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"Don't move a muscle, Constable Fraser."
Since the speaker held a gun to the back of his head, Fraser felt it would be wise to comply with her wishes. "It's Officer Cartier, isn't it? How did you get into the Consulate?"
"That idiot Turnbull let me in when I said I had police business with you. I had to tie him up and lock him in thecloset. Now, I want you to walk slowly forward, into the office up ahead."
Fraser obeyed, saying, "This is Inspecter Thatcher's office."
"I saw her leave before I came in," Cartier replied. "Open the door,
now sit at the desk."
"Inspecter Thatcher would never approve of me sitting at her desk," Fraser protested.
"Just do it."
Reluctantly, Fraser took a seat at the desk. He studied the woman who continued to point a gun at him. Officer Cartier had come to work at the police station only a short time ago. She had immediately become infatuated with him, much to his embarassment. He had, as politely as possible, tried to discourage her interest. It appeared that he had made her angry instead.
"What is it that you want from me, Officer Cartier?" Fraser asked in
his most soothing voice.
Cartier began to laugh, a little hysterically Fraser noted. "It's what
I can do for you Fraser.
You need a _real_ woman, in you life. That's why I'm here."
"I see," Fraser cleared his throat nervously. "Don't you think there are more appropriate ways to start a relationship than at gunpoint? Like dinner and a movie?"
"Don't play games with me!!" Cartier screamed, waving the gun around wildly. "I heard you talking to Vecchio. He was going on and on about how he missed his ex-wife, and you said you knew how he felt. He asked you how you could know since you've never been married. Then you told him about you and the other Ray, the one who's undercover. How you and him were. . " She trailed off, shaking her head in disgust. "Then he put his hand on your shoulder and said he was sorry, that he didn't know. Man, I always thought Vecchio was a real man."
"And now you think he's not?"
"If he were a real man, he would have punched you out. He's probably queer too. Maybe you're fucking him until the other one gets back," Cartier accused with a sneer.
"No. Ray is quite heterosexual, and still in love with his ex-wife," Fraser answered calmly. His mind furiously ran through his options. Turnbull was tied up in a closet, so he could offer no help. Not that he would have been much help anyway. Inspecter Thatcher was attending a formal dinner for Canadian business people in Chicago, and would be gone for hours. Ray Kowalksi had mentioned a desire to go to the Godzilla marathon playing at the Bijou, so there was no possibility that he would be stopping by for a game of chess or to have someone to talk to. Fraser was on his own. He would have to try to reason with this disturbed woman.
"What do you plan to do with me, Officer Cartier?" he inquired.
She smiled dangerously, "I've got it figured out. You're problem is that you've never had a _real_ woman before, but we're going to fix that tonight."
"You are wrong. I have been with women in the past, but I prefer men. I am in love with one. I guess you think that makes weak; less of a man. I can't help that. It's taken me many years to come to accept who and what I am, but by doing so I have at last found peace." He stood up slowly. "Officer Cartier, I did not choose my sexual orientation; I was born with it. You must try to understand that. Please give me the gun and . ."
"Shut up!!," she screamed, her finger tightening on the trigger. "Just shut up and take your clothes off. You and I are going to make love the way nature intended." She pulled her handcuffs out. "Take your clothes off, then sit back down."
Fraser calmly gazed into her psychotic eyes and said, "No."
Sweat poured off her face and the hand that held the gun was shaking. "Do it now, or I'll kill you."
"Then that's what you'll have to do. You can kill me, but you can't change me."
"I mean it," she whispered.
"So do I."
Turnbull was desperately trying to untie the ropes. The lady police officer had clearly been a scout at some point in her life, because the knots were expertly tied. However, after an earlier incident when he had been tied up by a bunch of rambunctious children, Fraser had spend several hours instructing him on various methods of extricating himself from such situations. He felt the knots began to give and almost laughed with relief. Several minutes more, and the ropes fell away. Fraser would be so proud of him. Now, only the locked closet door was between him and freedom. He hesitated, trying to decide if breaking the door
would alert the intruder to his escape.
Two gunshots sounded. Turnbull threw his weight against the door. It flew open and with no concern for his own safety, he ran to Thatcher's office. He skidded to a stop at the scene that greeted him.
Cartier was standing over Fraser's prone body, holding a gun and mumbling, "I had to do it. He made me do it. He wouldn't let me help him.
He was just a pervert." She noticed Turnbull and said, "You understand, don't you? I didn't have a choice."
"Yes, of course, you didn't have a choice," Turnbull said quietly, taking the gun from her hand. He knelt down beside Fraser and checked for a pulse. He was still alive, but just barely. He moved to Thatcher's desk and called 911.
Cartier continued to gaze down at Fraser. "You should have let me love
you."
the end
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