BeBop and Jazz were headed for the quad late the next
morning when Jazz stopped short. Her companion traveled
half a block before he missed her, turned, and saw her sitting
on a bench. With a somewhat patient sigh, he retraced
his steps. "Now what?" he asked, taking a seat beside her
and resting his battered guitar case on the grass.
"If you were a sneaky cop who thought the worst of everyone,
and your partner was missing and you thought that he had been
kidnaped..What if you traced the person who called about
him and then didn't catch them? What would you, with your
narrow cop mentality, believe was going to happen to your
friend?" Her bright curls were in wild disarray as she ran both
hands over her head. "I swore I wouldn't call him again, but
it's inhuman to let someone think a person they care about is
hurt or dead."
"Aw hell, Jazz, you WOULD think of that." He stretched his
long legs, covered by faded fatigues and boots from the Army/Navy
store, out straight and put an friendly arm around her shoulders.
"You're gonna call him, aren't you?"
She sighed. "It's less risky than leaving a note for him at the police
station."
"You're not going anywhere NEAR the police station!" BeBop was
startled out of his habitual feigned indolence. "Are you nuts?"
"No, but he's expecting a call. He's not expecting a note. You know?"
"Okay, I can see what you mean, but, C'mon Jazz. Tell me you won't
go there."
"Are you kidding? Me? Go near that place? Let's find a pay phone
away from the quad, just in case." And the pair loped off the way they
had come, hand in hand.
Jim was looking rather worse for wear after the last three days.
He snatched up his desk phone when it rang, and barked "Ellison,
Major Crimes." into the receiver.
"Detective Ellison?"
It was her. "Jenn! Look, about yesterday.."
"Stop! Don't bother. You are just completely, in that warped
little cop brain of yours, convinced that I have to be lying about
your partner, so you were completely justified in trying to trap
me when I call to make you feel better. You're wrong, but I'm
not gonna waste my time trying to convince you otherwise."
Jim
heard a muffled laugh in the background, and a soft *thwap*.
"But, because you pulled that stupid stunt, and because you
have a nasty suspicious mind and believe the worst of everyone,
it occurred to me that you might think we were going to hurt
Blair. We're not. We never were. He's not a prisoner, and if he
wanted to get up and walk out, bleeding and all, he could. But
HE believes that we're trying to help him. So if you possibly
can, just relax. A couple days at the most, and your little world
will be complete again."
"Sandburg's okay?" Jim's mind, whirling, focused on her most
important words, and it sounded as if Jenn's voice softened a little.
"He's fine. He's eating some more solid type food, staying awake
longer. No hint of infection at all. I know this is scary and all, but
you need to chill out a little. I'm not your enemy or anything."
A hissed "Hurry up, already, will you?" broke through her
words, and she sighed. "Okay, I'm outta here. Bye."
"Jenn..JENN??" the phone buzzed gently in his ear, and Jim
slammed it down, but a little of the tension knotting his stomach
had eased. At least he hadn't gotten Sandburg killed. That's all
that really mattered.
end part 10
morning when Jazz stopped short. Her companion traveled
half a block before he missed her, turned, and saw her sitting
on a bench. With a somewhat patient sigh, he retraced
his steps. "Now what?" he asked, taking a seat beside her
and resting his battered guitar case on the grass.
"If you were a sneaky cop who thought the worst of everyone,
and your partner was missing and you thought that he had been
kidnaped..What if you traced the person who called about
him and then didn't catch them? What would you, with your
narrow cop mentality, believe was going to happen to your
friend?" Her bright curls were in wild disarray as she ran both
hands over her head. "I swore I wouldn't call him again, but
it's inhuman to let someone think a person they care about is
hurt or dead."
"Aw hell, Jazz, you WOULD think of that." He stretched his
long legs, covered by faded fatigues and boots from the Army/Navy
store, out straight and put an friendly arm around her shoulders.
"You're gonna call him, aren't you?"
She sighed. "It's less risky than leaving a note for him at the police
station."
"You're not going anywhere NEAR the police station!" BeBop was
startled out of his habitual feigned indolence. "Are you nuts?"
"No, but he's expecting a call. He's not expecting a note. You know?"
"Okay, I can see what you mean, but, C'mon Jazz. Tell me you won't
go there."
"Are you kidding? Me? Go near that place? Let's find a pay phone
away from the quad, just in case." And the pair loped off the way they
had come, hand in hand.
Jim was looking rather worse for wear after the last three days.
He snatched up his desk phone when it rang, and barked "Ellison,
Major Crimes." into the receiver.
"Detective Ellison?"
It was her. "Jenn! Look, about yesterday.."
"Stop! Don't bother. You are just completely, in that warped
little cop brain of yours, convinced that I have to be lying about
your partner, so you were completely justified in trying to trap
me when I call to make you feel better. You're wrong, but I'm
not gonna waste my time trying to convince you otherwise."
Jim
heard a muffled laugh in the background, and a soft *thwap*.
"But, because you pulled that stupid stunt, and because you
have a nasty suspicious mind and believe the worst of everyone,
it occurred to me that you might think we were going to hurt
Blair. We're not. We never were. He's not a prisoner, and if he
wanted to get up and walk out, bleeding and all, he could. But
HE believes that we're trying to help him. So if you possibly
can, just relax. A couple days at the most, and your little world
will be complete again."
"Sandburg's okay?" Jim's mind, whirling, focused on her most
important words, and it sounded as if Jenn's voice softened a little.
"He's fine. He's eating some more solid type food, staying awake
longer. No hint of infection at all. I know this is scary and all, but
you need to chill out a little. I'm not your enemy or anything."
A hissed "Hurry up, already, will you?" broke through her
words, and she sighed. "Okay, I'm outta here. Bye."
"Jenn..JENN??" the phone buzzed gently in his ear, and Jim
slammed it down, but a little of the tension knotting his stomach
had eased. At least he hadn't gotten Sandburg killed. That's all
that really mattered.
end part 10