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No permanent damage was done to anyone in the writing of this story. The author
does not condone acts of terrorism - do not try this at home.
Sense Ability
by Shedoc
The apartment was cozy. The floors were hardwood and well polished. The
furniture was plain yet had a certain style to it. Bookcases were crammed in the
corners, full of books and artifacts - tribal carvings decorated the walls.
Stairs led to a loft; French doors concealed another room. There was a fireplace
and a yellow chair; a steel topped dining table and a kitchen with wooden
fittings. At the moment the only illumination came from the fire. Jazz played on
the stereo quietly. Loud enough to be heard by someone with normal hearing, not
too loud to jar sensitive ears, it filled the apartment unobtrusively.
Two men sat on the larger couch together, shoes off. They were different. One
man had military short hair and wore drill pants and a neat, plain sweater. The
collar of a business shirt peeped over the neck of the sweater. He was broad
shouldered and precisely made - even slouching on the couch he was the picture
of restrained grace and power.
The other was shorter and less bulky. He wore layers of flannel and comfortable
jeans. His hair was long and rioted off his head in a cascade of curls. He was
slender and had the frame of a runner. His energy simmered beneath the surface
of his skin and in the sparkle of deep blue eyes. The riot of colour seemed a
part of him even as he sat almost still beside his larger companion.
Both men cradled hot cups in their hands. They slouched side by side
comfortably. The silence between them was natural and comfortable. It had a
presence of it's own in the apartment. The jazz CD ended and the shorter man got
up to turn it off. He negotiated the half dark by familiarity, his companion
focussed his eyes and watched to make sure there were no accidents. He smiled
down at his companion and sat on the coffee table.
"So Jim, I haven't seen or heard any plans for this vacation of yours," his
voice was deeper than you'd expect, but fit him perfectly. Detective Jim Ellison
scowled up at him, the light blue eyes looking annoyed as only they could. He
sipped at the coffee in his cup and pondered the many responses he could make.
"This is enforced long service leave, Sandburg - it's not something I really
planned for," Jim let his irritation show freely. Graduate student Blair
Sandburg let his smile deepen in support. His whole body was canted towards Jim
in empathy.
Jim pondered the many contrasts of the man in front of him. He was young -
barely twenty-seven - yet he already had ten years of college under his hat and
was almost finished with his Ph.D. in Anthropology. He was lightly built, yet
exhibited a rare strength. He had spent his life travelling, yet had settled
into Cascade like a hermit crab into its shell. His soul was beautiful. He knew
whom Jim was and what Jim was capable of. He accepted Jim whole-heartedly and
loved him like a brother.
"Jim?" Blair's voice was warm and amused; "You lost in your thoughts there?"
"Scary place to be, Sandburg," Jim cracked and Blair laughed lightly. Jim
wondered what he'd done to deserve such a soul mate. He was the Ying to Jim's
Yang, the best partner a cop could ask for, and the Guide to Jim's Sentinel.
In long ago times a Sentinel was a person with five hyperactive senses who
protected and hunted for the tribe. They were the ultimate hunter and warrior
and treated with great respect. The Sentinel was not superhuman. They needed the
help of one other individual - one person alone who could break through their
concentration and the walls the Sentinels erected to guard their heart. The
Guide was the Sentinel's anchor to reality and passport to true happiness.
In modern times the Sentinel trained and worked and lived in secret. The
Sentinel hunted the criminals and protected a tribe that didn't even know he
existed. The tribe didn't even know it was a tribe. His Guide and soul mate
eased his pain and trained his abilities. The Guide's support was unflagging and
unconditional. One other knew of the Sentinel's existence - a chief among the
tribe if you would. That was Jim's boss, Captain Simon Banks. The man who'd
decided that Jim should take the long service leave that had been accumulating
for so long. The man who'd forced it on his detective - citing burn out and
exhaustion as the driving reasons for the leave.
Blair had backed Simon up whole-heartedly and Jim had been unable to fight them
both. Which brought Jim back to his Guide's question. What was he going to do
with the next two months off?
"I get it - you're going to make me torture the information out of you," Blair's
voice brought him back to the apartment for the second time. Jim grinned at his
Guide and put the cool coffee aside. Blair would probably still think the coffee
was hot enough, but since his senses came on line Jim had found he only liked
his coffee really hot. Blair was working on that unobtrusively - a Sentinel with
a scalded tongue was a cranky one and it was as much self preservation as the
desire to help that motivated the Guide.
"Well, I was thinking," Jim replied, letting his voice carry his amusement.
Blair shifted a little - knowing that tone didn't bode well for the future, "You
get to observe me at home and at work all the time. I was thinking that turn
about is fair play. You go to the Uni and whatever you'd do if you weren't at
the station and I'll observe you."
Blair felt his jaw drop and took a hurried sip of tea to cover up. He thought
rapidly, his eyes flicking around the apartment and then over to his best friend
and brother. Jim waited for the inevitable argument that would wear him out - an
argument that Jim was going to win or die trying.
"Ok, Jim," Blair agreed and bit his lips to keep from smiling at the look on
Jim's face, "I warn you now, though. My life as an academic is adrenaline free.
If you want to back out at any time I'll understand."
"Agreed," Jim nodded, privately determined to stick the time out. Blair
collected the cups and carried them to the kitchen, letting his smile spill over
onto his face. He gave Jim a week.
Jim dressed carefully for his first day as an observer on campus. He chose
comfortable clothes that weren't too dressy and headed downstairs to the
kitchen. They were up early for Blair's first class of the day - anthro 101.
Blair was making breakfast for two and humming to the radio - turned low to
avoid upsetting his Sentinel. There was a document next to Jim's plate and he
picked it up curiously.
"What's this Chief?" he asked and Blair jumped - he hadn't heard Jim come down
the stairs. He took in Jim's clothes and nodded approval - Jim didn't look like
a student, but he didn't look like a cop either.
"It's your paperwork, Jim," Blair replied, "You'll need to complete them to gain
ride along status. You'd better do it before the terrorists show up - you know
what happened the last time one of us filled out this kind of form. I'm all out
of vending machines."
Jim laughed and read through the document. Blair had obviously typed it last
night and printed it while Jim was in the shower. It was fairly straightforward.
Jim had to agree not to discuss any privileged information he came across, and
to respect the student's and teachers right to privacy. He had to agree to
follow instructions Blair gave him and follow all the campus regulations. Jim
signed the document and handed it back to Blair who smiled at his friend. Jim
could see that the simple acceptance of the rules had made Blair genuinely
happy.
Breakfast over they headed for campus in Blair's car. Jim had an old backpack
he'd found in the closet last night and he'd loaded a notebook and a few pens
into it. Blair led the way to the first class and waved Jim to a seat where he
could see both teacher and students. He pulled the notes and artifacts he'd
brought out of his backpack and set up while the lecture hall filled with sleepy
freshman.
The college setting was not a new one for Jim - he'd attended college and come
away with the usual qualifications. He'd enjoyed his studies, but not wanted to
go any further. The Army had beckoned and Jim had answered that call without
looking back. From the glimpse Blair had given Jim, things hadn't really changed
- at least not important ones.
Jim sat back and observed. It was a two hour lecture touching on the cross
cultural significance of common objects. Jim watched as Blair gestured and
almost danced for his class to break the topic open. He used humor and life
experience to make the topic more interesting and called upon feedback to
generate further discussion. His students woke up a little and took notice,
though Jim figured you'd have to be dead to ignore the dynamic teacher at the
front of the room. Even Jim, who had no real idea what the topic was about,
found the subject fascinating. Blair was born to teach - and Jim wondered for a
moment what on earth had possessed this dynamic man to follow him into danger
and possible death. It wasn't the Sentinel dis - Jim had finally figured that
out, though he still lay awake at nights worrying what would happen when the dis
was finished.
Blair packed up the lecture and grinned over at Jim.
"Still awake?" Blair teased and Jim frowned at him.
"That was really interesting, Sandburg - I discovered I really don't know what
you do for a living. Why in Gods name do you follow me around?" Jim blurted and
Blair frowned. His normally open face was unreadable for a moment.
"To protect the tribe, man. That's what we do, right?" he dismissed the question
lightly and picked up his pack, "You ready? I've got a lecture to attend now."
"Yeah, I'm ready," Jim nodded, scooped up his gear and followed Blair out. He
used the lecture time to annotate his 'Blair notes'.
Blair introduced Jim to burritos in the park - steering him away from the Uni
cafeteria with dire warnings about stomach pumps. The vendor knew Blair on sight
and Jim was welcomed as the 'Professors student'.
"Take a deep breath Jim, and tell me what's in the burritos," Blair murmured as
they were being served. Jim rolled his eyes.
"You're not the Observer here today, Blair," Jim grumbled, and Blair fixed him
with the 'I'm-your-Guide-so-do-it' look. Jim grumbled under his breath again and
took a deep breath, opening his mouth a little to extend his taste too. He
listed all the separate ingredients in a quick monotone, earning a surprised
look from the vendor.
"Good nose," was the startled comment and Blair laughed as he paid. The two men
walked to a nearby bench and sat down to sample their lunch.
The burrito's exploded pleasantly across Jim's taste buds and Blair grinned at
Jim's expression.
"Best burrito man in Cascade," Blair mumbled through a mouthful and Jim nodded
happily.
They spent the afternoon in the campus library - where Blair researched for a
paper and Jim spent the time adding details of the day in his notebook. Blair
sneaked looks at the pages until Jim covered them with his hand and glared at
his roommate. Blair grinned and looked around the library.
"If you're looking for someone to observe, check out the co-ed at two o'clock,"
Blair gestured discreetly and Jim turned to look at the curvaceous blonde in the
very tight sweater. Jim grinned and turned away quickly when she looked up from
her book. Blair was giggling quietly into his notes and Jim shook his head.
"Isn't she a bit young, Sandburg?" Jim said in a very quiet voice, and Blair
giggled harder.
"Looking, not touching," he gasped and Jim grinned harder, shaking his head at
his friend's antics. A young man walked over to the table and Blair sobered up
instantly. The newcomer was a freckle faced brown haired man, skinny and well
dressed in casual clothes. He put a hand on the back of Blair's chair, sent a
smooth smile at Jim and leaned over Blair a little. Blair had covered his notes
up quickly and was leaning away from the newcomer. Jim was about to leap up and
pull the guy away when Blair made a 'stay still' gesture.
"Mr. Castle, what do you want?" Blair's voice was polite - just. Castle smiled
broadly.
"I just came to see if you needed anything, Professor," he said, "And to be
introduced to your friend. I didn't know I had competition on campus."
"Competition?" Jim blurted and Blair shook his head at his friend.
"This is my roommate, Jim. And you know I don't need anything from you, Paul.
You're too expensive and too … risky to use," Blair frowned up at the other, who
snatched his hand from Blair's chair.
"I was innocent," Castle snarled, "And I already told you - for the youngest
Professor on campus I'll lower my rates."
"Innocent?" Blair stood, and got into Castle's face, "I heard it was a lack of
evidence, not innocence that let you keep your credentials. Now if you don't
mind, I have work to do and you're interrupting me."
"I'll see you later," Castle growled and stalked off. Blair slumped back into
his chair and the people at the nearby tables went back to their studies. Jim
looked at his friends' face and decided he'd ask his questions later.
"Who peed in his coffee?" an amused voice reached Jim's ears and a woman came to
sit in Blair's lap - pulling at the chair so she could fit between him and the
table. Blair accommodated her happily and introduced the shorthaired vibrantly
healthy woman to Jim as Charlie Vancouver.
"Pleased to meet you Jim. Any friend of Blairs…" Charlie began.
"Needs a back ground check," Blair chimed in with her to complete the sentence
and laughed at the look on Jim's face.
"Old joke - have you ever met who he dates?" Charlie shook her head, "But
seriously folks, as much as I'm enjoying sitting on my favorite cushion I came
to issue an invitation. Same bat time, same bat place. See you there?"
"Or not," Blair bounced his knees and Charlie protested and got up. She dropped
a kiss on Blair's cheek, then one on Jim's for good measure and walked away,
waving over her shoulder.
"She's…" Jim trailed off, wondering how involved Blair was with this new woman.
"Very unique and totally not into men, despite the flirting," Blair finished and
grinned at Jim, "She just likes to cuddle."
"I'll keep it in mind," Jim said dryly, "What were we just invited to?"
"A little stealth mission," Blair replied, "I'll explain later, ok?"
"Sure," Jim nodded and Blair got back to his research. At five o'clock on the
dot Blair packed up and urged Jim to hurry out of the library. Jim had been
reading one of Blair's discarded magazines - he'd found an article that Blair
had written a few months ago and had been sucked into the sub-culture of the
retail business. Jim could clearly recall the case that had led to this article
and was getting quite a spin out of seeing it from the flip side.
Blair led the way to his office and put his pack inside, urging Jim to do the
same before locking the door. Then he led the bemused detective to the quad and
started talking.
"Ok, Jim - think of this as a stealth exercise. You have to get into the
auditorium without being seen and find yourself a seat. You can get in any way
you like to, but no breakage. Once you're in sit down and enjoy the show. I'll
meet you at my office afterwards," Blair patted his arm and Jim frowned.
"You're not coming with me?" Jim asked and Blair shook his head.
"I'll be there," he promised, "Remember the rules Jim - follow the instructions.
If someone yells run - then get out."
Jim sighed and looked over at the auditorium for a moment and then looked back
at Blair. Blair was gone. Even a Sentinel sweep couldn't reveal his presence to
Jim, except a faint scent trail where he'd stood. Jim remembered the rules and
didn't look any harder - though he was dying to know how Blair had done that.
Puzzled, Jim headed for the auditorium.
He got in through a window that wasn't locked properly and left it just enough
ajar for others to use - mentally promising to go back and lock it on his way
out. The foyer was lit by the huge stained glass skylights overhead - bright
enough for Sentinel vision, though anyone else would have found it very dim
indeed. Jim watched two others walk carefully towards some doors and then waited
a moment before following them. The auditorium was also dark - in fact Jim had
to adjust his sight to almost maximum. He found a seat that was near the front
and out of the way and settled down. Using his hearing he located the other
members of the audience and people in the lighting rig, backstage and the boxes
up on the balcony level.
Three tuning forks sounded - in harmony but too loud for a man with his hearing
dialed up to maximum. Jim winced and then dialed it down, taking his senses back
to a four - Blair's number for normal levels. The others in the auditorium
settled into silence and voices from above took up the notes.
What followed was a medley of songs from the recent days and the recent past.
The voices harmonized together to create the impression of the instruments and
voices as well. Jim leaned back and closed his eyes, letting his ears do all the
work. The Beatles made an appearance and even Beethoven was sung. He enjoyed the
performance thoroughly.
Three tuning forks signaled the end and the audience and performers snuck out
again. Jim re-locked the window he'd used and headed over to Blair's office.
"Why is it that you sound like a cat in heat in the shower, but in the dark like
that you sound like an angel?" Jim asked as Blair walked up the corridor.
"I wasn't singing," Blair protested and unlocked the door. Jim raised an eyebrow
at him.
"Are you telling me I wouldn't recognize your voice in the dark?" Jim let the
subject drop. Maybe one day he'd tell Blair how much Jim relied on Blair's voice
for relief from pressures the city placed on his senses every day.
Jim made dinner that night as Blair finished his assignment at the table. Blair
cleared for the dinner plates and sampled the steamed vegetables and rice in
appreciation. Jim had also cooked a lean steak and cut a third off for Blair -
knowing a whole steak would put Blair over his red meat quota for the week.
"So, who is this Castle guy?" Jim asked when he was sure Blair was settled. Over
the last two years he'd learnt not to hit Blair with difficult questions too
early in a meal - the younger man would simply leave the table, sometimes even
the loft. While Blair might still leave the table now at least he'd had a chance
to eat half his meal and wouldn't be hungry tonight.
"Paul Castle is a research assistant - one of the professional ones. He hires
his services to professors and so on for a fee. When I was working on my
masters, one of the professors was involved in a plagiarism suit. Castle had
been working for him and it was suspected that he was leaking the professor's
work to the other guy. There wasn't enough evidence and the professor had to let
it drop. He's in Boston, now," Blair sighed, "I don't like the guy - he's sneaky
and nasty, but he had enough of an in with administration to keep working at the
Uni. And he is good at what he does."
"So that's why you covered your notes up when he leaned over you," Jim surmised
and Blair laughed.
"God, no!" he protested, "It's not like I think I'm so important he'll steal my
work! I covered my notes up because the guy is just plain nosy and it annoys
him. He's got this thing for me - I guess he thinks it would enhance his image
if the former wunderkind used his services."
"Former wunderkind? You been demoted or something?" Jim sat up straight. Blair
laughed and collected their empty plates. He dished out some ice cream and
returned to the table.
"As a twenty seven year old I think that I'm definitely illegible for the
wunderkind title. There are plenty of younger and smarter kids on campus lining
up for that title," there was no regret or disappointment in Blair's tone - he
was grinning as he spooned the ice cream up. Jim shook his head and let the
subject drop.
The next morning they were up early again. The rounds of lectures - given and
taken - as well as the office hours and research sessions were all fascinating
to Jim. Away from the stress and horror of police work Blair was a different
person - his energy was unrestrained, his personality worked full force.
Students and teachers alike were drawn to his energy. With no commitments to the
PD for two months Blair was free to assign his time to help others out. He was
always busy, but he also made sure that he had time for Jim - something that
made Jim feel … cherished. Even William Ellison hadn't tried this hard to make
sure his son felt wanted and accepted.
The notebook was filled after only two days and Jim was on his third by Friday
morning. Blair had the early lecture again and they were headed to his office to
collect some materials.
There was a strong smell of chemicals - or at least strong to Jim's senses. The
cleaners had left a bucket and mop at the far end of the corridor, but Jim kept
sniffing, trying to isolate the smell.
"What can you smell, Jim?" Blair asked as he unlocked his door and Jim frowned,
turning his head towards the bucket and mop. Inside the office something shifted
and there was a dull thump. A hot pressure wave slammed Jim into the wall. The
back of his head impacted hard, and Blair slammed into him. Blair's cry was the
last thing Jim heard as he slid into unconsciousness.
Simon's voice woke him. The smell of the hospital told him where he was, and the
fact that he couldn't hear Blair's voice panicked him. Jim tried to sit up
before he even opened his eyes and the pain slammed him back into the darkness.
Simon's hands and voice woke him again and Jim opened his eyes.
"Take it easy Jim, don't you move," Simon warned, shifting his grip from Jim's
wrist to his shoulder, "Blair's alive and doing well - we had to put you in
different rooms this time. Just stay still and heal for me."
"Simon?" Jim frowned, "Why am I tied down?"
"The last time you woke up you tried to get out of bed and nearly snapped in
half. You need to lie still and the doctors thought this was the best way to
make sure you did," Simon replied honestly, "And until I was sure you weren't
having Sentinel troubles I had to let them."
As he spoke the handsome Captain was undoing the wrist restraints and then undid
the waist and ankle restraints. He dropped them onto the rolling bedside table
that all hospital rooms seem to have and then sat down again. Jim had lain still
the whole time, listening hard for Blair's heartbeat.
"I can't find his heartbeat," Jim frowned and Simon patted Jim's wrist.
"I'm telling you, Jim - he's going to be just fine. You can go see him in a few
days, I promise," Simon used the tone he'd use for Daryl in this situation and
was glad to see Jim respond, "I'm going to get the doctor - so stay awake for
me, ok? I'll be back soon."
The doctor confirmed that Jim could get out of bed in a few days - the detective
had a nasty concussion and Blair's pack had badly bruised his ribcage when the
anthropologist was slammed back into Jim. Brown and Rafe stopped by to take down
Jim's statement and commiserate with the detective about his holidays. They
didn't update Jim on the case and he was too uncomfortable right then to push
the issue.
"So what were you doing at the Uni, Jim?" Simon asked when they'd left. The
Captain seemed to be in no hurry to return to the station and Jim was honestly
glad for the company.
"I was riding along with Blair - sort of payback observer status," Jim laughed
at Simon's face and Simon grinned back, "Did my notes survive?" Jim asked
anxiously, and Simon fished his pack out of the bedside locker. At Jim's urgings
he pulled the two full notebooks and half-full one out and opened them up. They
were neatly labeled and Jim had drawn pictures - quick fluid sketches - of Blair
to illustrate his point.
"Damn, Jim," Simon murmured in awe as he looked at the pictures of Blair. They
all caught him in the middle of a word or gesture and seemed to bare the subject
to the eyes of the observer.
"It's been so good to be with him this last week," Jim sighed, "I've come to
appreciate him more - to appreciate what he really does. To be honest Simon
there are times when I forget we're not the same people - especially if we're
working on a hard case. This has reminded me that Blair was a whole and
incredible person before he met me. I'm so lucky that he's agreed to spend time
with me."
"This is incredible," Simon was reading the notes, then looked up, "What made
you decide to do this, Jim?"
There was a funny tone in Simon's voice, but Jim ignored it.
"I …I guess that I thought at first it would be good payback for him - Blair
gives me tests and follows me around and saves my life every day, but there are
times when I wish I had a little more privacy. So I thought I could explain that
to him best by turning the tables on us. The second day, I thought that it would
go with the Sentinel dis," Jim blushed, "Blair's as much a part of that as I am,
but he only writes about me. So it was going to be my contribution to it - I was
going to observe him at work too to balance the study out. I didn't tell him
that yet - I thought I'd wait until it was finished and then just hand it over."
"It would be an incredible part of the dis," Simon nodded and put the books away
very carefully. He was leaving the second part of the sentence unsaid, and Jim
began to worry about his friend and Guide all over again.
"Simon - can Blair have visitors?" Jim asked, plucking at the blanket - he
really wanted to know Blair was all right.
"You're staying in bed, Ellison," Simon growled immediately.
"I just want you to go visit him. I can track your heartbeat up to his room that
way. Then at least I'll be able to hear him," Jim pleaded and Simon gave him an
incredulous look. For some reason he'd thought that Blair's was the only
heartbeat distinguishable to Jim - sort of a paging device for the Sentinel.
"You can hear my heartbeat?" he asked, wondering why that disturbed him and Jim
nodded - too anxious to soothe the other man. Simon sighed.
"Ok, I'll go visit him. But you'd better not zone out doing this or Sandburg
will kill me," Simon grumbled and got up. He hesitated and looked at Jim,
"Ready?"
"Just go, Simon," Jim grinned up at his captain, "I don't need to chant or
anything."
Simon muttered something unkind under his breath and walked out. He walked up
the hall, got into the elevator and waited out the ride. Knowing that his every
move was being listened to made him feel oddly nervous - could Jim hear the
grumble of his stomach or the scrape of cloth on cloth? The burns unit smelled
unpleasant but Simon sucked it up and headed into the room where Blair lay. The
curly hair was singed and frizzy, but kept under control by the bandages that
swathed the upper face. Blair had turned his head when the door opened and Simon
immediately said hello.
"Hi Simon, how's Jim?" Blair's voice was a little hoarse - from the breathing
tube and the smoke he'd inhaled when the firebomb went off in his doorway.
Luckily it hadn't set fire to the building - Blair had lost a few books to the
secondary blaze and that was all. Of course, he'd also lost his sight - the
burns to his eyes were serious and no one could tell if the damage was permanent
or not - it would take a while for that to happen. His forearms were burnt too,
as was his abdomen and thighs.
"He woke up again. He's fine - lucid and no sense spikes. I watched like you
told me," Simon put a hand on the bed and Blair covered it with his own, "He was
worried about you so I came up here. He's tracking me to get to you."
"Damn it Jim, don't you dare Zone on me in here when I can't get to you," Blair
said angrily, "I'm fine - you're fine. Get some sleep and I'll see you soon."
Simon felt a little odd, listening to someone speak to a person two floors below
them with the certainty that the other would hear them perfectly.
"I'll go back and make sure he's ok," Simon offered and Blair nodded
immediately.
"Thanks, Simon," he replied and turned his head back to the ceiling, "I'm
allowed out of bed tomorrow, so I'll get them to give me a wheelchair and come
visit you Jim."
"Goodnight Chief," Simon was unsure what prompted him to say it, except a part
of him was sure that Jim was saying it to the ceiling two floors down. A small
smile crossed Blair's face and he patted Simon's hand in thanks.
"Goodnight Jim. Goodnight Simon," Blair replied and withdrew his hand. He lay
still and Simon felt the burnt man's personality retreat from the room.
Jim turned his head eagerly. Blair's heartbeat was getting closer to the room.
Jim could hear the wheelchair that carried his Guide and the footsteps of the
person pushing it. It was Simon; Jim realised, catching the telltale odor of
cigars. Neither man was talking. The chair stopped and the door opened. Simon
carefully pushed Blair inside and Jim cried out in shock.
"Blair! My god! They said you were alright!"
"Shhh," Blair soothed, putting out a hand. Simon wheeled him closer and Jim
grabbed hold desperately.
"Shhh Jim, it's ok," Blair rubbed Jim's hand with his free one, "I'm ok - I'm
here, right? This isn't as bad as it looks."
Simon moved restlessly behind Blair and Blair turned his head accurately towards
him.
"I'm not lying Simon," Blair said firmly, "The bandages look more impressive
than they are. My arms are fine now the blisters are draining and the wheelchair
is more because of the rules than because I need it."
"But your eyes?" Jim knew his voice sounded desperate and didn't care. What were
they going to do if Blair was blind? How could they bear that? Blair sighed and
held on tighter.
"It might be ok," Blair said as gently as possible, "I might be ok - we won't
know for a while. It's ok, Jim. We're both still alive and where there's life
there's hope, right? And if it's … permanent then you'll be ok, cause Simon will
find you a cop that I can train and we can work together when you're not at the
station…"
"No!" Jim yelled, "No! I have a partner already - and I'm not giving you up."
"Shhh, you don't have to give me up Jim - I'll always be your Guide. But a blind
partner in a shoot out is dangerous - so you'll need a field partner too," Blair
soothed, then decided not to push it. You didn't need to see to be able to tell
how this was affecting Ellison, "Hey - that's only a contingency plan! We won't
need it because I'll be fine. A hundred percent and back to annoying you before
you know it. We're ok, Jim and that's all that matters. Shhh, take it easy for
me now."
Simon watched his consultant soothe his detective and shook his head in awe.
Burnt and possibly blinded for life, Blair was still the rock that Jim relied on
to handle the world and it's harsh truths.
When Jim was quieter and calmer, Blair turned to 'look' at Simon again.
"Sir? Do we know what happened? I wasn't able to give Brown much when he came
for my statement," Blair asked and Simon moved to sit in the chair he'd brought
in only a few days ago.
"There was a small incendiary device attached to your office door. An amateur
who was lucky not to kill himself made it. If it had worked right you'd both
have been vaporized as well as half the building. We were lucky it just produced
a relatively small explosion," Simon kept it impersonal and was glad that Blair
did too.
"So, any idea who had access to the stuff to make this?" Blair asked, ignoring
the waves of anger and outrage pouring off Jim.
"That's the kicker - its all stuff you can buy from a hardware store or garden
center. The guy was trying to make something called anfo - basically it's
fertilizer mixed with fuel and set off with a detonator. Very powerful stuff,
but this time he got the proportions wrong. Enough fertilizer to make a boom,
but too much fuel - hence the fireball," Simon replied, "And the scary thing is
that Taggert found a web site that tells you how to make this stuff - and a lot
of other things too."
"So did anyone claim responsibility for it? Was this aimed at me or was it a
statement?" Blair asked, soothing Jim by rubbing his arm slowly. Jim's jaw was
clenched, so Simon knew it wasn't working. This dispassionate discussion was
upsetting the Sentinel and the Ranger was also mad. The Detective was paying
attention though, probably so the other two aspects of Jim's personality had
some information to go on when he went after the guy who'd done this.
"No," Simon kept the reply short and Blair nodded.
"Stop it," Jim growled, "Stop treating this like it happened to someone else."
"Jim, I'm well aware of who got hurt here," Blair said quietly, "A pity party
isn't going to help anyone here - so suck it up, man."
The anger and frustration in his voice was evident and Jim squeezed the hand
that still held his.
"Sorry, Chief. If I'd paid more attention I might have been able to stop you
before you opened the door," Jim sighed, "We wouldn't be in this mess."
"So you're confessing to making the bomb - is that what you're doing? 'Cause I
better not be hearing guilt over there Jim. There is no way this is your fault
and I can't spare the energy to pull you out of the Ellison Guilt Pit," Blair
growled and Jim shook his head. Blair couldn't see him - couldn't read his face
and eyes like normal to see what Jim was really feeling. It would be up to Jim
to make the connection now - with his voice. Jim sighed - that was Blair's job,
and the other man was so good at it.
"I…" Jim swallowed hard and thought carefully, "I guess I feel angry that you
got hurt so bad and there's nothing I could have done to stop it."
Simon nearly fell off his chair - Jim Ellison actually volunteering his emotions
and articulating clearly why he felt that way?
"Simon? Are we in the right room?" Blair was grinning, "'Cause that doesn't
sound like Jim at all."
"I must have taken a wrong turn. Sorry Sandburg," Simon grinned back and Jim
chuckled at them, rubbing his thumb over Blair's hand.
"You're tired," Jim told the man in the wheelchair and looked over at Simon,
"Take him back to bed, Simon. I'm allowed up this afternoon - I'll come see you
then, Chief."
"I look forward to seeing you then Jim," Blair grinned as Jim groaned at the pun
and Simon shook his head. He disengaged the brakes and carefully pushed the
chair out into the corridor.
When the Nurse pushed Jim into Blair's room on the burns ward Blair was standing
by the window, facing out.
"Hey, Blair - you have a guest," the Nurse said cheerfully, "Good view?"
"It's all the same to me," Blair quipped back and the Nurse chuckled, patted Jim
on the shoulder and engaged the brakes. Jim waited until she was gone and leaned
forward a little.
"You ok?" he asked immediately. Blair smiled and nodded.
"Feeling fine," Blair replied, "And check your brakes - one of them isn't
engaged."
Jim checked and freed the fold of blanket that was stopping the brake from
engaging.
"How'd you know that?" Jim asked and Blair shrugged his shoulders.
"I heard the squeak when your weight shifted in the chair - it wasn't a weighty
squeak. Repress a sense and the others come on line even stronger - like you
already know," Blair's voice was amused. Jim bowed his head in sadness, but made
his voice sound amused too.
"I guess so - does that make you the Sentinel and me the Guide?" it would be
easier to lie to Blair now - and Jim hated that he'd just done it now. He vowed
not to do it again.
"Nah, your job is safe," Blair replied. He wanted to raise the problem of where
he would stay once the hospital released him, but didn't want to hurt Jim.
"Spit it out Blair - I can see something on your so called mind," Jim kept his
voice calm. Blair folded his arms across his waist and sighed.
"I've made arrangements to stay in a hostel attached to the hospital when I'm
released tomorrow. I won't get final word on the burns to my eyes for a few
weeks and…"
"No," Jim struggled up and walked over to Blair. The Sentinel put his hands on
either side of Blair's neck and rubbed his thumbs along Blair's jaw, "You're
coming home with me, Chief. I know you'll be all right and I know that I won't
have strangers looking after you when I could be doing it. I'm still on leave
and I want to take care of you - and we can use the time to find out who did
this to you."
"Jim, you don't want to nurse a crock like me…" Blair began but Jim put a hand
over his mouth lightly.
"You stuck with me during the Golden," Jim said plainly, "And you taught me the
Bat Echo Trick - which I expect you to use, by the way. How could I abandon you
to strangers now? You're coming home with me and that's final. I'll sign out AMA
tomorrow morning and we'll go home together, partner."
"I knew that Bat Echo Trick would backfire," Blair mumbled and some of the
tension left his body. Jim would take care of him - Jim always did.
"Suck it up, Sandburg," the response was said lovingly - in a macho repressed
kind of way.
Three days after the bomb went off Blair and Jim were released from the
hospital. A community nurse would visit Blair daily to change his dressings and
help the young man with bathing - Jim had arranged it, knowing Blair would be
less embarrassed if a stranger helped him instead of his roommate. She would
come by early in the morning - leaving them free for the rest of the day.
Simon drove them home and carefully ushered them inside. Blair was a little
shaky, but determined not to be dependent or clingy. Jim was having none of it
and kept a hand on Blair all the time.
"I don't believe this," Simon groaned when he saw the 'out of order' sign on the
lift, "Jim why is it that the lift hardly ever works?"
"Karma," Blair replied, and turned instinctively for the stairs, "Take it easy,
ok Jim. You just got out of hospital and I don't think Simon wants to carry you
when you pass out."
"Darn straight," Simon agreed, "We'll just leave you there till you recover."
Blair gripped the handrail carefully and started up the stairs at an easy pace.
Jim grumbled about the fact that he was not about to break - he'd been bruised
and concussed not killed - as he followed Blair up the stairs. Simon joined in,
watching Blair like a hawk but disguising it by telling Jim to grow up and be a
man. Blair laughed once or twice as he moved carefully, trying not to pull on
burned skin or stumble on a riser.
Simon got his men settled on the couch and then left for work, exhorting Jim to
take care of his partner, and telling Blair to keep Jim in line.
"Right," Blair said as soon as the door closed, "We'll give him an hour to get
well clear and then head to my office. Even after a few days you might be able
to pick up a few clues that forensics missed. Are you all right to drive or
should we get a cab?"
"Sandburg - you're not going anywhere," Jim protested, "I'll go look at your
office, but you're staying here."
"Like hell I am," Blair grabbed Jim's wrist - his hand lashing out like a
rattlesnake to grasp the target, making Jim wonder how Blair knew exactly where
his wrist was, "Jim, I won't break. Nor will I cower in the loft while life goes
on. Remember the Golden? You kept pushing me to let you work - to try and
recover some sense of normalcy."
"You never let me push beyond a certain point," Jim retorted, "And did you think
I didn't know how you spent the night on the floor near the bed in case I needed
anything? In case I had a problem that the doctors hadn't predicted?"
Blair hung his head a little, embarrassed that his friend had discovered the
things he'd done. Blair didn't regret caring for Jim, but knew the older man
liked his privacy, so he tried to keep the caring as subtle as possible.
Obviously he'd been noticed anyway.
"Did you think I didn't notice that you were willing to spend the rest of your
life with me if things were permanent?" Jim's voice sank to a near whisper and
he put an arm around Blair, "I noticed, Chief. I noticed."
"Have you noticed that I face the same dilemma? I don't expect you to sit by me
at night, but damn it Jim I have to know that I can keep going - that life isn't
over for me. The best way to do that is to keep on living - like helping you
investigate this whole mess," Blair's breathing was uneven and what Jim could
see of his face was pinched. Jim sighed and rubbed gently at the shoulder his
hand was resting on.
"Ok, Chief," Jim conceded, "But will you promise me that you'll take it easy? I
don't want to see you hurt again."
"I'll take it easy," Blair promised, "A nice easy walk to my office and back
home again - ok?"
"Ok, but we'll drive, not walk," Jim sighed, resigned to losing this argument
with his Guide. After all Jim knew how it felt to be thrust into dependency and
the urge to reinstate some control in a situation that ultimately couldn't be.
He wouldn't begrudge Blair's attempt.
Five people were standing in the corridor outside Blair's office when Jim led
his friend down the corridor. Jim had the idea that they were trying to break
in, but couldn't concentrate as he led Blair past a small knot of students. Led
was perhaps the wrong word - Blair walked along slightly ahead of Jim but to one
side. That allowed Jim to put his hand on Blair's back or shoulder to steer him
through crowds. Blair had been uncomfortable with the idea of walking arm-in-arm
or hand-in-hand with Jim - much to Jim's secret hurt. Was Blair embarrassed to
be seen with Jim like that?
"Hey, Teach," a dainty Asian man stepped away from the group and smiled at
Blair. The man was lightly muscled, the same height as Blair and dressed in many
layers of loud colors. Blair grinned at the voice and shrugged Jim off subtly.
"Tom, is everyone here?" Blair trailed a hand lightly along the wall as he
hurried forward.
"Yep - hail, hail the gangs all here," Tom replied and Jim watched as Blair used
the voice to gauge when to stop.
"April? I thought you were due soon?" Blair turned a little, as if looking for
her and the pregnant red head stepped out of the group to guide his hand to her
stomach. Blair rubbed at it gently, and Jim smiled. She wore a light coat over a
woolen dress that made her look graceful, even though her body was definitely
not its normal shape.
"Another three weeks," she agreed in a rich low voice, "But you're important
too, Teach. I wanted to help."
"Thank you, love," Blair smiled and she kissed his cheek in reply.
"Ok, stop feeling up the pregnant lady," the speaker was obviously a football
player - he wore the team jacket and was built like a truck. Blond hair cut in a
buzz cut freckles and a wide grin struck the eye immediately. What you only
noticed when you looked carefully was the intelligent gleam in his green eyes.
"You're just jealous Tiny," Blair retorted and Tiny moved up to hug him. Only
Jim heard the pained intake of breath as Blair was squeezed in the wrong place.
"Chief?" Jim blurted, "You ok?"
"Fine," Blair nodded over his shoulder as Tiny let go in a hurry and tried to
find a way to hold onto Blair without accidentally hurting him again. Blair
soothed the boy in the Guide voice and protested when the other woman whacked
Tiny on the arm.
"I'm not fragile Joanne," Blair protested, "And Tiny likes to hug."
"Sorry Teach," Joanne wore her hair in short spikes. She had a nose stud and
eyebrow ring as well as several piercings in each ear. Her clothes were torn and
layered - her fingernails were painted black and chipped. Blair put his free
hand out and she took it for a moment. Her face betrayed her worry and anger and
Jim decided on the spot that he liked her.
"That just leaves me," the last man in the group stepped over and joined his
hand around Tiny's. This man was average in height, average in clothes and
average in attitude. His black skin gleamed dully in the lights.
"As if I could forget you … what was your name again?" Blair joked and got a
laugh.
"I'm Peter," he protested and the others closed in, making Blair the center of a
gentle group hug. Jim clenched his jaw nervously and took a step forward when
Blair's muffled voice said 'uncle'.
"So I guess you were trying to use your sense of touch to pick the lock to my
door, Tiny," Blair said as they split away and Tiny nodded, glancing curiously
at Jim before focussing on Blair again.
"I tried piggy backing sight like you suggested, but it wasn't working," Tiny
sighed and Jim gaped at him.
"Another Sentinel?" Jim blurted and Blair shook his head.
"A heightened sense, Jim. I told you when we met that I had documented cases of
people with a single sense, or sometimes two or three," Blair replied, "Guys,
Jim can do by himself what it takes all five of you to do together."
"Man, I thought I had it rough when my one sense spiked. How do you handle all
five?" Peter mumbled and Jim pointed at Blair.
"Blair does it," Jim replied, "Sometimes he's the only thing keeping me out of
the nut house. I can't manage without him."
"Yeah, Teach is the best. He always knows what to do," April agreed and Blair
shook his head.
"You guys do the hard work. I just talk a lot," Blair dismissed himself and Jim
saw anger kindle in five other faces, knowing he looked the same way, "Lets get
into the office and take a look around, ok?"
Jim unlocked the door and went in first, taking a sensory snapshot of the room
to work through later. Then he let himself look at the damage. The shelves near
the door were scorched and blackened - their contents soggy from the chemical
extinguishers. Blairs desk was mostly untouched, but a fine layer of smoke lay
over everything. The window was boarded up and barely let in any light. The
walls and ceiling were also smoke damaged. The door was new and looked out of
place amongst the damage - Jim and Blair had picked up the keys from the front
office on their way in.
The smell nearly overwhelmed Jim and Blair put his hand on Jim's arm.
"Isolate the smells for me Jim - once you know what they are you can ignore
them," Blair murmured and Jim glanced bashfully at the five person audience and
then did what he'd been told to do.
"I smell the fire extinguishers and smoke… that soggy paper smell. Your shelves
near the door are toast, Chief," Jim looked down at the bandaged head. Blair
grimaced and nodded at the comment, but stroked Jim's arm and urged the Sentinel
to go deeper.
"I - I can smell the bomb …it's what I was smelling before, but I thought it was
the mop and bucket down the hall. Uh and there's this …fragrance. I …it's
familiar. Dammit!"
"Easy Jim," Blair soothed, "Just tag the smell in your memory and move on. Maybe
it's connected and maybe it isn't so just don't worry about it for now."
"Teach? It's an after shave I think," Peter spoke up, "I've smelt it before. I
don't know … maybe near the U? Or at work maybe."
"Peter works at Print World - they're a graphic design studio," Blair told Jim
who nodded in frustration, "Anything else you can smell?"
"Just you and your artifacts. Brown and Rafe were in here too and the forensics
crew. Taggert has been here recently. That's it," Jim reported and Blair nodded,
shifting his weight a little.
"Ok, lets go to sight," Blair told Jim firmly, "Find your center - take some
deep breaths and focus for me. I want you to look around carefully and note all
the disturbances in here. Track them back to their cause and then file them away
for future reference. I know we've lost the door but that will be at Forensics
at the station and we can look at it later. Tell me what's seriously out of
place here."
"Track what's out of place in the wilderness you call your office?" Jim forced a
lighthearted joke and Blair whapped him on the arm gently, as the others
laughed.
"The smoke patterns are wrong -like the window was open," April frowned, "Maybe
that's why you were confused Jim - the fumes were releasing and not really
enough to trigger your warnings."
Blair felt a shaft of pure relief - maybe Jim would be able to let go some of
his guilt now.
"I work out of Station Twelve," April grinned at Jim, "Sight and hearing come in
very handy when putting out fires."
"I thought I recognized you," Jim exclaimed and April nodded, "Which sense is
dominant?"
"Sight," April replied warmly, "It's my strongest. I'm kinda hoping that they
are the only senses that come on line for me. I really don't want to be able to
smell too well when changing diapers."
That got her a laugh and Peter vowed not to visit the kid until it was toilet
trained and Blair smiled a little, which was what Jim had been hoping for. Jim
swept the room again and then stood back against the wall while the others
conducted their own sweeps. He saw them tilt their heads and close their eyes
and stand still. Blair stood silently next to Jim, not Guiding at all. He was
not even a real presence in the room. It made Jim uneasy that the man who
usually reminded Jim of a force of nature was so quiet and still. The others
were all casting little glances at Blair too and Tiny kept biting his lip. Jim
decided it was time for a diversion.
"So, how many people are there in Cascade with heightened senses, Chief? Have
you thought of testing the water?" he asked lightly and got no response.
"Last count was one hundred and ninety eight," Joanne said absently, "But
there's a couple moving here next month."
"What?" Jim exclaimed. Tiny nodded in confirmation. The others straightened and
turned to face Blair, pride and affection on their faces. Jim realised that this
mixed group felt the same connection the Sentinel did to his Guide - and oddly
enough he didn't mind it. After all who better to tame raging senses than Blair?
"It's Teach. People move here so he can help them," Tiny told Jim, and Blair
snorted. This was the first sign he'd made that he was aware of his surroundings
in ten minutes and Jim was unnerved at the scorn in that one little sound.
"Yeah right," he scoffed, "People move here just to be near me? Tiny - words
fail me."
"Teach, why did my parents send me here?" Tiny straightened up and stood
squarely in front of Blair.
"Cause of that damn web site that Joanne maintains - Sense Ability," Blair
growled.
"That's right. They were hoping that I'd agree to meet you and you could help me
with the touch - I was in so much pain Jim. I'm sure you know what it's like
when it feels like water is acid and your clothes sandpaper."
"Yeah," Jim nodded. Tiny was trembling a little and his breathing was unsteady.
The others stood quietly, watching the scene unfold in front of them without any
involvement. It occurred to Jim that everyone in this room knew what it was like
to be attacked by your own senses.
"I'd been to so many different doctors and shrinks. I got here and I couldn't
handle it. I climbed up the clock tower, stripped naked and got ready to jump
off. Who stopped me, Teach?"
"I did," Blair said softly.
"Who saw the rashes and inflammation and helped me get control right there and
then?" Tiny demanded loudly.
"I did," the same soft inflection.
"Who saved my life," Tiny roared.
"I did," barely audible.
"Don't you forget it Teach. And the people who move here and the ones on the web
site - they all feel the same way. And I bet Jim does too," Tiny choked and
Blair moved, using touch - Tiny's strength - to soothe the boy.
All five people escorted Jim and Blair to the car and Jim drove home very
carefully. He was still reeling from Tiny's outburst and Blair was a silent
human shaped nothing in the passenger seat.
"I never realised … why didn't you tell me you worked with others like this?"
Jim asked at a traffic light.
"I … guessed you'd feel like even more of a lab rat if I told you that I worked
with such a large group of people," Blair's voice was flat and empty too. Jim
shivered and grabbed one of the lax hands in Blair's lap. He rubbed his thumb
over the back of Blair's hand as they drove.
"Chief - I know I bitch about the tests. But …I guess I learn a lot when we test
something. Not that I want to do more tests than we already do - I guess I
just…"
"Relax, Jim," Blair's voice carried a tiny smile in it, "I'll try not to let the
magnitude of that compliment go to my head."
"Good," Jim replied and kept in contact with his Guide for the rest of the
drive. Jim elected to lock his door and slide over the seat rather than let go
of Blair's hand. Blair didn't try to loosen the grip as Jim led the way inside
the apartment block, though he did let go once they were inside the loft itself.
Jim wondered again why Blair didn't like to hold his hand or arm.
"Point me at the bathroom man," Blair joked as he stepped cautiously in the
right direction, "Man I hope this isn't the week you decide to rearrange the
furniture."
"See why neatness is important now?" Jim cracked back and headed over to the
blinking answering machine, keeping track of Blair with his senses.
"You mean to tell me you want everything perfectly neat in case one of us goes
blind one day? Man talk about planning ahead," Blair teased over his shoulder,
one hand now trailing along the wall. The machine beeped and played back the
first message.
"Hey Teach. Do you like the dark? Do you like being dragged around like the
loser you are? I'm glad you lost your sight…" a low voice snarled but Jim didn't
hear any more as Blair caromed off the doorjamb in shock and fell to the floor
in a painfull sobbing heap.
"Blair!" Jim raced over to cradle his sobbing partner in his arms. Blair twisted
in Jim's grip so his face was pressed to Jim's chest and shuddered with huge
wracking sobs. It hit Blair that all the positive thinking in the world wouldn't
heal his wounds and no matter how much Jim tried to deny it Blair's days as a
Guide were severly numbered if this was permanent. Jim's arms were like iron
around Blair and for a moment he thought - just a moment - it would be ok to let
go.
"What if it's forever?" Blair choked out - the first negative thing he'd said
since Jim woke in the hospital. Jim shrugged aside his own doubts and became the
rock for Blair.
"Its going to be ok, Blair. I've got you partner. I'm here. You're safe now
Buddy," Jim crooned, holding Blair close and rocking gently in time with his
words. The tape ended and the machine beeped before falling silent. Blair's sobs
slowed and calmed a little - Jim didn't loosen his grip or stop speaking,
calling his Guide to a safe place.
When Blair got it together he stirred a little in Jim's arms and straightened
away from the Sentinel. Jim let go reluctantly and watched as Blair swept his
hands over the sodden bandages.
"Still gotta go to the bathroom," Blair mumbled and Jim stood, carefully pulling
the blind man to his feet. Jim made a show of lining Blair up with the door
exactly and Blair rewarded him with a weak chuckle as he shuffled inside and
closed the door. Jim waited until he heard Blair find the toilet and then
hurried to call Simon.
"I hate to ask this Jim, but can you bring it in?" Simon's voice betrayed his
stress, "We've got a situation at the cannery on West side and all available
units are there."
"What sort of situation?" Jim asked sharply, "Simon?"
"Hostages - some night janitor got sacked for being stoned on the job and he's
come back with a lot of reefers and a rifle. I don't want you anywhere near it
Jim - everyone on site is wearing masks for the smoke and knowing our luck you'd
still get stoned. Blair's in no condition to be in the field at the moment - let
alone a potential gunfight. Bring it in to the station and get the labs started
on processing it. And get me a copy. We'll go over it later - you know," Simon's
voice faded out for a moment as he turned his head to answer a voice in the
background and Jim sighed. His instinct to serve his tribe was warring with his
instinct to protect his Guide. Jim's jaw clenched - his Guide came first -
without a Guide the Sentinel was helpless.
"See you soon, Simon. Be careful," Jim conceded and Simon cut the call short
gratefully. Blair came out of the bathroom and Jim looked him over carefully.
"I'll have to change the bandages, Chief," Jim said gently and Blair nodded. He
fumbled for a kitchen chair and sat down without speaking. Jim collected what he
would need and then started unwrapping carefully.
"Simon asked us to bring the tape in," Jim said as the last of the wrappings
came away. He carefully avoided looking in any great detail at the ugly burns
and blisters as he dried, salved and then wrapped his friend's face. Jim did not
want to remember with Sentinel clarity the damage to his Guide's face. If this
was a permanent injury Jim wanted to remember Blair as he was before the bomb.
Irrationally Jim believed if he just didn't look now it wouldn't be permanent.
"Sure," Blair agreed, "I assume you mean we're both going in to the station."
"If you're up for it. I'm going to back off Chief - you do what you think you
can handle. All I ask is that you listen to me if I think otherwise," Jim
secured the bandages and Blair sighed. He caught Jim's hands and smiled. A
little of the usual warmth shone through there and Jim was glad to see it.
"I will listen," Blair promised, "Thank you for trusting me."
"That's the easy part, Chief," Jim murmured and pulled Blair in for a gentle
hug, "That's the easy part."
The siege ended happily - very happily for the very stoned hostages in fact -
and Simon headed for the station grimly. The last thing he needed was to deal
with a pissed off Sentinel and his helpless Guide, but Simon figured he owed it
to Blair not to flinch from this.
As Simon and the other detectives filtered out of the lift and into the bullpen
they were met with the last sight they expected to see. Jim Ellison was no where
to be seen and Blair was sitting at the computer, touch typing rapidly. The
phone was held in the crook of his neck and he was making affirmative noises as
he typed. Simon realised with a jolt that Blair was typing whatever the person
on the other end of the phone was saying - and at the speed they were saying it
too.
Taggert nudged past Simon and headed for the desk that was slowly becoming his.
Rafe and Brown followed, making a little noise to let Blair know they were
there, but not enough to make things difficult. Jim appeared from the direction
of the bathroom down the hall and the others greeted him.
"Who's he talking to?" Brown gestured at Blair and Jim grimaced.
"A witness in the Fell case. He finally called in, but is out of town tomorrow.
Blair volunteered to type his statement and the guy's coming in tomorrow morning
to sign it," Jim frowned, "I just pulled the program up on the screen and left
him to it."
"Damn - what does the guy have to do to get out of your paper work?" Rafe teased
and Jim pretended to consider it. Simon finally headed for his office, waving
for Jim to follow. Jim made a 'duty calls' comment and headed in too.
"How is he, Jim?" Simon asked as Blair hung up and Brown headed over to help him
save and print the report. Jim watched too and tried not to hover.
"He's scared and hurt and worried and tense and in pain and…" Jim bit the words
off, took a deep breath and tried again, "He's doing as well as expected. Being
Blair he hides a lot and tries to do more than I think he should but … we're
getting there. I'm going to back off a little and he's going to take advice.
This call didn't help any."
"Do you have a copy?" Simon was glad of an excuse not to dwell on Blair's pain.
It made the Captain feel too damn helpless. Simon didn't like that feeling.
"Here," Jim produced a tape and Simon loaded it into the player he kept on his
shelves. He came to stand next to Jim who leaned forward in the chair a little
and nodded. Simon hit play and together they listened to the message.
"Hey Teach, do you like the dark? Do you like being dragged around like the
loser you are? I'm gad you lost your sight. I never thought you had true breadth
of vision. You're not the visionary most people think. Hey Teach, maybe the next
bomb will work right… click "
"Son of a bitch!" Jim growled in fury and Simon nodded as he rewound the hateful
message.
"Did he hear the whole thing?" Simon grated, looking out at Blair who was
talking to Taggert at Taggerts desk now. Jim shook his head and wiped his face
with a shaky hand.
"No - he walked into a door when the message started. He was too upset to focus
under my voice after that. He …he cried Simon. I held him in my arms and he just
... fell apart. I've never seen Blair lose it like that. Even the Golden didn't
knock him around that much. It scared me that he was so … vulnerable," Jim took
a deep breath and tried to shake the effects of the message off, "Play it again,
Simon. I want to hear it again - this time I'll try to isolate the background
noises and see if there's anything that will clue us in here."
Simon nodded and hit the play button again, this time going to stand next to Jim
in case he needed to stop the detective from going too deep. Jim leaned forward
and frowned as the message played again. At the end Simon sighed and moved to
turn it off. Jim's hand whipped out and grabbed Simon's wrist in a bruising
grip. Simon froze and stared at the seated man. Jim was zoned - totally blank
faced and motionless as he listened to the nothing on the tape. Simon found he
could just reach the player and turned the tape off, calling Jim's name as he
did in the hopes that the end of the tape and his voice would call Jim back from
the zone out. Nothing. Simon tried speaking quietly, in a calm voice that
usually reached his son Daryl when the boy was upset - no effect. Simon reached
out with his free hand and shook Jim gently, even slapped his cheek lightly,
only to have the grip on his wrist tighten.
"Sandburg!" Simon yelled and looked out at the bullpen. Blair got up from his
conversation at Rafe's desk and headed into Simon's office, navigating the route
from memory and sweeping a little with his hands out at his sides. He fumbled
with the door and closed it behind him. Rafe headed back to his desk - he'd
followed Blair silently the whole way in case of trouble.
"Yeah Simon?" Blair asked and Simon frowned at the other man. He sounded so
…detached not all himself. Would he be able to connect with Jim and bring him
out of the zone?
"Jim's zoned," Simon said urgently, "He's breaking my wrist where he's squeezing
it so hard and I can't get him back."
Blair used Simon's voice to find the two men and Simon reached out to guide the
other man closer. Blair dropped his hand on Jim's and stroked lightly.
"Jim, let go of Simon," Blair said firmly, his voice a warm velvet tone, "You're
hurting him, Jim. Time to let go now and follow my voice. Come back to me, my
friend. Come back where it's safe. Come on Big Guy, let go of your focus and
open those eyes of yours - I know they're closed. You were listening to that
nasty message and closed your eyes to concentrate didn't you? That's why you're
lost now. That's right, let him go - you're ok now. You need to follow my voice
back, Jim."
"Chief," Jim's eyes opened and he clutched at Blair's hands. Blair smiled and
rubbed his thumbs over Jim's hands. Simon was rubbing his freed wrist and
watching in awe as Blair did his thing.
"Yes, Jim, I'm here. Come on Big Guy. Come all the way back now. It's all over -
you're safe now," Blair's voice softened from firm to soothing. A few more
seconds of Guide speak and Jim was apologizing to Simon for the bruises and
Blair was standing silent next to his Sentinel.
"Really, Jim, it's ok," Simon sighed, "Did you get anything from the tape?"
Jim frowned and looked up at his silent friend in concern. Blair gave no sign
that he was paying attention to their words and that was scary. A still Blair
was a herald of the apocalypse as far as Jim was concerned.
"Uh … not really. I pretty much zoned out straight away," Jim confessed angrily,
"I'm sorry, Blair."
"I know," Blair soothed, putting a hand on Jim's shoulder, "I'll stay with you
and you can try again."
"I don't want you listening to that," Jim growled and Blair sighed. He began
stroking Jim's shoulder, much like you would a cat. Jim leaned into the touch
unconsciously - after a deep zone he always wanted more contact with his Guide.
"I won't listen," Blair murmured, "I'll be too busy trying to figure out if
you're ok to listen to it. Please, Jim. I know you think I can't handle this,
but I'm your Guide. It's a life contract and if the blindness is permanent…"
"Shhh," Jim stood and pulled Blair close, "This is one of those trials - right?
We have to find a new way for you to Guide me until your sight comes back. We
can do this."
Simon stood to one side totally forgotten. He was awed by the depth of trust and
… love that these two men showed each other. He realised that no matter what the
outcome of this case was Jim and Blair would stay as partners for the rest of
their lives. The bond was that deep.
"Simon?" Blair asked as he pulled away, "Are you ready to try this again? I need
you to run the tape for me."
"I'm ready," Simon nodded at Jim who sat down again. Blair put a hand on Jim's
shoulder and then held the other out, palm up.
"I want you to place one finger on my palm, Jim. When you zone you usually drop
your arms to your side - it's probably a protective gesture. I'll know you're
gone if the finger leaves my palm," Blair explained and Jim did as he was told.
He started to lean forward but Blair shook his head.
"You don't need to be closer Jim - let your senses do the work. That's what went
wrong last time - you were focussing your body but not your senses. Sit straight
and take deep calm breaths. Find your center and ready yourself. Simon, play it
now."
Simon almost missed the fact that Blair was talking to him - he was staring at a
very calm and relaxed detective. He turned and hit the play button before
turning back to watch Jim closely. Blair was unexpectedly relaxed - his stance
was free of tension. He had inclined his head towards Jim and stood with his
back to the player - almost as if he was denying the tape. Jim was gazing up at
him; one finger resting on Blair's palm steadily, his head tilted a little to
catch the sounds beneath the hateful words. The recorded click that signaled the
end of the call sounded over the speakers and Simon turned to shut it off. Jim
removed his finger and ran a hand over his face.
"The call came from a payphone on Rainer. They didn't disguise their voice very
well - sort of husked a little. Maybe we can check the security cameras on
campus - they cover the payphones. We know approximately when he called so that
should make things easier," Jim said firmly and Blair's face bloomed into a
brilliant smile. The one that made Jim feel ten feet tall and bullet proof.
"I'm always in awe when you do that," Blair complimented Jim, "Good work, man."
"I'll send Rafe and Brown over for the tapes," Simon headed for the door. Jim
frowned.
"We can go, sir - how will we explain to the others what we know?" Jim stopped
the captain and Blair stepped back, giving Jim room to get up and walk towards
the door. Blair turned to follow and stumbled into the chair. Jim whirled to
steady him and Blair caught Jim's arms, laughing a little breathlessly.
"Nice catch," Blair made to pull away and Jim frowned.
"Am I that awful that you don't want to be seen touching me?" the question
startled Jim even as he asked it. Blair sucked in a breath and shook his head
emphatically.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to drag me around," Blair blurted, "You
wouldn't let me lead you around with the Golden - I figured it was because you
were embarrassed to be seen so dependent on me. So I know you don't want to be
attached at the hip to some dependent wuss now."
"Jesus - where do you come up with this stuff from?" Jim groaned, "You're right
Chief - I was embarrassed to be so dependent when I was blinded by that damn
drug. I also knew that Simon would kick me off the case if I couldn't walk
around the bullpen without help. And I was right wasn't I - he nearly did kick
us off the case. But Chief, I wasn't embarrassed to take help from you - it felt
…safe to know that there was someone around who knew what I needed and didn't
think less of me because of it. I don't think less of you now you need me - and
I certainly wouldn't call you a wuss! If you want to hang on to me I'd be
honored."
Blair put a shaky hand on Jim's arm and Jim tucked it closed to his side,
covering the hand with his free one and daring Simon to make something of it.
Simon grinned, shook his head and sighed.
"Now that you've declared undying brotherhood and peace on earth, can we got
those tapes sorted out?" he growled and Blair laughed - not the usual full out
happy sound, but pretty close.
"On our way, Simon," Blair answered for them both and let Jim lead him out of
the room. They walked across to Jim's desk for their jackets, before heading out
to the lift with Blair's hand on Jim's wrist. No one in the bullpen so much as
blinked.
Campus Security was willing to hand over copies of the tapes and Jim drove them
home.
"It's late and you're tired, Blair," Jim argued as Blair pressed for them to
watch the tapes that night, "And truth be told so am I. I'll zone right out if I
have to watch any of these tonight. First thing in the morning we can get
started. Please?"
"Yeah, all right, Jim," Blair conceded softly and allowed his Sentinel to usher
him to the couch. Jim turned the TV on and selected the Discovery Channel for
Blair to listen to. Blair smiled at Jim and leaned his head back against the
couch while Jim headed for the kitchen. Jim's senses told him Blair was asleep
almost instantly and he smiled to himself before rummaging around quietly to
prepare dinner.
An hour later he woke Blair to eat and then put the burnt man to bed.
"Remember - I can hear you if you need me Blair. And I want you to promise
you'll wake me if you need to," Jim sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and
Blair took his hand.
"Jim, it felt good to work like that today. We're gonna make it through this - I
can feel it," Blair smiled and Jim gripped tightly, "Thank you for taking care
of me."
"Thank you for all you do for me. My God, Blair. Even blinded you can control
this thing better than I can. And the way you held up in Simon's office when you
had to listen to that tape - I couldn't have been that objective. I wouldn't
have zoned out if I could be objective about all this. So thank you Blair," Jim
replied and Blair leaned up for a hug, which Jim was all too willing to give
him.
"Sleep well Big Guy."
"Sleep well Chief."
The tapes weren't too helpful- the payphones were visible, but the customers
were anonymous people - even the ones who face the camera weren't identifiable
due to poor focus, bad angles, low light and in several cases hats worn pulled
down against the chill.
Simon received the negative report stoically and urged Jim to take the tapes
back to the University before heading into the station. Blair accompanied Jim as
always, walking a slight step ahead with Jim's hand on his back. Blair still
tried to be independent and Jim couldn't begrudge the anthropologist that - Jim
had been the same way when his eyesight had gone on the fritz.
Blair was oblivious to the stares the curious students and faculty sent his way
as Jim helped him pilot through the crowds but Jim wasn't - and glared hard at
anyone who looked too long or hard. Blair chuckled as they reached the security
offices and Jim asked what was funny as he reached around to open the door for
Blair.
"You, man - you'll scare our suspect off if you keep hitting people with the
Ellison Evil Eye. Relax - let them stare. And if they're saying anything then I
can't hear it and if you can you should dial your hearing down - what have I
told you about dialing right up on campus?" Blair turned to Jim and Jim swore he
was being looked at through the bandages. He ducked his head and sighed.
"Sorry, Chief. I guess I wasn't thinking too clearly," Jim confessed and Blair
put a hand on Jim's wrist - letting himself be guided by the Sentinel in to
reception.
They were taking a shortcut back to the truck when Jim froze and turned his head
sharply.
"Sandburg - there's that scent!" he murmured in a low voice and felt Blair's
hand tighten on his wrist.
"Take it easy, Jim. Focus and try to locate the scent. Remember it could just be
someone's deodorant - lets not go off the deep end here," Blair's voice was
calming. Jim nodded and took a deep breath, turning to face the strongest source
of the scent.
"This way," Jim moved off quickly, with Blair hurrying to keep up. His Guide
stumbled once, then matched his gait. Jim forgot the injuries to Blair's eyes
and Blair's voice rose a little, centering him and helping him focus as they
hurried past other people and buildings. The scent led to the faculty car park
and Jim finally spotted their suspect. He lurched forward into a run as the man
realised he'd been spotted and Blair's footsteps sounded behind Jim for the
first few paces before Jim sent his hearing after the suspect. They hit the edge
of the woods that surrounded this end of the campus and Jim plunged in without
second thought as Blair's voice urged him on.
He followed the scent into the woods where Blair liked to take his daily run -
Blair's preferred form of exercise. Part of the morning routine of going to Uni
included this run - Jim had joined him once or twice but found himself left in
the younger mans dust when Blair put the sprints on.
The branch connected solidly with the back of Jim's head and his last conscious
thought was to curse himself for getting involved with his memories and
forgetting the reason he was running through the woods in the first place - was
this a Sentinel thing, kind of a zone out?
Reality returned slowly and painfully. His head hurt, his arms hurt and he had
to go to the bathroom. Jim forced his eyes open and squinted around the dim room
he was lying in. His own cuffs were pinning his aching arms behind his back and
the rough concrete was digging into him through his clothes and leaching the
heat from his bones.
It was dark - the only light came from a filthy small window set up near the
ceiling. That meant he was in a basement somewhere. Jim tried to extend his
hearing but a sharp spike of pain drove him to the edge of consciousness and he
gasped, trying to control the pain dial as Blair had taught him. This was still
a new skill and worked better when Blair was nearby. His sense of smell flared
out of control and Jim plainly smelt the fixings of another bomb in the room
with him. He groaned- they'd found the bomber all right, but now they were…
Blair! Jim twisted around frantically, looking for his partner, ignoring the
pain caused by the cuffs cutting into him.
"He's not here," the voice on the tape sounded loud and Jim twisted to look. A
door at the top of a flight of stairs back lit his assailant and obscured his
features. Not that Jim needed to see them - he knew who this particular asshole
was.
"Once I took care of you it was easy to pick him off," the voice continued,
"Nice of you to leave him defenseless so I could finish the job. Way to think
ahead, Detective. Leave a blind man defenseless in an isolated area. I had a lot
of fun with him before I finished it…"
"No!" Jim screamed and tried to get up. He made it to his knees and then lurched
up heading for the bottom of the stairs. His tormentor slammed the door and
locked it. Jim slipped on the stairs and cracked his knee hard. He yelled in
pain and felt something pop. His head hit the next step and he passed out,
yelling Blair's name.
The attacker listened upstairs and resolved not to open the door again - at
least for another few days.
Blair realised he'd lost Jim just five steps into the car park and stopped dead.
He knew better than to yell for Jim - the Sentinel would have his hearing dialed
up and the yell could distract Jim at the wrong time. He stopped uncertainly and
dug in his pocket for his cell phone.
"Banks," the gruff voice soothed Blair's jitters a little - if he couldn't back
Jim up he could get someone out here that could.
"It's me," Blair said rapidly, "I'm at the Uni - in the faculty car park. Jim's
chasing our suspect - I've lost him, Simon but he needs backup. Can you come?
I'm really worried about him."
"On my way kid. Hang tough, I'll bring the cavalry with me," Simon agreed and
hung up. Blair listened to the dial tone for a moment and then sighed. He put
the phone away and took a few uncertain steps to the left. He had no point of
orientation and was totally lost in the car park. Jim had shaken loose when he
kicked into high gear and Blair was uncertain if they'd been running down the
middle of the road or along the edge of it. He wasn't really too keen to find
out the hard way.
"Teach?" Tiny's voice was very welcome and Blair gulped for breath before
calling his student over. Tiny put an arm around Blair and gently led him to the
edge of the car park. Blair told him breathlessly what had happened and Tiny dug
out his own cell phone and started calling.
Simon pulled up and got out of the car, followed by Taggert, Rafe and Brown.
They hurried over to Blair who smiled uncertainly and started talking as soon as
he heard their voices.
"They're in the woods somewhere, I'm sure that was the direction they were heading. Simon - he's not back yet and he should be by now. I mean if he caught the guy he'd be back by now, right? So something's happened to him - maybe he fell or something, Simon we gotta find him."
"Take a deep breath, Blair," Simon caught Blair's shoulders and squeezed in
comfort, "And something painful will happen to him when I catch up with him -
what was he thinking, leaving you behind like that?"
"He was thinking he wanted to catch the guy who planted a bomb in my office and
hurt us both," Blair replied, "He was doing his job."
Blair's voice was cold and firm. Simon didn't reply, accepting the Guide's need
to protect the Sentinel. Taggert and Brown headed for the woods while Rafe
looked around the car park. Tiny stepped over to Blair and put an arm back
around the other man, leading him away from the captain to a group of people who
had arrived after Simon. One of the women was pregnant.
Simon headed over to Rafe, who had nothing to report. Simon sighed, looked
around and nodded.
"Go after Brown and Taggert," he told Rafe, "I think they'll need help. I'll
stay with the kid and try to get things organized here."
"You got it, Captain," Rafe jogged off towards the woods, looking incongruous in
his suit and polished shoes. Simon looked at the five people standing with Blair
and wondered who they were and what they were discussing so intently. Blair was
speaking quickly and then letting the others speak their minds.
"Blair?" Simon called as he approached them. The conversation stuttered to a
halt and five people put Simon under the microscope. He bore the scrutiny with
his customary scowl and looked over at Blair.
"What's going on, Sandburg?" Simon growled, his hackles up. Blair stood still
and all five put a hand on his arm or shoulder.
"Simon - I haven't been completely honest with you," Blair sighed, "Jim isn't
the only person in Cascade with heightened senses."
"There are other Sentinels?" Simon scowled, "Are these people Sentinels too?
Does Jim know? What's going on here, dammit?"
"Simon, calm down," Blair sighed, "My friends here aren't Sentinels - as far as
I know Jim is the only Sentinel in America. When I met Jim I told him I had
hundreds of documented cases of people with one or two heightened senses. My
friends want to help me find Jim. We'll use their abilities to track Jim down -
just like he would if he were here."
"How are they going to track someone they've never met?" Simon growled - Lord he
hated this Sentinel stuff at times! The pregnant woman stepped forward.
"We met Jim when he and Teach were checking out his office. And Teach has enough
of Jim's scent on him to let us follow on."
"What's this us stuff? I'm the one with the super sniffer," a man spoke up and
Blair held up his hands.
"You're going to build a Sentinel," Simon blurted and could have died of
embarrassment right there. The five people just laughed at him and Blair shook
his head.
"So can we try this?" he pressed, "We need you to back us up, Simon. You're the
law here after all."
"Lets get it done then," Simon sighed, "Lead on, Sandburg."
Simon stood back and watched as the others surrounded Blair and he directed them
to extend their senses carefully. It occurred to Simon that he didn't know
anyone's name in the group, but then he realised that they wanted to be
anonymous to him. Not that it would be hard to track them down. How many heavily
pregnant women were there in Cascade? Not to mention football players, or wildly
pierced women?
Simon decided not to take his curiosity any further. Obviously they'd agreed to
use their talents because he already knew about Jim. This was a mark of the
faith they had in Blair and if Simon betrayed that faith Blair would kill him
and Jim would bury the body parts.
Blair was surrounded by the five, now, they walked around him in a rotating
group talking softly as they reported what their senses found. Blair was the
only fixed point in that group but he never stumbled once as someone always kept
a guiding hand on him and the reports included the terrain ahead. Simon stood
back a little and shook his head in awe as Blair kept up a continuous stream of
advice and questions.
Then they found the bloody branch. Blair lost it all for a moment there,
retreating into himself and shaking wildly as he tried to get a grip on his
fears for Jim. The football player wrapped Blair in his arms and rocked back and
forth, soothing him with touch and voice. Blair straightened after a long moment
and got them all moving again. Simon walked next to Blair now - holding his arm
protectively.
An hours walk through the woods brought them to the edge of the woods and one of
the yuppie suburbs that had sprung up on the edges of Cascade. Simon estimated
that a fit man could have made the walk in ten minutes or so - it was Blair and
the constant stopping for clues that slowed them down. The suburb was made up of
large blocks of land that allowed large houses with a 'woodsy' feel to sprawl in
privacy. It let the owners feel like they were living in a cabin in the woods
with all the convenience of being in a city. The place was referred to as
'Yuppie-ville' though officially it was called Foresters.
The five led Blair and Simon to a house close to the edge of the woods. It was a
large rendered ranch style house, painted white. Unlike it's neighbors it was in
poor condition, the garden over grown and the windows dirty. Everyone hid behind
a convenient hedge and Simon called in their location from his cell phone. When
he hung up he realised the five were also one their cell phones and he leaned in
close to Blair.
"Who are they calling?" Simon asked quietly - hoping that the people with
heightened hearing were too busy to listen to him. Blair shrugged.
"Backup I guess," he replied, and touched one of the men on the arm, "Stretch
your sight for me and see if you can find us a way in that will lead to Jim."
The man nodded and hung up from his conversation before turning to scan the
house. He leaned forward a little and Blair tightened his grip carefully. Simon
wondered why it was bad for Jim to lean, but not this guy, and then realised
that five heightened senses would increase the zone out factor, not decrease it.
After a tense moment the guy grunted.
"I can see Jim, he's on some steps - hand cuffs on. I think he hit his head
again," the guy frowned, "He's in the basement."
"There's no movement in there - I think it's empty. We're in luck - if we're
quick we can do this now," the pierced woman spoke up, "I can only hear one
heartbeat - it must be Jim."
"Teach - I can smell that chemical smell again - like the one in your office," a
second man spoke up and Blair shivered in reply.
"All I care about is getting to Jim. The rest of this can go to hell. Where's my
entrance?" Blair's voice was chilling in it's determination and Simon looked at
him in surprise.
"The back door will get us in - no reason to be fancy," the first guy said and
the football player gathered Blair close. Simon wondered idly why the big guy
was so touchy feely - then groaned silently at his own pun. Obviously the
football player had heightened sense of touch.
"Stay here Teach, while I go get him," the football player said and Blair shook
his head.
"A blow to the head will put his senses right out of whack. I need to be there
to get him back on line. You guys stay here while Simon and I go in."
There was an immediate protest lodged by the five and Blair sighed.
"You're not cops, guys. I can't risk you."
"You're not a cop either, Sandburg," Simon growled, "And may I remind you that
you're also blind as a bat here? I'll go get Jim, carry him out if I have to.
You can do your thing and we'll all be happy."
"He won't let you touch him, Simon," Blair protested, "I'm telling you …"
"And I'm telling you. Stay put. We'll be right out," Simon interrupted and
headed out before Blair could grab him. Part of him felt guilty at playing Blind
Man's Bluff with a blind man, and he promised himself to make it up to Blair
later. The back door was unlocked, and Simon wondered what sort of criminal was
so arrogant as to leave a door unlocked.
The door opened onto a disused laundry and Simon went through to the kitchen.
The door to the basement was in there and it was a moment's work to unlock it
and hurry down the stairs. Jim was unconscious at the base of the steps. His
knee was obviously swollen and the back of his head sported a nasty lump. Simon
rolled his best detective over to groans and winced in sympathy at the bruises
on Jim's face. Jim was restless now and trying to get away from the hands on
him.
"Easy, Jim. It's me," Simon soothed and tightened his grip a little. Jim
struggled harder and Simon frowned, then let go. Jim moaned again and subsided
to the floor. Now the intruding touch was gone the Sentinel retreated to
whatever world he'd been inhabiting. Blair was right - Jim was offline and
needed his Guide to get him out of there.
"Damn," Simon swore and tensed when footsteps sounded near the door. He pulled
his gun and knelt over Jim protectively. What was taking the back up so long?
"It's me, Simon," Blair called before stepping into view. The football player
was with him, an arm wrapped around Blair's waist protectively. He guided Blair
down the steps and Blair dropped to his knees next to Jim.
"Jim, it's Blair. I need you to get up for me, Buddy," Blair reached out and
Simon guided his hands to Jim's shoulders.
"Not here, not here," Jim moaned, but let himself be pulled up. Blair got his
feet under him and stood, then pulled. Jim struggled up, moaning in pain and
then returning to his mantra of 'not here'. Simon and the football player picked
him up under Blair's direction and Blair latched a hand onto Simon's coat to
follow them out. He pulled the back door shut behind them and the other four
stepped out from behind the hedge to help carry Jim back into the woods. The
pregnant lady led Blair by the hand, while he talked to Jim, trying to stop the
mantra from repeating itself over and over.
They came to the road and lay Jim down on their coats. Blair sat with Jim's head
in his lap, bent over and whispering to the injured man soothingly. After a
while the mantra stopped and Jim settled down. Rafe pulled up in Simon's car and
Brown and Taggert followed in Brown's unit. Some patrol cars pulled up too and
an ambulance. Jim and Blair were loaded into it and whisked away. The five
people who'd led Simon to the house stood a little distance away from the action
and talked quietly.
"Captain Banks," the pregnant lady called, "The owner of the house is headed
this way."
Simon's eyes widened and he urged the patrol cars out of sight. Taggert, Rafe
and Brown gave him a funny look, but hid obligingly when he growled at them.
They all watched as a car pulled into the private driveway of the house and the
driver got out. On the road more cars pulled over and people eased out quietly,
converging on the house.
"Cascade PD!" Simon identified himself as he stepped out. The suspect turned to
run and found himself met by a wall of unsmiling people. They stood shoulder to
shoulder, gazing at him with unnerving intensity. Simon stepped closer - sensing
the man was about to run or surrender.
After a long tense moment the suspect turned and offered his hands for the
cuffs. As Simon read him his rights the people all turned and left - still in
absolute silence. The five people who'd led Simon to the end of this case went
with them.
"That was weird," Rafe mumbled to Brown as they supervised the search of the
house.
"SOP when dealing with Sandburg and Ellison, my boy, SOP," Brown mused and led
the way down to the basement.
"Who the hell did we just arrest anyway?" Rafe frowned as he looked at the bomb
factory that had temporarily been Jim's prison.
"Some guy by the name of Paul Castle. Apparently he works at the Uni," Brown
shook his head in disgust, "Look at this. What kind of person thinks that
blowing up innocent people is a good idea?"
"Only a moron," Rafe agreed, "What was his beef with the kid?"
"I guess we'll have to wait for Captain Banks to get that out of him. Five says
it only takes ten minutes."
"No way man …"
Jim didn't really want to wake up. It wasn't the pain of his injuries that had
him worried - it was reality itself. Blair was dead - his captor had told him so
- and it was Jim's fault. He'd abandoned his blind partner without second
thought.
"Blair," Jim groaned as he lost the battle to stay under.
"Right here, Jim," the loved voice was close and Jim shook his head.
"No," he argued and heard a soft chuckle. A familiar touch soothed him.
"Open those wonderful eyes Jim. I'm right here. What makes you deny my existence
today, hmm?" Blair's voice expressed his confusion and Jim's eyes snapped open.
There was his Guide, bandages and all.
"He said you were dead," Jim blurted and snatched Blair to his chest. Blair
huffed in surprise and then let Jim hold him close, exorcising his fears. Jim
could smell that they were in the hospital - he couldn't spare a glance to
confirm that as he drank in the sight of Blair. He opened his mouth and let the
words tumble out - what Castle had said to him about Blair and his own
realization that he had indeed left his blind partner behind to fend for
himself. Blair let him get it all out, making soothing noises and leaning into
Jim's embrace trustingly.
"It's ok, Jim," Blair finally managed to get a word in, "We all make mistakes-
and I'm betting you won't make that one again. After the doctors deliver their
verdict on my sight we'll think up a way around this dilemma. How does that
sound?"
"Good," Jim mumbled and let Blair up. Blair smiled and held his Sentinel's hand.
"Castle confessed," Blair said quietly, "I just got the call. He was doing the
whole blow up parts of the campus thing as revenge. I'm not the only one who
didn't trust him or his skills. He had a list in the house of who he was going
after - Rafe found it near the bombs. You've been out of it all day - I was
really worried, Jim."
"I'm ok. He only hit my head," Jim mumbled and Blair laughed softly. Jim looked
at the swollen lump that was his knee and Blair squeezed his hand.
"The doctors x-rayed your knee. Nothings broken it's just bruised and swollen.
You'll be fine in a day or so, and back to normal in a few weeks," Blair told
him.
"How do you do that?" Jim spluttered, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Jim, you and I are partners. We live together, work together, train together
and play together. People have commented on how well we fit together. We can
work in small spaces without getting in each other's way because we have a good
sense of where the other is going to be. It stands to reason that with a bit of
thinking on my part I can figure out what's bothering you and try to help out.
Not always mind you - just sometimes."
"I can't tell you what it means to me that there is someone in the world who
cares enough to try and figure me out like you do," Jim sighed and Blair leaned
over for a hug. No further words were needed.
Epilogue
Jim held his breath as the bandages an dressings came off Blair's face. The past
month had been a combination of joy and fear for the Sentinel. Fear that his
Guide was forever blind and would use the injury to leave Jim far behind; joy
that he finally had an iron clad reason to spoil his Guide rotten. Blair had
undoubtedly noticed that and purposefully kept any requests to a minimum,
leaving Jim to come up with his own form of telepathy to anticipate Blair's
wants.
Blair's face was red and white. The skin was alternately dry and wrinkly. His
eyes were shut and the room had been dimmed to prevent discomfort. The doctor
urged Blair to keep his eyes closed while his skin was examined. Blair's foot
tapped nervously the whole time - the doctor ignored it. He'd probably seen his
share of nervous tics in his time.
"I see some excellent healing, Blair. This is looking very good. I doubt you'll
even scar," the doctor smiled and patted Blair's shoulder, "Now, when you're
ready I want you to open your eyes. There will be some discomfort, but just take
your time and work through it."
"Ok," Blair licked his lips nervously and blinked his eyes open for a second.
The doctor kept up a steady stream of encouragement and after a few minutes
Blair's eyes were open. He turned his head from side to side and flinched away
from the hand Jim put on his shoulder.
"Blair?" Jim pleaded. Blair blinked a few times and frowned.
"Hey - that's my shirt you're wearing!" he exclaimed in delight. All Jim could
do was laugh. All was right with their world again.
End
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