** Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned this story.
JAG and all associated characters are the property of Donald P. Bellisario,
Belisarius Productions and CBS broadcasting corporation. Kung Fu: The
Legend Continues and all associated characters are property of Ed Spielman
and Warner Bros. Inc. **
Although, like many others I WISH I did.
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1053 Zulu/2:53AM PST/5:53AM EST Rykker's Island/101st Precinct Pacific Coast/Albany, New York
A noticeably nervous Rykker reluctantly made a phone call to the 101st precinct. He thought another day like this would never come. It was all in his head, he thought.
"Detective Peter Caine," Peter answered, while scrambling to finish a mouth full of pizza. He was clearly annoyed by the phone call, but he figured what the hell.
Peter had been in the office all day finishing up paperwork on a previously closed murder investigation.
"Detective Caine," Rykker answered.
"Rykker?? How'd you know I'd be here? Not many people can keep tabs on me, you know."
"Listen, normally I really wouldn't contact you but, I need your help."
"You need my help?" Peter asked with scepticism.
"Well, actually it was your father I was hoping to contact."
Peter sat back in his chair, and rubbed his eyes.
"Why would you need my father?" Peter questioned even more puzzled than before.
"It's about Blaisdell,"
"What about Blaisdell? What does my father have to do with Blaisdell?"
Peter was now terrified at the thought of his mentor and foster father being in any sort of trouble. Blaisdell had always been a man unto himself; seemingly capable of anything.
"He's missing, Peter."
"What do you mean, "missing"?"
Peter leaned forward in his chair. He was more interested now than ever seeing as it was out of sheer desperation.
"We were under attack,"
"What? I thought the Sing Wah were finished?"
"Not Sing Wah. It was Al Queda. They stormed my compound and took Blaisdell."
"What would Al Queda want with Blaisdell?"
"Peter, if I only I knew. Those bastards!! I'm taking a squad with me to Afghanistan. I'll get him back... safe."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Rykker slow down!! If you go in there trigger-happy there's no way you'll get out alive, much less Blaisdell. Do you have any idea where they'd take him?"
"Not quite. But I do know some who would. His name is Chegwidden. Admiral A.J. Chegwidden."
"Ok, hold on Rykker. What in the hell is going?! What does the commanding officer of the entire United States Navy have to do with Blaisdell's disappearance?"
"They served in Vietnam together. Look, that's all I can say. Just get your father, contact Chegwidden and get down here."
"Done."
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0759 Zulu/3:59AM EST 101st Precinct Albany, NY
Peter paced the boardroom hard as he waited for his father and his co-workers to arrive. Detective Kermit Griffin was the first to arrive.
"No one takes Blaisdell anywhere he doesn't want to be." Kermit fumed as he entered the boardroom.
He and Blaisdell had a long-running history working together as mercenaries. Also the fact that Blaisdell had brought him and also Detective Robert Blake to the 101st, made Kermit's stake in this all the more important.
"We both know that. You think he wanted to be captured, Kermit?"
"Oh Yeah..." Kermit responded with the same trademark, stainless steel determination and assurance that Blaisdell had come to respect and admire, possibly the main reason why Blaisdell had brought him to the 101st.
"So what do we do then?"
"We find him." Captain Karen Simms interjected as she, detectives Robert Blake and Jody Powell, and Chief of Detectives, Frank Strenlich walked into the boardroom.
"From what I know of Blaisdell, he's much like Caine, in a sense... Mysterious. If Blaisdell wanted to be taken then there's obviously much more at stake than we realize."
"Rykker said I should contact Admiral Chegwidden at JAG Headquarters." Peter said.
"Blaisdell never talked much about Chegwidden when we were in Afghanistan." Kermit started.
"But from what he told me, that's one of hell of a Navy SEAL. Chegwidden saved Blaisdell's life when they served together in Vietnam. According to Blaisdell, he's one of toughest men he's ever met. Chegwidden once dove into certain enemy fire and caught a live grenade in mid-air, before tossing it back at the enemy. Blaisdell had been wounded badly in the shoot- out, and Chegwidden carried him 90 miles back to base. Blaisdell said that the man had a mind for decision making like a steel tap. And a fighting spirit twice as tested. If Rykker, of all people, told you to get Chegwidden involved, then Blaisdell, as good as he is, is in serious shit."
"Alright then what are we waiting for?! Let's go bring Blaisdell home!!" Strenlich said sternly. It was clear the emphasis was on the order and not the question.
"Not without, I believe the word is, back up?" Caine spoke as he and the Ancient suddenly appeared behind the officers.
"Right. I wouldn't have it any other way, Pop!" Peter smiled.
Caine nodded modestly with a smile; he was clearly proud of his son's judgement.
Although, like many others I WISH I did.
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1053 Zulu/2:53AM PST/5:53AM EST Rykker's Island/101st Precinct Pacific Coast/Albany, New York
A noticeably nervous Rykker reluctantly made a phone call to the 101st precinct. He thought another day like this would never come. It was all in his head, he thought.
"Detective Peter Caine," Peter answered, while scrambling to finish a mouth full of pizza. He was clearly annoyed by the phone call, but he figured what the hell.
Peter had been in the office all day finishing up paperwork on a previously closed murder investigation.
"Detective Caine," Rykker answered.
"Rykker?? How'd you know I'd be here? Not many people can keep tabs on me, you know."
"Listen, normally I really wouldn't contact you but, I need your help."
"You need my help?" Peter asked with scepticism.
"Well, actually it was your father I was hoping to contact."
Peter sat back in his chair, and rubbed his eyes.
"Why would you need my father?" Peter questioned even more puzzled than before.
"It's about Blaisdell,"
"What about Blaisdell? What does my father have to do with Blaisdell?"
Peter was now terrified at the thought of his mentor and foster father being in any sort of trouble. Blaisdell had always been a man unto himself; seemingly capable of anything.
"He's missing, Peter."
"What do you mean, "missing"?"
Peter leaned forward in his chair. He was more interested now than ever seeing as it was out of sheer desperation.
"We were under attack,"
"What? I thought the Sing Wah were finished?"
"Not Sing Wah. It was Al Queda. They stormed my compound and took Blaisdell."
"What would Al Queda want with Blaisdell?"
"Peter, if I only I knew. Those bastards!! I'm taking a squad with me to Afghanistan. I'll get him back... safe."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Rykker slow down!! If you go in there trigger-happy there's no way you'll get out alive, much less Blaisdell. Do you have any idea where they'd take him?"
"Not quite. But I do know some who would. His name is Chegwidden. Admiral A.J. Chegwidden."
"Ok, hold on Rykker. What in the hell is going?! What does the commanding officer of the entire United States Navy have to do with Blaisdell's disappearance?"
"They served in Vietnam together. Look, that's all I can say. Just get your father, contact Chegwidden and get down here."
"Done."
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0759 Zulu/3:59AM EST 101st Precinct Albany, NY
Peter paced the boardroom hard as he waited for his father and his co-workers to arrive. Detective Kermit Griffin was the first to arrive.
"No one takes Blaisdell anywhere he doesn't want to be." Kermit fumed as he entered the boardroom.
He and Blaisdell had a long-running history working together as mercenaries. Also the fact that Blaisdell had brought him and also Detective Robert Blake to the 101st, made Kermit's stake in this all the more important.
"We both know that. You think he wanted to be captured, Kermit?"
"Oh Yeah..." Kermit responded with the same trademark, stainless steel determination and assurance that Blaisdell had come to respect and admire, possibly the main reason why Blaisdell had brought him to the 101st.
"So what do we do then?"
"We find him." Captain Karen Simms interjected as she, detectives Robert Blake and Jody Powell, and Chief of Detectives, Frank Strenlich walked into the boardroom.
"From what I know of Blaisdell, he's much like Caine, in a sense... Mysterious. If Blaisdell wanted to be taken then there's obviously much more at stake than we realize."
"Rykker said I should contact Admiral Chegwidden at JAG Headquarters." Peter said.
"Blaisdell never talked much about Chegwidden when we were in Afghanistan." Kermit started.
"But from what he told me, that's one of hell of a Navy SEAL. Chegwidden saved Blaisdell's life when they served together in Vietnam. According to Blaisdell, he's one of toughest men he's ever met. Chegwidden once dove into certain enemy fire and caught a live grenade in mid-air, before tossing it back at the enemy. Blaisdell had been wounded badly in the shoot- out, and Chegwidden carried him 90 miles back to base. Blaisdell said that the man had a mind for decision making like a steel tap. And a fighting spirit twice as tested. If Rykker, of all people, told you to get Chegwidden involved, then Blaisdell, as good as he is, is in serious shit."
"Alright then what are we waiting for?! Let's go bring Blaisdell home!!" Strenlich said sternly. It was clear the emphasis was on the order and not the question.
"Not without, I believe the word is, back up?" Caine spoke as he and the Ancient suddenly appeared behind the officers.
"Right. I wouldn't have it any other way, Pop!" Peter smiled.
Caine nodded modestly with a smile; he was clearly proud of his son's judgement.