Teamwork
August 21, 2011
Needing a plot bunny, I asked
Cheryl for some help, a screen cap to base a story off of. This was the picture
she sent me<G>, and the story below is what my muse came up with. Thanks
Cheryl!
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Jim looked over his shoulder
at the house across the street glad that Blair probably couldn’t see the grin
he was trying to hide. “Sandburg!” he said gruffly into his comm. Blair
apologized and went silent for a moment. Jim turned back to the storefront he
was attempting to check out.
“I’m just saying, Jim,” Blair
said, his voice not coming over the comm, but picked up by Sentinel ears.
Jim shook his head and didn’t
hide his grin this time. The kid was entertaining if nothing else. Where on
earth did he come up with these stories? How could one man have done so much in
such a short time? Because Jim had no doubt that Blair was telling the truth,
even if a slightly embellished version of it.
He split his attention between
Blair’s commentary and the two men inside the store that he was watching. They
were suspects in a home invasion and Jim and Blair were trying to get a bit
more information in order to find solid evidence to put them away.
Jim tilted his head as he
listened and Blair’s patter went silent. After a moment he shook his head and
Blair started up right where he’d left off. Jim grinned and crossed the street
back to the abandoned house where he’d stashed his partner for safety.
“Chief,” Jim said as he
entered the house. “I find it hard to believe anyone would trust you with their
virgin daughter.”
“Ah, come on, Jim. She was
barely fifteen.”
“Uh huh,” Jim teased.
“Besides,” Blair added, “you
don’t want to know the penalty for… um, deflowering the chief’s daughter out of
wedlock.”
Jim chuckled, easily
imagining the punishment from the way Blair adjusted his sitting position to
protect certain parts of his anatomy. “Well, obviously you did a good job of
tutoring the girl, and since you aren’t a soprano, I’ll assume you kept your
hands to yourself.”
“Funny, Jim. Did you hear
anything?” Blair asked, standing and gathering his coat at Jim’s gesture that
they should leave.
“Nah, nothing that will help.
We’ll just have to wait for the court order to check out their apartments and
hope we get lucky.”
“Damn. I hate that we can’t
use what you found to get them arrested,” Blair said, following Jim out to the
truck.
“I doubt they’d accept body
odor and an overheard snippet of conversation, Chief. But these two seem pretty
cocky,” Jim said thoughtfully. “I think, if we follow them for a few days,
we’ll get lucky and catch them in the act.”
“Stakeout?” Blair asked, a
bit wearily. He sighed though and nodded. “Okay, it’ll give me a chance to tell
you about the time…”
The end
Feedback is greatly
appreciated. JudyL