Disclaimer: This work is not meant to challenge ownership of the characters and places used in the story. Cascade, Simon Banks, Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg et al belong to Pet Fly (among others) It is meant to honor a show that ended long before it needed to.
Wednesday August 18th - a close shave.
They caught him coming out of the shower.
He'd been expecting trouble in class and on the training course, veiled threats after hours, but not an out and out assault, especially when he was armed with nothing more than what Naomi Sandburg had given him and he knew charm was not going to work with these bozos.
They were wearing dark sweats- the kind every recruit was supposed to have at least three of, and their faces were masked with makeshift hoods.
"You don't belong here," one of them stated.
As he spoke Blair focused on everything he'd coached Jim on. He noticed the timbre and the tone as well as any accents.
"Guys, it's been less than two weeks... how do any of us really know who belongs and who doesn't?"
He knew they were going to do whatever they'd planned no matter what he said. They'd been building this up in their minds and they wanted him to fear them.
"You aren't police material."
It was a second person. Good. He needed to be able to identify the trouble makers. He snorted. He'd faced down a serial killer intent on taking over his life. A bunch of adrenalin laden Neanderthals, while dangerous weren't nearly as unpredictable.
"Look, guys, while I really appreciate you looking out for me like this, I have a ton of studying to do..."
Before they could react he heard a call from the hallway. It was Davis.
"Sandburg, phone... Cascade PD need to talk to you... says it's important."
He looked at his would be attackers and waited as they cleared the way for him. He'd been spared... for now.
He gave them a slight nod and walked through the door and out into the hallway, his towel still wrapped around his waist. Davis gave him a raised eyebrow and nodded towards the phone.
"Sandburg," he answered the phone, but there was nothing but a dial tone. He looked around and saw Davis walking by. She looked back towards the bathroom and shook her head.
"You might want to talk to your friend," she said softly as she walked by.
Something told him she'd heard a lot more than she should have.