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Fraser had fallen asleep pretty much the moment Ray had steered him into the car. It wasn't even a surprise, the way he'd been pushing himself the last week. They all had - it's what happened on a case like that - but Ray'd caught a few hours sleep here and there, when he'd been threatened out of the squad room by the lieutenant. Fraser, though, he'd have reported back to work at the consulate between phone calls and leads, because the civilized world would grind to a halt if anything held up consular paperwork. Even now, there was probably some blah-blah-oblique-stroke-blah form lying in wait for him.