Title: Exerpts from an Interview

Fandom: The Sentinel

Author: Jane Streeter

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: G

Archive: Yep

Series: Probably, I'm actively considering it, anyway.

No warnings or spoilers.

Summary: Jim and Blair interview a very strange victim.

Disclaimer: I ain'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
by Jane Streeter

Jim and Blair investigating a Sexual Assault:

The Interview with the Perp.

Woman: I'm Bi-Polar as hell, for one thing. And the sad thing is, I enjoy it. How many bi-polar people *enjoy* it?

Jim, thinking: Now you're starting to sound like Roseanne Barr

Woman: I don't have a "valley", I get two "peaks". No depression, just hyper and hyper-er....

Jim, thinking: Do not look at Blair.

Blair, thinking: Lovely, you're a therapist's dream

Woman: There was one screener down in Texas that said they didn't even have a name for my particular variation on the disorder.

Jim, thinking: Neat, just peachy keen. Great. NOT!

Woman: And I *think* I know why, too.

Blair, thinking Finally!

Blair, aloud: "Why do you think would that be?"

Woman: Mine's not genetic. I've had three separate serious brain traumas, two were concussion, one of those had me in a coma for three weeks, and the third..." *pause* "That was the Encephalitis, and *that* was a two week coma."

Jim, softening. "Sounds like you got hurt a few times."

Woman: My shrinks seem to think *my* version is the result of actual *injury* to a gland in there, somewhere.

Blair: "Yeah, well, duh!"

Woman, smiles slightly: "That's what I said." <<chuckles softly>>

Woman smiles more; "Yeah, well it didn't help that I was six when the bug bit me, and was just recovering from Chicken Pox at the time. Because of that it took the docs a while to recognize it. <<sigh>> The coma, that was the result of being hit by a car at age 13...the other, *comparatively* mild concussion was the result of being in a semi when it flipped over on it's side."

Jim, alarmed: Jesus, she sounds just like....

Woman: "That doesn't count the cuts, scrapes, breaks...hey, I was the youngest of 7 kids, the only female, and I was absolutely convinced that anything they could do, I could do better.... and was HONOR BOUND to try." Grins at expression on Ellison's face.

Jim, thinking: Translation: Accident Prone Tomboy From Hell.

Woman: Point I was making, and have been known to patiently explain to shrinks (almost always in the tone usually reserved for moronic 5-year-olds, since that tone will *really* piss them off <<chuckles again>>) Is that the brain is made of basically all nerves. Nerves, when damaged, regenerate slowly, if at all. Ergo....

Blair: "Right, oh man..."

Jim: "That more than likely explains *quite* alot of it."

Woman: So I figure, if I can't fix it, I have to go with it: If I have to go with it, I may as well enjoy the ride!

Jim bows head in despair, whispering: "It scares the hell out of me, but I think I have to agree with that assessment."

Woman grins impishly at Jim: Which brings us back to the reason you're here tonight: This isn't the first time I've been known to scare the hell out of a would-be rapist: But all I did was make him finish what he started....

Blair starts laughing his ass off: "Oh *MAN*!"

Woman: Smiles a little, chuckles, ruffles Blair's hair. "You *know* you're intimidating when your assailant calls the cops...to protect him from *you*."

End part 1