Title: Exerpts from an Interview II: Are You Sure?

Fandom: The Sentinel

Author: Jane Streeter

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: G

No warnings or spoilers.

Summary: Jim and Blair have just interviewed a very strange victim, an even stranger assailant, calmed the victim down, then arrested him for attempted assault on his "assailant". Then they offer to take the alleged assailant home since she didn't have a ride.

Disclaimer: I haven't made no dough on it, nor any money, either. However, if you think you want to stand up in court, in PUBLIC, and be told THERE that S.S.I., Food stamps, AND Medicaid are all federal programs of which the benefits are Non-Transferable, and thereby make a total ass out of not only yourself but your legal department, AND the board of directors... be my guest. This is something I'd LOVE to get to watch! (I'm equally certain that any cops in or near the courtroom would be equally entertained!)

Exerpts from an Interview II: Are You Sure?
by Jane Streeter

"After what I told you, are you sure you don't just want to call me a cab? They're paid to put up with strange people." She said with a little smile after Sandburg offered her a ride to wherever she lived.

"Oh, that's okay. We're used to really weird people."

"It's a good thing you're a cute lil fella. Especially with remarks like that." She replied, then turned away a bit to watch Ellison while Sandburg reviewed his phrasing mentally.

"Oh man, I'm sorry, I so did not mean it like that!" He said contritely while she let the bigger man see her grin, see her hide it, turn, cock an eyebrow at his partner, and glare. She saw Ellison trying not to chuckle while she 'toyed' with his stuttering friend. "I was talking about us, Jim and me are really, really, really weird. It's a good weird, but it's still pretty strange."

"Chief?"

She stared at Sandburg, "Was that supposed to make me feel safe?"

"Well, actually, yeah."

"Uh, Chief?"

She twitched her lips. "Hmmm. This calls for a contest. A Weird-O-Meter Contest. Where's your ride?"

"Sandburg!"

"C,c,c,c,contest?"

"Unless you're both chicken?"

"Oh no." Jim groaned aloud.

"No way, we're not scared of any old contest!"

*Damn it! Shit!* "Uh, Chief…?"

"You're on, then." And gave Ellison her address.

"This is for that endangered species breeding facility, out in Cascade Natl., right?" He suddenly felt uneasy. "The one hosting the Shamanism Courses."

"Of course. You don't expect the little guy to wing it entirely, do you, ya big lug?"

"Uh, Blair…" Jim said nervously.

"Calm down, Sentinel. It's not like I haven't worked with a few hundred pairings in my career. I'm not gonna bite." She smirked at him. "Much."

"OHMYGOD!" He breathed, then stared at her as she got into his truck.

"Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna drive?"

"Uh…"

"Hmmm. Maybe I better drive. You two don't look too swell. Sorta green around the gills, actually…"

"Damn it, damn it….DAMN IT SANDBURG, oh shiiiiiiiiiiit!"

END