LET IT GO
It was one of those rare and beautiful Saturday mornings in Cascade. Without being pressed to go to work Jim felt almost uneasy. He and Blair had lately spent so much time in Major Crimes that two days off seemed strange.
Between drinking his coffee and preparing what was not exactly a healthy breakfast, Jim looked up to see Blair walk into the kitchen. The young man looked utterly exhausted, his face almost white with dark shadows under his eyes like he hadn't slept for few night in a row. The Sentinel could see it. He was really worried, because it was clear that Blair was on the verge of collapse from fatigue. His young Guide really needed some time without working on cases, reading files and thinking non-stop about the evil committed by twisted human monsters. "Hey, Chief, you look awful. You didn't sleep again? I thought, we talked about this," Jim said, trying to keep his voice calm and to get the currently unfocused Blair to respond.
"Oh, morning, Jim. I'm fine, don't worry" Blair said tiredly and accepted the huge cup of honeyed herbal tea Jim handed him. "It's nothing. I just can't understand… I read your copy of the files one more time and I couldn't… Man, Jim, it's so unjust and unfair; they were such a beautiful couple. I need to understand, Jim. Why he did it, you know? I've been thinking about it over and over and… I still don't…"
Blair's voice trembled as he fought his emotions. He'd been raised to be tolerant, open to other people, to their sometimes strange behavior and not to judge. He'd already seen many things while helping Jim in Major Crimes but this was beyond his capacity to comprehend.
He couldn't understand why Derek Quay would break into a house, torment and then murder the inhabitants just like that. He hadn't even known them. The victims were newlyweds and had just bought the small house together.
Blair closed his eyes but even then he could see those battered blooded bodies and those bleak, lifeless eyes. He couldn't bear it. Or maybe it was tiredness that made his eyes water all of sudden and he sank down onto the chair heavily, grasping the warm cup like an anchor to the better side of the world. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
"I know, Chief, I understand too well. But sometimes it better not to know the answer," Jim said with a sigh, sitting next to Blair and taking a long sip of his black coffee. "What is the most important thing is that sick bastard was caught and is going to rot in prison. Chief, you have to let it go. You're practically dead on your feet." After a few silent minutes Jim got up and came back with Blair's breakfast and put it on the table then added, playfully ruffling his hair, "Eat up, Sandburg, and don't forget that today is a wonderful day. And we have two days without crime."
THE END