See part one for disclaimer and warnings

Title: DRUGS

Author/pseudonym: Sentarla

Rating: PG

Status: 3/?

Date: 28/11/98

Archive: Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!

Series/Sequel: Non

Note: Sorry for the delay, but I was doing exams and assignment but guess what:

I would like to thank Bonnie and Shycat for Beta reading these for me, and let me tell you, they have a totally hard job. My spelling and grammar is atrocious.

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"Yea, that hair has got to go. It is so outdated, maybe something short."

In unison, Blair leaped out of his chair and backed away, looking like a *deer* caught in headlights, while Jim glared at the man and in an icy voice and told him to drop the scissors.

The man looked at the scissors in his hand and then back at the snarling cop.

"What? I'm here to do a job."

At his last words, large cops with guns, ready to take him out if he moved threateningly, surrounded the man.

Turning pale, the man dropped the scissors and raised his arms in surrender.

"What the hell is going on here?" a large voice boomed.

Walking closer to the man, Jim frisked him in search of more weapons. Over his shoulder he told Blair to go wait in Simon's office.

Still too shaken to talk, Blair nodded and escaped, one hand
protectively holding onto some hair.

Once the scissors had been dropped, the other officers backed down. Still tense, however, for anything.

"Ellison, what in all that you keep holy, is going on here?"

Jim's eyes never left the shaking man as he answered Simon.

"This man came in here with the intention of cutting Sandburg's hair. He said he was sent to do the job and when told to drop the scissors, he initially resisted sir."

Looking at the tightly strung detective, Simon ordered Jim to his office then turned to Brown and Rafe. "Deal with this," pointing to the still scared man at Jim's desk.

When he entered his office, he found a calmer detective sitting next to his partner talking quietly.

"You okay, Sandburg?" Simon asked gruffly.

Keeping his head down, Blair gave a small quick nod.

"Okay gentlemen, I'm not going to talk about what happen out there, I think we all know already. I'm placing security on the loft and I want you checking in with the station every 6 hours. So far, other than the tea, everything has been out in the open. If we keep our eyes open, we will catch him when he stuffs up. Unless something important comes up, I want both of you to stay at your desk and finish all the paper work that has been stockpiling for sometime.

Pulling a face, Jim stood up. The only reason he didn't complain was because he knew Simon was doing this to decrease Blair's vulnerability.

"Now, go back out there and get to work. But be warned; keep away from Rafe and Brown while they are questioning the Hairdresser. I don't want complications."

Once they reached their desk Sandburg turned to Jim.

"Jim, I'm just gonna go to the toilet. I won't be long."

"Okay, Chief."

While Blair was gone, Jim closed his eyes and breathed deeply,

needing to calm his wild mind.

With his eyes down, Blair made his way to the toilets. Once inside he went to the sink and washed his face. Hearing a noise, Blair spun around and before he could move or take in the person who was in front of him, a cold liquid was splashed over his face and in his mouth and eyes.

Spitting out the liquid in his mouth without swallowing any, Blair waited for a physical blow, but none came, only the sound of the door opening and the feel of air displacement as the person
rushed past him and left.

With his eyes burning Blair tried to get off the floor, where he had
somehow found himself. His eyes were burning too much to be of use. Blair stumbled to the door but before he could reach it, it opened once again.

"Sandburg, Blair, are you okay?"

Relief flooded through Blair as he heard Brown's voice.

"Get Jim."

With that, Blair once again fell to the floor; his eyes were so painful they felt like they were boiling in their sockets.

Rushing out of the room, Brown called Jim's name, yelling for a medic seconds later.

Hurricane Ellison entered the restroom to find his Guide on the cold tiled floor in obvious pain. His shirt and hair were wet, and Jim could smell a chemical that did not belong to the water of Cascade. Going down to his Guide's level, Jim touched him on the arm.

"Blair, where does it hurt?"

"My eyes, oh God Jim, my eyes."

"Okay Chief, just breathe. What happened?"

"Don't know, something was thrown in my face, got some in my eyes. Make it go away, it hurts."

"I know Chief, I know. I'm going to rinse your eyes out, okay. It may hurt, but it will make it better."

Nodding his head, Blair tried to stop his eyes from closing tighter on the promise of more pain.

Keeping Blair's head tilted a little to the side, Jim took the saline water handed to him. The nearby medics knew not to intervene themselves, Knowing how protective he was when his partner was in pain.

Bitting his lip, Blair stopped himself from crying out in pain.

When Jim looked into his partner's eyes, he had to bite back a growl that threatened to slip out. The eyeballs were fiery red and fully bloodshot.

Once both were done, Jim placed a bandage over the eyes to keep them clean.

Once his eyes had been cleaned, some of the pain dissipated.

"Chief, can you tell me what happened?"

Still in pain but knowing Jim needed answers, Blair told him everything. When he had finished, Blair heard Simon swear in the background.

"Chief, we have to go to the hospital and get you checked out, okay?"

Shaking his head, Blair tried to get up. "Jim, I'm okay."

"No way Sandburg, you are going to the hospital. I'll be with you the whole time," Jim finished, mindful of Blair's dislike of hospitals.

Slumping a little in defeat, Blair let Jim help him up and direct him through the crowd of people at the door.

Simon motioned for a sample to be taken of the water that was on the ground. Hopefully they could get a comparison to the stuff in Sandburg's tea.

Once Jim and Blair had reached the hospital, Jim took another look at his Guide. The strain was obvious and he realised that to be going into a hospital literally blind must be terrifying for his
partner. Jim vowed silently that there was no way at any time he would leave his Guide alone.

Walking inside, Jim took Blair up to the front desk and asked to see a doctor. After a brief intense conversation where Jim ended up showing his badge, they were directed to an empty room to wait.

Before long a young doctor in a white coat walked into the room reading his notes.

"Hello, Mr. Sandburg, how are you feeling?"

Looking small and scared, Blair mumbled a reply.

"Hmm." The doctor turned to Jim and looked at the older man.

"If you don't mind, Detective Ellison, please wait outside."

Blair flinched at the order but did not say anything.

Clenching his jaw, Jim glared at the Doctor. "Yes, doctor I do mind. I'm staying with my partner."

The doctor's head came up in surprise at the refusal and then he looked back at the chart. Attached to Mr. Sandburgs' history was a short note in bold writing stating that if Ellison asked to see, stay or anything else related to Mr Sandburg, he was to be allowed, he was not to be refused of questioned. Finding this strange, but willing to comply, the doctor nodded and proceeded to look over Sandburg.

Blair's eyes were checked, and after some cream was added, they were wrapped up again. Blood was taken and his vitals were recorded. The whole time this was happening, Blair was sitting, gripping Jim's hand with surprising strength.

With the exam finished, the doctor wrote on the chart and then turned back to his patient, suggesting an overnight stay for observation.

With a little help from Jim Blair, got off the exam table. "Sorry doc, no hope. If there's nothing else, I am

like so out of here."

"You sure Chief?" Jim asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah Jim, for sure, there is no way I'm staying here."

Having stayed silent, the doctor spoke up. "Well then, Mr.

Sandburg, you can go, but I want you to keep your eyes wrapped up till tomorrow morning. Your eyes reacted quite badly to the chemicals and I will ring you tomorrow with the test results."

Turning towards the doctor's voice, Blair thanked him and walked out with Jims' help.

The next two days were uneventful. The blood work had come back and although there was something in it, the labs could not break it down, as with the chemicals in the tea. The video surveillance at the station had been tampered with, so no identification could be made.

Blair's eyes only hurt with excessive reading and Jim hoped

Michael had tormented his Guide enough and would now leave him alone. However, his instincts told him that was a fairy tale, things had only started.

One the third day after the washroom incident, Blair woke up before the alarm, and got out of bed. Going into the

kitchen he put the coffee on, once under way, he headed for

the shower.

Leaving enough hot water for Jim, not wanting him in a bad mood, Blair creamed his face and shaved.

"Ouch!" Blair looked into the mirror and cursed; he had nicked himself. After finishing shaving and washed the remaining cream and blood off, he grabbed a tissue and put pressure on his cheek. After a minute or two, Blair pulled the tissue off. Looking down, he was surprised to see a large amount of blood on it, and he was still bleeding quite freely. Shrugging his shoulders, Blair grabbed another

tissue and pressed it to his face and walked into his room to get dressed.

Jim woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, stretching in bed, Jim sent out his hearing to listen to his guide. Smelling something else under the food, Jim tried to focus, but found the smells of breakfast too distracting.

"Morning, Chief," Jim called out as he headed for the

bathroom.

Smelling blood, Jim looked around and found a bloody tissue in the wastebasket. Shaking his head, he wondered why Blair never cut himself cooking with big sharp knives. Pleased to have some hot water left, he hummed a meaningless tune in the shower and then headed to his room.

Coming back down, Jim sat down at the table. Tilting his head to the side, Jim concentrated and blocked out the tantalizing smells of breakfast. Like a brick it hit him: blood, he could still smell Blair's blood. Piggybacking his sense of Sight, Jim found another 2 tissues near the kitchen sink. Wow, Sandburg must have really cut himself, Jim thought.

"How did you sleep, Chief?" Watching Blair as he came to the table with his breakfast, Jim noticed another bloody tissue being held to his face.

"Good Jim, how about you?"

"Yea, same; Hey, Chief are you okay?"

Taking a sip of orange juice, Blair nodded.

"Yeah. Just nicked myself, it will stop bleeding soon."

"Must have been a large nick, Chief, let me see"

Shaking his head, Blair indicated Jim's food. "Not yet man, eat your food before it goes cold, it's only a scratch."

Focusing on his food, although still a little unsettled, Jim ate.

Once Blair had finished his juice, he headed for the bathroom to do his teeth and have another look at his face.

Jim supposed Blair’s cut would have stopped bleeding by now, but as soon as he heard his partner‘s exclamation of annoyance, he was up and heading to the bathroom.’

"What's wrong, Chief?"

Looking at Jim, Blair shrugged his shoulders. "It's still bleeding, it's not stopping."

Becoming a little more than concerned, Jim held Blair's head still as he focused on the nick. Jim saw the small break in the skin and watched as the blood came trickling out. The blood was still too thin, and did not look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

"Jim, come back man, follow my voice. Jim, Jim. That‘s right, big guy, follow my voice."

With a little gasp, Jim looked up into Blair's eyes.

"You okay, big guy?"

"Yeah, Chief, I'm just gonna grab my jacket, and then I'm taking you back to the hospital. Something is not right. Chief, it should have stopped bleeding by now."

"Jim, It's only a little cut, it will stop soon, chill out."

"Chief. no arguments, grab what you need, we leave in 2

minutes," Jim replied, turning Blair around and propelling

him out of the bathroom.

Mumbling under his breath, Blair did as he was told. When he bent over and started to put on his sneakers, he nearly fell over when an immense feeling of weakness hit him.

Having been monitoring his Guide, Jim rushed into the room in time to catch Blair, and lower him onto the bed.

"Chief, Chief, you okay?"

Looking pale and a bit shaky, Blair looked at Jim. "I don't know what happened."

"I think you nearly fainted, Chief. If I help, do you think

you can walk to the car?"

"Yeah, Jim, I feel a little shaky, but all right."

Grabbing some more tissues, Jim and Blair headed to the car. By the time Blair was in the car, he was breathing heavily and noticeably shaking; his chin was bleeding even more freely and no amount of pressure was stopping it.

"Jim….What's wrong with me?"

Reaching over and lightly squeezing Blair's shoulder, Jim shook his head. "I don't know Chief, but don't worry, you'll be okay.

Closing his eyes, Blair rested his head on the headrest. God he felt cold.

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