Title: Coyote Talks
Author: Lady Bethia
Series: Partnership Series
E-Mail: lady-bethia@yahoo.com
Pairings:
Ratings: PG 13
Warnings: Mild Adult Language
Disclaimers: I do not own the Sentinel - Pet Fly Productions does. I am
just borrowing the characters and abilities. And I promise to return them
in good order maybe. I am making no money off this either it's just for
fun. Thanks to Susan Foster for getting me hooked on Sentinel/X-Men
crossovers. This is my retelling of how and where Blair and Jim first meet.
It is set in an AU where the X-Men exist as well. Though in this chapter
there will be no mention of the X-Men.
Summary: Jim is forced to go on vacation by Simon because of his erratic
behavior. His senses have been going ballistic because of a two week stake
out in the woods. He went to the hospital to be checked out but the doctors
could not find anything wrong with him.
COYOTE TALKS
Chapter 1: Bad Day
Alright, alright! I'll go on vacation Sir." Jim growled at Simon as he threw up his hands in defeat. He was tired, just plain tired of having the same old fight with Simon. Why couldn't Simon see that this was not helping? Everything that could possible go wrong for him had for the past year. First, Carolyn asked for a divorce from their failing marriage. Then his partner got killed. Now his body was conspiring against him. Food tasted wrong, strange smells, irregular temperatures, every little noise sounding like a gun shot and worst of all the headaches from his light sensitive eyes.
He was really beginning to think he was going crazy after all. Even the doctors had to admit that they could find nothing wrong with him physically and thought it might all be in his head.
"Good, now, where do you plan to go?" Simon demanded as he sat back in his chair and stared at his best detective, number one pain in the ass and friend. He stuffed a half smoked unlit cigar in his mouth and gave Jim his full undivided attention. Simon was not allowed to smoke in the office any more but he still carried his cigars around as a sign of his rebellion against this particular rule - No smoking in any governmental building.
"Hell, I don't know yet Sir. Give me some time to think about it." He replied as he began pacing up and down like a caged jungle cat.
"Stop that," Simon commanded as he pointed out that Jim had started pacing again with a wave of his hand. "You have until tomorrow afternoon to tell me where you're going," he said through teeth clenched around the cigar, "or I will make your vacation plans for you. Do you understand? Now get out of my office and do some work while you are still here." Simon barked affectively dismissing Ellison.
"Sir, yes Sir," said Jim in full military voice and action as he left the office in a worse mood than when he went in. It wasn't bad enough that his case load had doubled since the death of his partner. Now, he was hearing and seeing weird things again like when he was in Peru. The black jaguar was stalking him again. And if he told anyone about it they would put him away for good.
Jim stomped over to his desk and sat down heavily. He glowered at the pile of files like they had personally offended him. The files did not take the hint, of course, so Jim decided that he would go home and try and get some work done there. The bullpen was just too full of distractions and noise. Furthermore, the lights were giving him a worse headache than he had had in several weeks.
"Hey, Jim. You ok man? You don't look so good." Henri, the grunge detective, asked.
He and Rafe had taken to keeping a very close eye on him. It annoyed Jim that they felt that he should have a babysitter but he also knew they meant well. But right now he wanted them out of his face. Jim looked up at Henri and his partner Rafe, the GQ wannabe, and gave them his coldest glacial glare. "I am fine." He growled belligerently at them as he stood up, collected some of the case files, his coat and left.
"Gees, did it just go to 20 below in here or what? If he doesn't snap out of this he's gonna have to be committed for our safety." Henri replied following the formidable detective with his eyes out the door of Major Crime bullpen.
"You've got that straight. Maybe we should talk to Simon about him?" Rafe asked in a very concerned voice. He was at wits end trying to find a way to help his friend. "He needs some help and it looks like he won't ask for it."
"No Simon knows. He'll take care of him." Henri replied. "At least I hope he does man."
"I hope so too. We need him too much here to have him completely fall apart." Rafe confessed. "Damn I wish Pendergrast," Jim's dead partner, "was here. Jim really needs him. He is just too much for us to handle when he blows."
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"Son of a bitch!" Jim yelled as he swerved because some of the lights in the on coming traffic were too bright for him, to Jim's eyes the regular headlights looked like high beams. "Damn fools are you trying to kill people!"
Jim finally turned off of Prospect Avenue and into the parking lot of the loft without killing or damaging anyone or thing, though it had been close a couple of times. Jim wasn't the best driver on a good day but when he was sick with a migraine he was ten times worse.
Inside the building, he approached the elevator on the ground floor to find that it had another sign on it, this time it said, 'Out of order- for the 5th ****ing time this month!' Jim snickered. He was very tempted to buy the whole building just to make sure the elevator worked all the time. But he wasn't sure that a working elevator and the undying gratitude of his fellow tenants was a good enough reason to open the trust fund that he was pointedly ignoring. He wanted nothing from his old man least of all his money; money that may well have been partially earned illegally if rumors were to be believed.
'At least everything else about the building was in good repair and the neighborhood was still good,' thought Jim.
Once inside of the apartment, Jim began to methodically divest himself of his coat, shoes and keys. The coat went on the hook beside the door. The shoes were lined up under the coat and the keys went into the basket on the bookcase beside the door. With that ritual done, he then went over to the kitchen table and put down the files he brought home from work.
Feeling too restless to start working on the cases immediately, he prowled around the apartment. Looking at everything touching everything, he went from one room to the next until he ended up on the balcony outside of his bedroom window. He scanned the area around the loft. He knew he was missing something, something important and it was killing him because he could not find it or even figure out what it was.
Soon though his stomach growled and woke him from the light zone he had fallen into as he stared out at the city surrounding his third floor loft. So, he walked back into the apartment and down the stairs to the kitchen to make a snack when he looked at the clock and realized that three hours had passed. 'God I am loosing it. I was on the balcony for three hours.' He thought in alarm.
He turned and glanced back up the stairs because he thought he felt someone watching him and then did a double take. "What the hell?" He said as he thought he saw the black Jaguar climbing the stairs to his room. "Damn I am going nuts." He said with a sigh. Wiping his eyes and shaking his head, he went into the kitchen to fix a late dinner.
Dinner was another frozen tasteless box alone methodically eaten and not enjoyed. He was feeling sorry for himself and his so called life. He moved as one who simply had to get the task over with to start the next.
'Carolyn I wish you were still here,' he thought dejectedly before getting up, throwing the empty frozen dinner package away, washing the silverware in the sink, putting it away and going into the living room.
Making up his mind to get this vacation thing over and done with, he stomped over to his desk and pulled open the map drawer. He closed his eyes and reached in and took out a map. Upon opening his eyes, he discovered that he had pulled out a map of Colorado. 'Well at least Colorado is an interesting state.' He thought.
He very carefully opened the map and taped it to the wall over the dart board which was the only thing hanging on the walls of the loft. Reaching over to the dart case sitting on the bookcase, he pulled out a dart and walked to the middle of the room. He closed his eyes and threw the dart. "Wherever it lands on the map, is where the hell I'm going." Jim stated morosely.
The dart landed on Mesa Verde National Park.
Now he could go to bed and in the morning he could tell Simon to climb off his back. Having decided where he was going for his vacation, he planned to go to the bookstore in the morning and get some travel books on Colorado. So, he went to bed exhausted but relieved and was finally able to get some restful sleep.
Now that plans had been set in motion, the jaguar could happily go about his business since his person was now the right path.
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The next morning found Jim standing, like a prisoner waiting for release, in front of the Waldenbooks Store at the Old Brook Mall waiting for it to open. When they did, he headed straight to the travel section and picked up a couple of books on Colorado. Finally, he could plan this trip and get it over with. "Though I don't know how much this vacation is really going to help me." He muttered to him self.
Jim left the store with his purchases feeling a little bit better now that he had accomplished something even if it was only to make is Captain and friend happy. Suddenly he was startled out of his almost happy thoughts of getting Simon off his back when he heard a strange purring sound behind him. Quickly turning around, he saw the shadow of a large cat slink around the corner away from him down a service corridor. Jim ran after it only to find it had disappeared. 'Damn it. I really am loosing my mind.' Jim thought as he rubbed his hand through his hair on the top of his head and left the mall to report to Simon about his plans.
COYOTE TALKS
Chapter 1: Bad Day
Alright, alright! I'll go on vacation Sir." Jim growled at Simon as he threw up his hands in defeat. He was tired, just plain tired of having the same old fight with Simon. Why couldn't Simon see that this was not helping? Everything that could possible go wrong for him had for the past year. First, Carolyn asked for a divorce from their failing marriage. Then his partner got killed. Now his body was conspiring against him. Food tasted wrong, strange smells, irregular temperatures, every little noise sounding like a gun shot and worst of all the headaches from his light sensitive eyes.
He was really beginning to think he was going crazy after all. Even the doctors had to admit that they could find nothing wrong with him physically and thought it might all be in his head.
"Good, now, where do you plan to go?" Simon demanded as he sat back in his chair and stared at his best detective, number one pain in the ass and friend. He stuffed a half smoked unlit cigar in his mouth and gave Jim his full undivided attention. Simon was not allowed to smoke in the office any more but he still carried his cigars around as a sign of his rebellion against this particular rule - No smoking in any governmental building.
"Hell, I don't know yet Sir. Give me some time to think about it." He replied as he began pacing up and down like a caged jungle cat.
"Stop that," Simon commanded as he pointed out that Jim had started pacing again with a wave of his hand. "You have until tomorrow afternoon to tell me where you're going," he said through teeth clenched around the cigar, "or I will make your vacation plans for you. Do you understand? Now get out of my office and do some work while you are still here." Simon barked affectively dismissing Ellison.
"Sir, yes Sir," said Jim in full military voice and action as he left the office in a worse mood than when he went in. It wasn't bad enough that his case load had doubled since the death of his partner. Now, he was hearing and seeing weird things again like when he was in Peru. The black jaguar was stalking him again. And if he told anyone about it they would put him away for good.
Jim stomped over to his desk and sat down heavily. He glowered at the pile of files like they had personally offended him. The files did not take the hint, of course, so Jim decided that he would go home and try and get some work done there. The bullpen was just too full of distractions and noise. Furthermore, the lights were giving him a worse headache than he had had in several weeks.
"Hey, Jim. You ok man? You don't look so good." Henri, the grunge detective, asked.
He and Rafe had taken to keeping a very close eye on him. It annoyed Jim that they felt that he should have a babysitter but he also knew they meant well. But right now he wanted them out of his face. Jim looked up at Henri and his partner Rafe, the GQ wannabe, and gave them his coldest glacial glare. "I am fine." He growled belligerently at them as he stood up, collected some of the case files, his coat and left.
"Gees, did it just go to 20 below in here or what? If he doesn't snap out of this he's gonna have to be committed for our safety." Henri replied following the formidable detective with his eyes out the door of Major Crime bullpen.
"You've got that straight. Maybe we should talk to Simon about him?" Rafe asked in a very concerned voice. He was at wits end trying to find a way to help his friend. "He needs some help and it looks like he won't ask for it."
"No Simon knows. He'll take care of him." Henri replied. "At least I hope he does man."
"I hope so too. We need him too much here to have him completely fall apart." Rafe confessed. "Damn I wish Pendergrast," Jim's dead partner, "was here. Jim really needs him. He is just too much for us to handle when he blows."
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"Son of a bitch!" Jim yelled as he swerved because some of the lights in the on coming traffic were too bright for him, to Jim's eyes the regular headlights looked like high beams. "Damn fools are you trying to kill people!"
Jim finally turned off of Prospect Avenue and into the parking lot of the loft without killing or damaging anyone or thing, though it had been close a couple of times. Jim wasn't the best driver on a good day but when he was sick with a migraine he was ten times worse.
Inside the building, he approached the elevator on the ground floor to find that it had another sign on it, this time it said, 'Out of order- for the 5th ****ing time this month!' Jim snickered. He was very tempted to buy the whole building just to make sure the elevator worked all the time. But he wasn't sure that a working elevator and the undying gratitude of his fellow tenants was a good enough reason to open the trust fund that he was pointedly ignoring. He wanted nothing from his old man least of all his money; money that may well have been partially earned illegally if rumors were to be believed.
'At least everything else about the building was in good repair and the neighborhood was still good,' thought Jim.
Once inside of the apartment, Jim began to methodically divest himself of his coat, shoes and keys. The coat went on the hook beside the door. The shoes were lined up under the coat and the keys went into the basket on the bookcase beside the door. With that ritual done, he then went over to the kitchen table and put down the files he brought home from work.
Feeling too restless to start working on the cases immediately, he prowled around the apartment. Looking at everything touching everything, he went from one room to the next until he ended up on the balcony outside of his bedroom window. He scanned the area around the loft. He knew he was missing something, something important and it was killing him because he could not find it or even figure out what it was.
Soon though his stomach growled and woke him from the light zone he had fallen into as he stared out at the city surrounding his third floor loft. So, he walked back into the apartment and down the stairs to the kitchen to make a snack when he looked at the clock and realized that three hours had passed. 'God I am loosing it. I was on the balcony for three hours.' He thought in alarm.
He turned and glanced back up the stairs because he thought he felt someone watching him and then did a double take. "What the hell?" He said as he thought he saw the black Jaguar climbing the stairs to his room. "Damn I am going nuts." He said with a sigh. Wiping his eyes and shaking his head, he went into the kitchen to fix a late dinner.
Dinner was another frozen tasteless box alone methodically eaten and not enjoyed. He was feeling sorry for himself and his so called life. He moved as one who simply had to get the task over with to start the next.
'Carolyn I wish you were still here,' he thought dejectedly before getting up, throwing the empty frozen dinner package away, washing the silverware in the sink, putting it away and going into the living room.
Making up his mind to get this vacation thing over and done with, he stomped over to his desk and pulled open the map drawer. He closed his eyes and reached in and took out a map. Upon opening his eyes, he discovered that he had pulled out a map of Colorado. 'Well at least Colorado is an interesting state.' He thought.
He very carefully opened the map and taped it to the wall over the dart board which was the only thing hanging on the walls of the loft. Reaching over to the dart case sitting on the bookcase, he pulled out a dart and walked to the middle of the room. He closed his eyes and threw the dart. "Wherever it lands on the map, is where the hell I'm going." Jim stated morosely.
The dart landed on Mesa Verde National Park.
Now he could go to bed and in the morning he could tell Simon to climb off his back. Having decided where he was going for his vacation, he planned to go to the bookstore in the morning and get some travel books on Colorado. So, he went to bed exhausted but relieved and was finally able to get some restful sleep.
Now that plans had been set in motion, the jaguar could happily go about his business since his person was now the right path.
**********
The next morning found Jim standing, like a prisoner waiting for release, in front of the Waldenbooks Store at the Old Brook Mall waiting for it to open. When they did, he headed straight to the travel section and picked up a couple of books on Colorado. Finally, he could plan this trip and get it over with. "Though I don't know how much this vacation is really going to help me." He muttered to him self.
Jim left the store with his purchases feeling a little bit better now that he had accomplished something even if it was only to make is Captain and friend happy. Suddenly he was startled out of his almost happy thoughts of getting Simon off his back when he heard a strange purring sound behind him. Quickly turning around, he saw the shadow of a large cat slink around the corner away from him down a service corridor. Jim ran after it only to find it had disappeared. 'Damn it. I really am loosing my mind.' Jim thought as he rubbed his hand through his hair on the top of his head and left the mall to report to Simon about his plans.
