Hey this is my first attempt at a story of this type so be forgiving. I'm still working out how this will work so if you have any idea's please write to me.

Warnings: This is going to be a slash! Some incest probably involved (wincest and eppesest), but nothing on any level beyond kissing.

I do not own and am not making a profit.

"Ellison, Sandburg! My office now!"

Jim and Blair exchanged a glance. Ever since the thing with Blair's dis and the press conference thing had actually started to quite down. Blair had flown through his time at the academy, with all the time he spent as an observer and his natural hunger for knowledge helped.

Most were supportive and helped Blair with his classes and such in the academy, there was still some tension. It was like everyone was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Since neither Blair nor Jim could remember anything that would warrant a scream, the case they were working on was going great, it meant the other shoe had finally dropped.

Closing the door quietly behind them they stood waiting for Simon to say something, anything.

Simon just held up a hand indicating for them to just listen and pushed a button on the answering machine on his desk.

"Hi um... I'm not sure I got the right number here, but my name is Sam. I'm calling about my brother Dean. I... Oh God... I know that you said that your dis is a fake and all, but I thing you might be right about that whole sentinel thing. He was always really good at knowing exactly where I am and when I needed help, but lately it seems worse. He can't eat certain food anymore, the suns to bright, the sheets to... Sammy who are you talking to... No one Dean. Look I've got to go. My numbers 555-2563 call whenever." click

Blair and Jim exchanged a glance. Blair opened his mouth to speak.

"Ah just wait. There's more." Simon quickly interrupted.

"Hello I'm Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Look I know you said that the dissertation that Mr. Sandburg wrote was supposed to be a fake, but I think one of my agents is one of these Sentinels. If you could please help try 555-8642 or if you can't reach me, contact the NCIS and ask for me." click

"Hi... Oh God House is going to kill me for this! My name is Dr. James Wilson I'm calling about my friend Dr. Gregory House. We both work for the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey. I think he might be one of those Sentinels that were written about in the dissertation by Mr. Sandburg... Wilson if you don't get off that phone right now and get on this couch I swear I'll start this movie without you... I'm coming; you can reach me at the hospital most days. Please call even if it's just to say you can't help." click

"'Moine I think it's working. The ringing stopped and there was this voice telling me to leave. Hey! ... Hi my names Hermoine Granger, I'm calling in regards to my friend Harry, Harry Potter... Come on Hermoine you really think that these muggles can help him? ... Honestly Ron what could it hurt? Any way I was at my mum's and dad's when I saw the press conference. I think our friend Harry might be one of those sentinels. Please call us back before the summers over or we'll only be able to contact you through writing. We live in London so you'll have to use the London area code. But our number without it is 555-9823." click

"Oh God those two sounded as if they were just kids." Blair murmured as he looked at Jim.

"I know and there's more, much more. They started around two weeks ago. We didn't want to bother you while Blair was still in the academy, but I thought it was time. That last ones from the furthest away. They're all pretty much like that. We had them all recorded onto this cassette. Do with it what you like, but remember whatever you do you've got the rest of the squad behind you. Now go home and think on it."

The pair left the office in a daze grabbed their stuff and left. The drive back to the loft was quite, neither wanted to break the other from they're thoughts. Jim quietly slid the door open and they both walked in. Blair started to make that evening meal. There was one nagging thought at the side of his mind.

"We have to help them." Blair stated, almost as a whisper and mainly to himself.

"I know." Was all Jim said as he slid his arms around his guide, his partner, his life. "The only question is how?"