Title: Oh Chief!
Author/pseudonym: Lori J
Fandom: The Sentinel
Paring: None
Rating: G
Status: New
Archive: Yeah, baby! YEAH!
E-mail address for feedback: lojojan@worldnet.att.net
Series/Sequel: Nope
Other websites: no
Disclaimers: They aren't mine *sigh*, I would treat
them better and not cancel them!!!
Notes: Just a silly fic that my muse hit me over the
head with. Or it may have been the lack of sleep, not sure.
Summary: Blair can't even buy a new CD without getting
hurt!
Oh
Chief!
By
Lori J
Bored, thought Jim Ellison. That's what I
am, bored. I wonder when Blair will be back? Just then, Jim heard a key
scrabbling at the lock. Getting off the couch, he made his way over to the
door. By the sound of it, Sandburg was having a few problems getting in the
door.
Unlocking the deadbolt and pulling open
the door, Jim found a battered and weary Guide. "Jesus, Chief! What the
*hell* happened to you?
"Can I at least come inside
first?" Squeezing past Jim, Blair dumped his backpack on the floor. His
coat soon followed. Following behind him, the Sentinel quietly picked up the
coat and hung it neatly beside the door. Blair was wandering in the vague
direction of his room. Jim was not about to let the grad student get away
without some kind of explanation.
"Chief? Yoo-hoo! Chief?"
The anthropologist turned around and
blinked owlishly. "Jim," he said slowly, "did you just say,
'yoo-hoo'? Isn't that a chocolate drink? Man, am I tired. Think I'll go to bed
now."
"Whoa, hold on there, junior. I still
want an answer to my question. What the *hell* happened? Is that a CD?"
Jim pointed to the jewel case Blair had in a death grip.
"Yeah."
Jim waited, expecting more of an answer.
When it became obvious that none was forthcoming, he asked "What CD is it?
And how did you get a black eye, split lip, scratched arms, and ripped
clothes?"
"...huh?" His Guide was
apparently having trouble following the conversation. Jim sighed to himself
realizing that he would have to put up a good fight to find out what happened.
Maybe he should let Blair go to bed and tell him in the morning? No, if someone
had hurt his Guide, he would find out and kill him or her.
Gently grasping Blair by his elbow, Jim
guided the younger man to the sofa. Making sure he was settled comfortably, the
detective headed into the kitchen to make some tea. Ten minutes later, he was
back with tea for Blair and beer for him.
Carefully setting the cup of tea in front
of Blair, he took a good look at his Guide. The anthropologist's right eye
swollen almost shut and Jim could see the bruise starting to form already. Blair's
lower lip was split and had bled a bit. Jim could see evidence of it on the
younger man's shirt. Blair's arms were covered with scratches and his shirt was
ripped at the neck.
And he was clutching that CD as if his
life depended on it. "Blair?" waiting until a set of blue eyes
swiveled his way, "Let's put the CD down, OK?" Jim reached out to
take it.
"NO! You can't have it! It's
mine!" Yelling at the top of his lungs, the grad student pulled the CD to
his chest and hugged it. "Go away!"
"BLAIR!"
"WHAT?"
"Calm down. Just tell me what
happened tonight."
*Sigh* "You know that I wanted to
pick up the new Metallica? 'S & M'?" At Jim's nod, he continued,
"So there I am, in the 'M' section. I find the CD no problem, but I stay
and browse a little bit. There's a few albums that I don't have yet."
"And?" Jim was getting a little
impatient.
"Chill out, big guy. I'm getting
there. So I'm browsing, right? And all of a sudden, I hear the most ungodly
sound I've ever heard. I look up and there's about twenty teenage girls running
in my direction. I froze like a deer caught in the headlights."
"Teenage girls? Screaming? Look,
Chief, you're cute and all..." Jim grinned.
"Shut up! They weren't screaming for
me! You've been in Barker's Music Store, right? So you know they keep all the
new release displays in the back?"
Taking a deep breath, Blair continued.
"Well, I picked a bad day to go music shopping. Apparently there was some
sort of sale on boy band CD's"
"Boy bands?"
"Yeah, you know, Backstreet Boys,
N'Sync?"
"Yuck!"
"That's what I say, yuck! But tell
that to a teenager in love with Nick!" Blair was lightly feeling around
his eye and wincing.
Jim was starting to get the picture.
"So basically, what happened was a bunch girls ran you down?"
"NO! There wasn't enough CD's for all
of them. Since I was standing back there, they assumed that I had one. And they
wanted it."
"You got beat up by *girls*?"
Oh, this was too funny! Wait till Simon heard this!
Suddenly Blair was in his face. Grabbing
two handfuls of Jim's shirt, he leaned close. "You *ever* breathe a word
of this James Ellison, to anyone, and there'll be some interesting photographs
showing up in Major Crimes!"
Jim gulped. "You don't mean..."
"Oh yes I do! Remember I have the
negatives. So unless you want to see pictures of 'Candy' up all over, keep your
mouth shut!" With that Blair stood up and headed towards his bedroom.
"I'm going to bed."
"Wait, Chief. You know that was a
Vice assignment." Jim protested.
"Sure I do. But with a little bit of
obfuscation and charm, who'll believe you? Now if you'll excuse me?" Once
again, Blair started to the set of french doors.
"Blair!" when the younger man
looked back, Jim patted the sofa, "Sit down and we'll listen to your new
CD. Metallica huh? Doesn't sound too bad. How bout we order Chinese?"
Smiling broadly, Blair tossed the CD
towards Jim. "Sure man! Just let me get changed."
Catching the CD, Jim slumped in relief.
Wait a minute. What the hell?
"Sandburg? Why does this say 'An
N'Sync Christmas?"
The
End