Familiar Habits
"It is not a habit!" Blair yelled for the seemingly thousandth time. "I just like it."
Rolling his eyes heavenward Jim just smirked, "Whatever you say, Chief."
"It is not a habit!"
"I said OK. It's not a quote- habit- unquote."
"You don't believe me. You don't think I could stop if I wanted to. I could you know. I could stop anytime I want to, I just don't want to."
"I believe you, Chief. Who am I to doubt my Guide? Now can we PLEASE get back to work?"
"NO! I want to know why you don't believe me?!" Looking at Blair's red face, Jim Ellison couldn't help but snicker… which quickly turned into all out laughing.
Soon the two were laughing together and trying to finally do the work they had been arguingly putting off for the last five minutes.
Sitting in his office, Simon Banks looked up at the sound of laughter coming from the desk of his favorite detective team. Watching them, he had to smile at the odd couple they made. Jim Ellison, Mr. Dark-and-Brooding Himself, sat happily laughing with Blair Sandburg, The Eternally Cheerful Chatterbox. They looked about as opposite as two men could be. Jim was tall, strong, and had eyes that had been known to freeze criminal blood in its veins. Blair was short, slight of build, and couldn't hide his emotions if his life depended on it (as it often had). For all their differences though, the two men were perfectly matched and couldn't have hoped for a better friendship.
Staring at them through his office window, Simon smiled around the unlit cigar he clasped between his teeth. Whatever cases he received today, whatever atrocities were committed, these two could handle it. As long, he thought with a chuckle, as they didn't kill each other in the meantime.
"It is not a habit." Blair mumbled.
"Drop it."
"It is not a habit."
"OK"
"It isn't."
"Prove it."
"How?"
"Go one hour without doing it."
"Agreed, I will not make one tribal reference for the next hour."
"Good. Now we have work to do so let's get to it before Simon has a chance to decide we need more."
"Speaking of which, here he comes."
"So Blair, what can you tell me about this statue. It looks like some sort of tribal something. Got any ideas which tribe it might be? I wanna be able to tell Daryl if he ask."
"Simon, if I didn't know you better, I swear you and Jim were in this together."
"In what, Sandburg?"
"Ask Jim, I'm heading back to the loft to do some school work. Talk to you later."
"That was too easy, Jim."
"Why, Simon, do you want to apologize?"
"No way, I just think it was too easy."
"Remind me never to get you mad at me; you have a mean streak that makes even me look tame."
"That's why I am a 'Captain' and you are only a 'Detective'."
"Then, Oh-Great-And-Wise-Captain-Banks, I shall watch and learn."
"Good, now get back to work. Now that we've chased off your partner you get to finish all by your lonesome."
"You planned this didn't you?!"
"Yep, I have to have my detectives do at least some of their own work don't I?"
"You are a true sneak."
"Thank you, now get back to work."
" Simon."
"Bye, Jim."
Sitting back in his chair, Simon Banks just grinned. Life was good when you had friends, it was even better when they were also family.