, anyway.

Ray pounded on the door and it cracked open by itself. Instinctively, he went for his gun. "Turnbull? You in there?" His eyes were drawn to the wecome mat. A cigarette, still burning lay on it.

"Fuck!" He said, running for the stairs. No one had been in the elevator when he had come up, so they must be taking the stairs, but which way up or down? He burst into the stairwell and he noticed something lying on the steps leading up. Cookie crumbs. Gingerbread cookie crumbs.

"Good boy, Turnbull. I knew you weren't as stupid as you seemed. " Ray dashed up the stairs. At the landing for the next floor, there were more crumbs leading up. Ray continued on, guided by the trail of cookie crumbs, and soon it became apparent that Turnbull and his captor were headed for the roof.

Opening the door slowly, Ray cautiously peeked out onto the roof. His heart nearly stopped beating as he saw Winston MacGregor holding Turnbull at gunpoint.

"There's no need for violence, Mr. MacGregor. We can work this out, " Turnbull was saying.

"Shut up! You're going to die just like the others! You all deserve to die!" MacGregor ranted, a crazed look in his eyes.

"Chicago PD, drop the gun!" Ray ordered, airming his own gun at MacGregor.

MacGregor whipped around, grabbing Turnbull and using him as a shield aganst Ray. "Stay back. I don't want to hurt you. Only him."

"Let him go, psycho, or I'll put a bullet in your head."

"No, no, no. He's got to die. You don't understand. I'm sorry for you, though. I saw the two of you in the car. I'm sorry, but I have to kill him." MacGregor's gun hand was shaking.

"Hey, take it easy, pal. That wasn't his fault. He didn't even want to do it. I'm the one you should be pissed with. Let him go," Ray said as soothingly as possible.

"Ray," Turnbull began.

"Shut up, Turnbull, " Ray warned.

MacGregor shook his head violently. "No, you don't understand. I don't care about what you did.   That doesn't matter. I have to kill him; I have to."

"Look, MacGregor, you kill him and I will kill you," Ray hissed.

"Move away from the door," MacGregor ordered,   circling around Ray. "Move now, or I'll shoot him. "

Ray moved, but said, "You're not taking him with you."

As MacGregor reached for the door, Turnbull elbowed him in the stomach and he released Turnbull and fell backwards. Thuds came from the stairwell as MacGregor rolled down to the next floor.

"You okay?" Ray asked.

"Yes, yes, let's get after him!" Turnbull answered, already heading down the stairs.

"Wait, you don't have a gun!" Ray said following him.

There was no sign of MacGregor on the next floor or on any of the others. Thoroughly frustrated, Ray yanked out his cell phone and called it in. Then he turned to Turnbull and asked, "What happened?"

"He knocked on my door. I thought it was you, and didn't look through the peephole. He had a gun and started raving about how I had to die. He made me go with him to the roof. I knew you would be coming soon, so I left a trail for you to follow. I knew you would be clever enough to figure it out and rescue me," Turnbull's eyes shined with admiration.

Ray did the unthinkable, he blushed. "The credit goes to you Turnbull. It was a great idea."

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

Several hours later, after Turnbull had made a full report at the station, Ray sat nervously on the couch in his apartment, waiting for Turnbull to get out of the shower. It had been agreed that he couldn't stay at his own apartment, with MacGregor on the loose, so naturally, Ray had volunteered his place. And now, there was a naked Mountie in his shower, and he was feeling like a teenager again. This was silly, Ray told himself. A couple of hours ago, he had been ready to jump Turnbull and spread marmalade all over his body. Why the hell was he nervous now?

Turnbull came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a towel, that barely covered his hips. "Sorry, but I forgot to bring any clothes, and I don't think any of yours will fit me."

Ray's eyes travelled the length of the well-muscled mountie's body and thought to himself, where's the marmalade when you need it? "That's okay, Turnbull. It's really. . okay. I'd offer you something to eat, but I have no food. We could order a pizza."

"Oh, I couldn't eat anything after all that's happened," Turnbull said, and winced, "My back is acting up again; it always happens when I get stressed."

Ray perked up. "You have a backache? Oh well then, you're going to need a massage. come with me." He led Turnbull into the bedrom and shoved the magazines and dirty clothes off his bed. "Pardon the mess. The cleaning woman didn't come in today."

"You have a cleaning woman?" Turnbull asked doubtfully, surveying the room.

"Uh, no. Lay down on the bed, on your stomach," he ordered.

Turnbull complied. Ray stood still a moment, admiring the view, then straddled Turnbull; sitting on his hips. Turnbull gasped sharply, in surprise. Ray began to slowly knead the muscles along his back.

"You are tense, Turnbull. Just relax and leave the driving to me," Ray said mischieviously.

Turnbull sighed and closed his eyes. "I think under the circumstances that you should call me Renfield."

Ray made a face. "Renfield is so. . so formal. Don't you have a nickname?"

"No, everyone's always called me Renfield."

Ray thought about this, and remembered the first time that he had met Vecchio and what he had called Fraser. Benny; it had irritated the hell out of him at the time. "Rennie, I'll call you Rennie."

Rennie smiled, "I like that."

Ray continued working Rennie's back, and then said, "Turn over."

"Turn over?"

"Yeah, I'm done with you back. I need to do your front now," Ray explained, climbing off.

"Oh," Rennie said sheepishly and complied.

Ray straddled him again. This time, he felt Rennie's erection nudging him through his jeans. Smiling, Ray ran his hads along the washboard abs of the mountie. "Are all mounties this buff?"

"Well, we do have a strict fitness requirement," Rennie answered, his hands carefully moving up Ray's legs, until they reached his hips. "Um, Ray?"

"Yes, Rennie?"

"Would you mind taking off some of your clothes?"

"Can do!" Ray yanked off his shirt and flung it on the floor. "How's that?"

"It's a start," Rennie said, pulling the cop down for a kiss. As Ray's tongue probed his mouth, Rennie caressed his arms and back. He inwardly winced at the bones that he felt through the thin layer of skin. Ray had been sorely neglected by the people who were supposed to care about him, he decided. He clearly needed someone to look after him, and provide him with homecooked meals.

Ray released his mouth, and licked his chin. He proceded to lick his entire face and then started on his neck.

"Ray," he gasped.

"What, I'm busy."

"Take your pants off, NOW!'

Ray sat up, amused. "Oh looks who's giving the orders now?" But he obeyed, sending his shoes and the rest of his clothes, flying into the air. "Happy?

" "Oh yes," Rennie drew him back. "Ray?"

"You're going to talk the whole time we're having sex, aren't you?"

"Make love to me."

"Your wish is my command, Rennie." Ray turned the mountie over on his stomach and rained kisses on his back. He moved downward and kissed his shapely ass. "Oh Ray!"

Ray slid his fingers between the cheeks and was pleased by Rennie's moan of approval. His fingers found the opening they sought. Tight, so very tight. He slid one in, and then another.

"Yes, oh, that's good Ray!"

He stroked gently, as Rennie thrust against his hand. Leaning foreward and kissing the small of Rennie's back, Ray pulled away and opened the drawer of his nightstand.

"Don't stop, " Rennie pleaded.

"Didn't they teach you patience in mountie school?" Ray chided, digging through the twinkie wrappers until he found the unopened tube of lubricant. He unscrewed the top and tossed it away. He smeared the stickly substance on himself, thoroughly covering his shaft; then he went to work on Turnbull.

"I can't take anymore!" Rennie cried.

"You're in big trouble then, 'cause I've just started," Ray warned, kneeling between Rennie's legs. Lifting the mountie's ass, he slowly pushed his way inside. Rennie groaned, for once having nothing to say.

"You're so tight, Rennie!" Ray gasped, rocking his hips. He reached around to his parnter's swollen shaft and pumped it in time to his own thrusts.

"MMMMmmm," Rennie moaned.

Even though all Ray wanted was to explode into this warm paradise, he kept changing his rhythm, never letting Rennie reach his peak.

"RAY!!" he cried , beyond desperation.

"Do you want me, only me? Nobody else?" Ray demanded, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I want you Ray, nobody else, I've never wanted anybody else."

Ray thrust hard and deep; the bed creaked in protest. Rennie shuddered, and his warm fluid coverd Ray's hand. One more thrust and Ray screamed, "Rennie!!" Then collapsed on top of him.

The two lay still for a time. Rennie felt water dripping on his back. "Are you crying, Ray?"

"No," Ray answered, getting up and sitting on the side of the bed. Rennie moved to him and took the tear-stained face in his hands. "What's wrong?"

" I don't know if I can do this again. I don't know if I can fall in love with you. Every time I love someone they leave. I don't know if I can go through that again."

Rennie embraced his lover and said, "I'm not going to leave you Ray. I promise."

"You say that now, but sooner or later, you'll get tired of me and move on. Like Stella and Fraser." He buried his head in the mountie's shoulder.

"No. That's not going to happen." He rocked Ray gently. "This time it's different. I need you as much as you need me. You have to believe that just one more time"

Ray said nothing. He held onto Rennie and cursed himself for being a fool. They were together now, and that was all that mattered. It would probably take Rennie months to get bored with him. He would enjoy the time they had and not think about the inevitable.

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

I'm cool. That's right; look at me. I know you want me. Check out my shades. Admit it, I'm making you hot. Ray Kowalski sauntered into the squadroom as if he owned the place. He strutted over to his desk, plopped down, then surveyed his territory. Everyone was pretending to ignore him, but he knew that they knew.

"Looks like somebody got lucky last night," a familiar voice said with amusement.

"Elaine!" Ray jumped up and pulled the petite woman in for a bearhug. "It's so good to see you again!"

Elaine managed to shove him off politely, straightened her uniform and said, "It's nice to know I was missed, Vecc- I, mean Kowalski. So, what have you been up to lately?"

"You name it; I've been up to it," Ray was grinning like an idiot and didn't know why. "I've been expanding my horizons, trying new things, getting in touch with my inner child."

Elaine eyed the bouncing detective curiously. She had never got the chance to know him very well before she graduated and was assigned to another precinct, but she was sure that this was not his normal behaviour.

Turnbull entered the squadroom, and made a beeline for Ray's desk. "Hello Ray."

"Hi Rennie." The big, stupid grin on his face said it all.

Oh my god, Elaine thought, they're sleeping together! It's like deja vu all over again. Out loud she said,"Hey, Turnbull. I heard you got into some trouble yesterday."

"Yes, a madman tried to kill me, but Ray rescued me." Turnbull face radiated love and admiration.

Ray cheeks turned pink. These two are never going to be able to hide it like Fraser and Ray did, Elaine mused. "Why did he want to kill you, Turnbull? Was he just crazy?"

"I've got a theory about that," Ray said, "You know the other two guys he killed? Well, they were both Canadian and so is Turnbull, so maybe this guy's out to pop any Canadians that he runs into." Ray smiled, pleased with his deductive reasoning.

"That's an interesting theory, Ray, and you are clever for coming up with it," Turnbull crooned. "However, I see one very, very small flaw in it. MacGregor killed the two businessmen in Canada and then came to Chicago. It stands to reason, that if he wanted to kill Canadians, he would have stayed in Canada, where he had a whole country full of potential victims. But, of course, your theory is still a wonderful theory. It's, it's just wonderful," Turnbull sighed.

The two gazed into each other's eyes, making Elaine want to scream, "Tone it down, the whole police force probably knows by now!' Instead she asked, "Have you heard from Fraser?"

The light went out of Ray's face, and he busied himself with paperwork, "No, not lately. Last time I saw him he was in Moosejaw, talking to a caribou."

"Oh," Elaine said, confused by the rapid change of moods. "I only dropped by to say hi to everyone. So, hi. I've to get back to work. You be careful Turnbull."

"I will Officer Besbriss." As Elaine said goodbye to the other detectives, Turnbull studied Ray. He didn't know this mercurial man as well as he ought to, but did know that Ray still harboured feelings for Fraser. He might still be in love with the other mountie.

It had been unwise to rush into this relationship, Turnbull decided. But there was nothing to be done about it now; he was in love with Ray. A dangerous situation for sure, he thought. What would happen if Fraser was unable to win back Vecchio and decided to come back for Ray? What if he did win Vecchio back and then discovered that he had been a fool to let this treasure slip through his fingers? Would Ray go back to him?

Turnbull watched Ray pretend to be absorbed in his work, and fought the urge to brush his hair and straighten his jacket. This one needed to be taken care of. If you'll only give me time, beloved, I'll make you forget about all the others, Turnbull silently vowed.

Whispers and snickers from the the other detectives, and a gasp from Ray drew him back to reality. He turned to see what the cause of the commotion was and noticed a slim blonde woman, with an unpleasant expression on her face, entering the squadroom.

"Stella!" Ray whispered.

She caught sight of her former husband, and Turnbull , and her face twisted with fury."Well, if it isn't another fucking mountie. Tell me, Dudley, don't you have enough crime in your own county? Is Canada such a wonderful, happy fairyland that you have to come to the good old US to look for bad guys?"

Ray rose angrily. "Lay off, Stella. He didn't do anything to you."

"Oh, don't tell me; let me guess. He's your best friend in the whole world, and you've been through hell and back together. Somewhere along the line you discovered that he's your eternal soulmate and so, naturally, the two of you started fucking each other," she spat.

"What the fuck does it matter to you who the fuck I may or may not be fucking?" Ray snarled, the veins throbbing in his forhead. "You wanted a fucking divorce because I was hindering your fucking career. But then, you threw your career away to run off with the first fucking Italian in fucking armani who happened to make a fucking move on you."

"What the fuck's going on out here?" Lt, Welsh demanded.

"Uh, a little family disturbance, sir," Dewey anwered, then lowering his voice he said, "I think Kowalski and Turnbull are sleeping together."

"Oh no, not again," Welsh moaned. "Excuse me, but would you mind taking it outside. We're trying to do police work here."

Stella and Ray glared at each other. "I've got nothing to say to you, Ray," she hissed.

"Oh, I'm devasted," he sneered.

She turned to Welsh and said, "I need to talk to you about a case."

As she walked away, Ray called after her, "Hey Stella, how was Florida?"

She froze, her fist clenching, but she composed herself and continued on into Welsh's office.

Turnbull stood silently, clearly embarassed beyond words by the display. Ray gave him a rueful grin. "You ever been married, Rennie?"

"No, Ray."

"Well, take my advice and don't ever get married."

"I don't think there's any chance of that, unless certain laws are changed and society becomes vastly more tolerant than it is now," Turnbull returned his smile, and grasped his shoulder sympathetically. "May I use your computer? I have a few ideas about MacGregor that I'd like to follow up on."

"Sure Rennie. You can use anything I have; my computer, my desk, my toothbrush. In fact, I may let you drive next time."

Turnbull squeezed his lover's shoulder tightly, "I'm shall be looking forward to that. I would love to get the chance to rev up that little engine of yours."

"It's not that little."

"A figure of speech, Ray"

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

Renfield Turnbull sat in front of the computer, mulling over what he had discovered. Everything made sense. Winston MacGregor was not randomly killing Canadians as Ray had thought; in fact he wasn't killing anyone because they were Canadian. He had a much different motivation.

Ray came up behind him, put his hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to have a look at the computer screen. "So Rennie, have you found anything interesting?" he whispered in his ear.

Rennie leaned back, brushing against Ray's chest. "Yes, Ray. I believe I've found the motivation for the murders. Both of the victims were business partners who made frequent visits to Chicago, not at the same time, of course."

"Of course. Uh, why not?"

"Because they were both romantically involved with Emmeline MacGregor. I've found credit card receipts of gifts sent to Miss MacGregor from both men. Expensive gifts jewelry, furs and such. It also ties in with why MacGregor tried to kill me. Miss MacGregor showed a clear interest in me on the night of the stakeout. He was obviously watching. Perhaps we should have taken her more seriously when she said that someone was peering through her window." Rennie turned to look at Ray, their noses touching. " Perhaps we could use his obsession with her to set a trap."

"Obsession with who?" Ray asked distractedly.

"Miss MacGregor. If I were to arrange to meet her in a romantic setting; it might provoke MacGregor into doing something rash, then you could capture him."

"No, no, no, and no." Ray said firmly, standing up and waving his finger in front of Rennie's nose. "You are not going to be bait. Get it out of your mind, 'cause it's not ever going to happen."

"Ray, if it were Fraser. . "

"Don't start. You and I both know that Fraser was not human. He was some kind of Super Mountie from Krypton. You, on the other hand are a human, who could get shot or stabbed, or have your neck broke, or, or . . you get my point."

Calmly, Rennie caught one of wildly gesturing hands, and held it still. "Ray, I am a trained police officer just like you. I'm prepared to take whatever risk is necessary to capture MacGregor."

Ray yanked his hand free, and paced over to his desk. "Did I say no, 'cause I could have sworn that's what I said? It's not going to happen. Let's get another plan." He paced over to the file cabinets, opened one, then slammed it shut. "Okay, I have another plan. I'll do it. I'll pretend to be on a date with Emmeline and then when he comes after me, we grab him."

"But Ray, she wasn't attracted to you."

"What's _that_ supposed to mean?" Ray huffed.

"Nothing. Obviously the woman has no taste, but the fact is that she was intersted in me and MacGregor knows it. It's our only chance."

"No."

"I think it's a pretty damn good idea," Lt. Welsh said, approaching the two.

"But Lieutenant. . " Ray pleaded.

"It's settled Kowalski. Turnbull give Ms. MacGregor a call, and make a date. Don't worry, Kowalski, I'll have men watching his every move." Welsh hesitated, reconsidering his choice of words. "I mean, if he were going to make any moves on the lady, which since this is only a pretend date, I'm sure he won't."

"I'm sure that I'll have to make some kind of romantic overtures toward her or MacGregor might suspect that he's being set up," Turnbull reflected. "At the very least, hand-holding will be required."

"Uh, yeah. I'll leave you two to work out the details." Welsh headed back to his office, mumbling something about this being the '90's.

While Turnbull set up the date with Emmeline, Ray leaned against the wall, arms folded. He could hear her squeal with delight when Turnbull asked her out. After a brief conversation to set the time, Turnbull hung up.

"It's all set. I'm to pick her up at 7:00 for dinner and a drive through the park," Turnbull said, pleased with himself.

"Well, isn't that keen? Are you going to give her your class ring too?" Ray mocked, his eyes flashing with anger.

Turnbull frowned, confused by Ray's behavior. "I thought a drive through the park would be perfect. It would take us to a secluded spot, giving MacGregor the opportunity to make his move, and thus allowing us to capture him."

Ray grabbed Turnbull by the jacket and hauled him up. "Let's go." he said dragging the mountie across the squadroom.

"Are we going to the closet?"

"What do you think?" Ray shoved Turnbull in to the supply closet, and slammed the door behind him. Turnbull gulped nervously, as Ray closed him on him, growling menacingly. "Ray, I can explain.. "

Seizing his collar, Ray jerked Turnbull's head down. He forced his tongue into Turnbull's mouth. After kissing him thoroughly, he pushed him away.

"Why doesn't anyone listen to me?" Ray complained. "All I was trying to do was protect you."

"I had td do it, Ray. It was the only way," Turnbull said, stroking Ray's chin with his thunb and forefinger.

"That doesn't mean I have to like it," Ray answered, before he sucked on the finger that was now stroking his lips.

Sighing happily, Turnbull fitted his other hand into the waistband of Ray's jeans. "Ray, does anyone ever come into this closet?"

Huey and Dewey regarded the closed door thoughtfully. "How long do you think they'll stay in there?" Dewey asked.

"Hard to tell," Huey replied. "Fraser and Vecchio once stayed in there for over an hour."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Everyone tried to ignore it, but the moaning. . "

Back in the closet, Ray's jeans and boxers were piled around his ankles. Rennie dropped to his knees, and his strong hands squeezed Ray's buttocks. The detective moaned. Rennie smiled up at him, then began to lick his way along Ray's inner thigh and up to the his stomach, then down again, circling around the protuding shaft.

"Rennie," Ray gasped. "Why is that all you mounties have this thing about licking stuff?"

Rennie stopped his eyes gazing raptly at the lovely organ that was demanding attention. "Not all mounties. I've heard a rumour that a few of us actually prefer woman. It's only a rumour, mind you."

Ray's laughter became a strangled cry, as Rennie's mouth encircled him. His knees buckled and he would have fallen, but Rennie's firm hands held him up. His breath came in short gasps as he thrust against his lover's face. Ray's eyes closed, and unbidden images of the first time that Fraser had done this filled his head. It hurt to think about it. He opened his eyes and focused on Rennie. Entagling his fingers in his mountie's hair, he began to repeat his name over and over again; a mantra of pleasure. "Rennie, Rennie, Rennie. "

Rennie's own erection was screaming for release, but he had to bring Ray to his peak before he could worry about himself. Trembling fingers slid between Ray's buttocks, making the thin man writhe in ecstacy. He thrust hard, sobbed and filled Rennie's mouth with warm, creamy fluid.

Ray sagged against a shelf. "I love you, Rennie," he whispered.

Rennie smiled, a little sadly, knowing that it was not yet true. He had won over Ray's body, but it would take time to win over his heart.

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