Although I offered to buy the whole franchise for a buck fifty, Pet Fly, Paramount, the Sci-Fi networks and various other individuals refused to sell me the Sentinel. I made no money off this story, which is logical since it is not worth any money. I humbly ask not to be sued since I lack the funds to put a stick of gum on lay-away.
High Priestess Lunatic
Desperate Times
Part One:
He could throw Blair out of the loft, send him away but that would not help. After three years James KNEW Blair Sandburg. Knew how he thought. How he reacted. He knew his friend was more stubborn than a contrary mule. When he got an idea into his head, especially when he though that James needed him, he held on to it like a pit bull with lockjaw. Nothing else mattered.
Throwing him out would not be enough. If he wanted Blair to be safe - even from him safe sepcially from him and his wolf killing dreams - he would have to put Blair somewhere. Someplace safe that even Blair Sandburg could not escape from, but Blair would never go voluntarily. He never thought of his own saftey as a priority.
The fact he still lived with James after the David Lash incident was proof enough of that fact.
James stopped stuffing Blair's clothes in to the cardboard box and sat down on the edge of the futon to think. Blair could get out of a safe house faster than Houdini from handcuffs. There was no police officer - local, state or federal who could contain Blair. Hospitals could only keep him if he were heavily sedateted. In fact the only people who had ever successfully held Blair were the psychopaths who kidnapped him.
James snapped his fingers.
Of course!
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Blair arrived at the loft to find the front door ajar. The last time that had happened a pile of genuine horse manure as tall as himself had been awaiting him. Considering the crimninally insane sociopaths that he and James rutinely delt with, Blair was not about ta take any chances. Especially when James and his gun were not with him.
Blair started walking backwards as softly as he could toward the elevator just incase someone really was waiting for him in the loft. As he went fished his micor cellular phone out of the pocket of his khaki cargo pants, and pressed the speed dial sequense. When he got to the depression in the wall where the elevator doors were he hid himself.
Blair stood with his back pressed against the cool metal doors of the lift holding the tiny telephone to his ear, glancing around the corner cautiously. The telephone rang seven times before it rolled over to Rhonda automatically.
"Hello this is the Cascade Police Department, Major Crimes Division how may I direct your call?" Rhonda asked politely.
"Rhonda it's me, Blair," Sandburg hissed in a hoarse whisper. "Jim isn't picking up and I think we've got an emergancy at here. I just got home and found the door was aready open, but the lights are off. I didn't hear anybody in there, but with our track record I'd rather err on the side of caution you know?"
"He proably turned it off because he's in there with Simon and two agents from the FBI. Where are you? Are you safe Blair?"
"Yeah, for the moment. I'm keeping watch on the front door. Don't worry, I've got the elevator behind me and the stairs in front of me in case I need a quick escape."
"Alright, let me connect you to Simons office."
Rhonda put Blair on hold. She stood up from her desk and knocked on Simon's door before entering at his rough bark.
"Rhonda what -"
"Blair's holding on line one. Someone broke into the loft Jim, Blair's keeping watch on the front door from the elevator."
James started to rise, but Simon waved him back in his chair. "Take the call here on the speaker phone."
Rhonda went back out, closing the door behind herself, to connected the call.
"Who is Blair?" Special Agent Hill, who was sitting across the table clutterd with survalence photgraphs and open folders from James asked. He looked from Simon at the head of the table to James and back to Simon.
"Ellison's partner," Special Agent Lomb answered drolly, looking at James with a disdainful smirk. "They even live together."
The telphone on the conference table started to ring. Simon quickly answered it before James could respond to Lomb's inuendo by pressing the red button on the panel.
"Jim?" Blair's nervous voice filled the room. The sound of his rapid heartbeat filled James' ears. " Are you there man?"
"Sandburg get out of there now!"
"But -"
"Go!" James commanded forcefully. "You don't know what you're up against and you're unarmed!"
"Alright, but send the calvary okay?"
"Ten four Chief, I'm on the way."
The elevator chimed before the doors slide open behind Blair. Keeping his eyes fixed on the front door Blair backed into the elevator slowly. He stopped when he bumped into a tall body. Turning swiftly he was face to pecs with a square jawed muscular man in a black suit, white shirt, thin black tie and reflective sunshades.
"Oh shit."
In Simon's office they heard the soft exclaimation clearly then the dull thud as Blair dropped the telephone. They heard the brief heated struggle. They heard Blair protest loudly, then Blair's prostest muffled. Then they heard nothing.
While James at the telephone for Blair to answer damnit - the elevator chimed and the doors slide shut again.
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This snippet came to me while I was supposed to be writing my Microbiology paper. Comments, Compact Discs and Christmas cards are welcome!
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