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Cold Times
by SH
It was a sunny day turning as cold as a winter's night.
Blue eyes stared at a man reeking of alcohol.
Stared in unfocused red eyes.
Stared at the gun being held in a shaking hand.
Then Blair moved in front of Jim.
A chill run down Jim's spine as he looked at the top of the curly head.
Heard his partner taking a deep breath.
Imagined the mouth opening to say something.
Time froze.
Bloodshot eyes fixed on blue ones
A hand stopped shaking.
A finger bent.
Time melted.
And Jim stepped calmly between his Love and
Death.