Two Sentinels? Two Guides? You got to be kidding!

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BLAIR: ::frowns again at the untidy piles of notebooks, papers, exams and miscellaneous junk that is piled on his desk. Despite spending the last two hours trying to pull the small space he calls an office into order it's still just barely organized chaos.:: Maybe Jim was right. It probably would be easier to just move rather than clean this...ewwwww gross! ::wrinkling his nose and tossing a *very* old spout sandwich in the garbage bag and tying it up quickly:: Now that is disgusting! ::mumbled to himself::

CHRISTIAN: ::bounces up to the storage room door that has a piece of notebook paper taped with Blair Sandburg written on it. Giving the shave and a haircut 2-bits knock, he waits for an answer. Brushing the long blonde curls out of his face he re-tucks in his shirt. The tight black one that says "If you lived in my pants, we would both be happy at home.":: 

BLAIR: ::jumps at the unexpected knock, dropping the stack of papers he was moving and sighing:: Come in! ::yelled through the door as he crouches behind the desk to begin collecting the strewn papers, huffing a stray piece of hair out of his face so he can see.:: 

CHRISTIAN:::steps in and closes the door behind him, looking around for the owner of the voice:: Oh man! I hate to break this to you Professor Sandburg, but your invisible! I foresee lots of bandages and trench coats in your future.

BLAIR: ::peeks over the edge of the desk, laughing:: Invisible? No, but well on my way to getting buried by clutter and taken hostage by dust bunnies! ::rolls easily to his feet and looks the blond over:: What can I do for you? ::smiling:: 

CHRISTIAN:Hi! ::smiles brightly:: I'm Christian Michaels. ::extends hand and shakes firmly but briefly:: I have a favor to ask you. ::jumps back quickly and peeks under the desk:: My God, The bunnies have big teeth. It's Bunnicula's. Run for your life. ::looks up and winks:: I am only in town for a few weeks/months. ::shrugs and stands up smiling at him:: And I was wondering if I could sit in on your classes? I know it is unusual, but I hate to pay for a class I won't get credit for, but I would really love to sit in as an observer.

BLAIR:::chuckles and looks around for a chair, seeing one buried under yet another stack of junk, he moves around the desk and makes a place for Christian to sit before seeking out his own.:: Nice to meet you, man. Have a seat...and I'll join you as soon as I find mine. ::turns his back to move more stuff.:: So you said you'd only be around a few weeks or so? Well, I don't mind you sitting in on the classes...but I'll warn you...I'm not always here. I uh...::groans as he moves some heavy stuff off his chair and drops it to mix with the other piles on the floor, then flopping down and huffing again as he brushes his hair away:: What was I saying? Oh yeah! I have another job that sometimes demands more attention. But hey...it's cool. I'm starting to think my replacements do a better job than I do. 

CHRISTIAN:::takes a seat and laughs softly:: I may not make every class either, I have sort of a second job. Well, it is my first job really, no telling when I will be called away. Do you think the Subs will mind me sitting in? ::bounces in the chair and grins:: I usually don't ask, I just wait to get run off.

BLAIR:::bounces in his own chair and nods enthusiastically:: Oh yeah, man! It should be cool! ::furrows his brow and makes a face:: Hmmm...tell you what? I'll make sure that I pass your name on to them...just to be safe. ::scribbles and note and sticks it to his laptop:: There. Done. And trust me when I can say that I sympathize. I used to crash classes I couldn't get into until the professors finally relented and added me. I ticked off more than a few of the department heads around here before I started teaching. It's hard when you gotta go back and kiss up to those you've pissed off. ::grins:: So uh, why are you in Cascade? I mean I'm guessing it's got to do with the other job, right? No one would come here for the weather, man. I'm telling you.

CHRISTIAN:::laughs softly:: Tell me about it man.. I prefer the one knee approach.. ::drops to one knee on the floor while miming his words:: Puts your face right there in the booty your having to kiss. ::puckers up and smoothes the air a few times before bouncing back up in his chair:: I have done it so often I even carry chap stick for the butts I have to try to make happy. I like cherry flavor myself. ::winks:: Oh hey! So do you have any text books on your class I could borrow? I promise to return them good as new. ::smiles so sweet his dimples show:: Geesh I know, I hate cold and wet. How do you stand it? My partner and I are here on business, hopefully it is cleared up soon and it's back to Miami.

BLAIR:::bursts out laughing at the chapstick comment and begins to ramble in the various stacks searching for a textbook:: I'll tell you man, my secret to surviving the weather is layers. Lots and lots of layers. ::pulls out the book with a loud "a HA!" and grins:: I knew this thing was hiding around here somewhere. So Miami, huh? Sounds nice! Explains the tan too. Not many folks around her with a tan like that. ::stands to offer the book to Christian::

CHRISTIAN:::walks over to Blair:: Hey thanks! I promise to return it in one piece. ::takes book :: Yeah, but your tan aint shabby dude. ::winks:: Or are you just born with that beautiful color? ::smiles:: Like the hair too.. Glad to see the style is still alive on someone besides me. ::laughs softly::

DEVON: ::Following his guides heartbeat he stops in front of a door. Tilting his head and listening to the conversation inside for a moment before knocking quickly and walking in. He sees Christian standing close to a man, slightly shorter, long curly dark brown hair, as long as his guides. Two pair of cerulean blue eyes gaze up at him. He smiles at the two men:: I am not interrupting am I? ::pulling himself to full height, he unconsciously stands at attention, awaiting a reply:: 

CHRISTIAN:::smiles fondly at the newcomer and shakes his head slightly. He always flexes and shows off around new and pretty men. Puffing up to show how big and strong he is. Chuckling softly:: Devon, of course not, come and met Mr. Sandburg. ::waves Devon closer:: Mr. Sandburg ::makes appropriate hand gestures:: Mr. Stenzel You can call him Devon. ::quit flirting, said sentinel soft::

BLAIR:::looks up and flashes a brilliant smile, extending his hand towards the other man:: Hi there. And Blair, please. Mr. Sandburg makes me sound so old. It's nice to meet you, Devon. We were just getting Christian set up so he can sit in on my classes for a few weeks.

DEVON:::closes the distance when he is waved over and leans forward and shakes hands with Blair:: Pleasure to meet you Blair. ::cutting his eyes over to his guide and giving him an innocent look:: Ready to go Champ? ::looking Blair over again, something about the young man is more than appealing, and he fights the urge to reach out and stroke the dark curls:: You look to young to be a Teacher Blair. ::soft smile::

BLAIR:::lets his face soften at the firm but warm handshake and then flushes slightly at the compliment. He laughs nervously and looks between the two men, wondering exactly what kind of partners they are.:: Hey, thanks man. I'll try to remember that when I'm putting out the candles on my next birthday cake with a fire extinguisher.

CHRISTIAN:::laughing at Blair's candle crack:: Ahhh, Just about ready to go.. ::taking his Sentinel by the arm and moving him to the door:: Why don't you go back to the car, I will say my good byes, and be right there. Say good bye to the nice professor. ::turns Devon back around as he tries to walk back to Blair:: Yes Dear, I know he is pretty, but you can say buh bye from here.. ::teasingly::

DEVON:::blushes furiously he glances back at Blair:: Nice to meet you. ::glares at Christian for about 2 seconds before laughing and shaking his head:: See you in the car Champ. ::walks out the door and stands there listening to the conversation inside the room::

CHRISTIAN:::turns to Blair:: Sorry, my partner needs to get out more. ::winks:: I was teasing him, We didn't embarrass you did we?

BLAIR:::laughs again and shakes his head:: Nah, man. It's cool. And it's cool that you can tease each other like that. I couldn't get away with that kinda crap if I tried. So uh, I guess I'll see you at my next class? I don't want to hold you up and I have this tendency to ramble on according to a friend of mine. He says that he wonders how it is I manage to breathe while doing it. ::pauses and realizes he's doing it and smiles, blushing slightly:: Guess he's got a point.

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JIM: ::unable to fight the feeling something is wrong, he starts pacing in the bull pen. H and Rafe quickly get out of harms way while everyone else in the room makes it a point not to look or provoke him. Finally after much growling and pacing he flings himself behind his desk and dials Blair's office. Waiting impatiently as the phone rings::

SIMON: ::peeks out from his office and shakes his head. He hasn't seen this Jim in a while, this is the pre-Sandburg, 'don't you dare speak, smile or Fuck with me or I will show you how many ways I can kill a man with a paper clip' Ellison. Where in the Hell is Sandburg?::

CHRISTIAN:::starts to speak but stops when the phone rings::

BLAIR:::frowns and checks his watch before giving Christian a smile and holding up one finger:: Sorry, man. Hang on a second. ::moves around his desk, picking up the phone:: Hello?

CHRISTIAN:::nods and smiles and starts looking around the artifacts in the room::

JIM:Blair! Is everything alright there? I have a feeling. I mean, I am going nuts here. ::voice deep with anxiety:: 

BLAIR:::blinks and gives Christian a shrug before turning away and whispering soft enough for only Jim's hearing:: Jim? What's up big guy? Everything's fine, man. Calm down. Did something happen with your senses?

JIM:No, not the senses, it is just everyone is looking at me like I eat children for breakfast and kick puppies for fun. I just heard Rafe tell Taggart to break out the riot gear because "He's" back. I know that son of a … He was talking about me. ::sighs::

BLAIR:::sighs and slumps back into his chair:: Jim, paranoia is not a good look for you. Just relax, man. When did this start? Did Simon hand you some messed up case or something this morning? ::checks his watch again:: I could probably skip out on the last fifteen minutes of my office hours and come down to help you out.

JIM:So everything is alright there? You're sure? ::glaring and snarling at Rafe as he rushes by his desk with his head down, like he can not longer walk without looking at his feet.:: It started about a hour ago, and no, I am just doing paper work. Maybe the ink is getting to me.

BLAIR:::giggles:: Jim I told you about sniffing those felt tip pens. ::winces at the moment of silence:: okay, bad joke. No, listen, everything is fine. I'm fine. No bad guys. Just a new guy that's gonna be sitting in on some of my classes. He's like, here on business with his partner from Miami. No big deal. Just relax man. And for the record, you are *definitely* switching to decaf.

JIM:::laughs softly and uses his hearing to monitor his guides heartbeat, it is strong and normal, no reason to worry:: I feel better now, I guess I am just edgy, sorry to bother you at work. See you about 5 Chief? We can get carry out for dinner, Chinese sound okay? ::feeling guilty for over reacting he bites the bullet and offers an olive branch:: Maybe you can run tests on the senses and the felt tips.

BLAIR:::smiles and nods out of habit:: I was joking, man but if you're really rattled we'll talk about it and see if we can figure it out when I get home. It *should* be around 5 but I might get home early. I've decided you were right man, ::looks around his office:: I think the smart move for cleaning this place is to just move to a new office. ::laughs:: The Chinese sounds great, but don't go overboard, okay? I'll see you then. Oh and Jim? You weren't bothering me. Just try to relax and take some deep breaths. It'll be okay. ::sounding sympathetic and understanding::

JIM:'kay Chief. See you later. ::hangs up phone and leans back in his chair, ignoring the massive sigh of relief his fellow officer heave at the same time when he smiles at the phone::

BLAIR:::hangs up the phone and smiles, his mind beginning to whirl as he tries to think of what could have set off this bout of Blessed Protector Syndrome. He gets so lost in his thoughts that he nearly forgets Christian is still standing in his office and shakes his head to clear the rapid fire thoughts.:: Oh! Man, I'm sorry. I just got caught up in my own head there for a minute. ::offers the blond a smile and stands up, walking over to him::

CHRISTIAN:::sets down a tribal marriage ceremony mask he had been looking at:: Happens to me all the time! ::patting him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture:: Thank you for everything Blair. I will see you in class, A real pleasure meeting you. 

BLAIR:::nods enthusiastically and grins:: Not a problem, man! It was great to meet you! Tell Devon I'm sorry I kept you so long and stop by anytime. Oh and hey...don't be late to my classes! ::laughing and patting the man on his shoulder in return:: Take care, Christian. 

CHRISTIAN:::turning to leave he caches a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. A wolf curled in the corner sleeping? Taking a second look, it is not there. He smiles to him self and thinks "The boy is strong with the force" rolling his eyes at his own corny thoughts he turns back to Blair:: You got it Proff. Take care of You. ::smiles and winks and slips out the door::

BLAIR:::grins and starts to close the door before a slight movement catches his eye. He furrows his brow as a white fox slips out the door before it closes, trailing close on Christian's heels. He pulls the door open to sneak another peek but only sees the blond walking away and closes the door again, leaning against it.:: Great, Jim. Now you've got me all paranoid. Guess all those mass hysteria rumors were true. ::sighs and shrugs it off, glancing at the only non-cluttered corner and seeing his wolf sleeping quietly:: And you *would* pick the only clean spot to sleep in. ::stops and rolls his eyes:: Great, now I'm talking to myself! I need a vacation. ::slumps in his chair and goes back to trying to figure out what could have triggered Jim's attack.::

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DEVON:::slipping his arm around his guides shoulder as he rounds the corner:: Did you find anything at all familiar about your teacher?

CHRISTIAN:He is strong in the ways of a shaman. I saw his spirit guide as I was walking out. Why? ::looks at Devon suspiciously::

DEVON:::laughs softly:: I kinda heard him on the phone, I think this city has a Sentinel, and of course leave it to you to find his guide. Why do I get the feeling I am going to be in trouble? It's you, you know, you attract trouble, like black clothes attract lint, I swear... I will drop you off at the hotel, then I have to make contact. ::smiles at his guide::

CHRISTIAN:::thinking about what Devon said I wait until we are in the car to speak:: Bad Sentinel! BAD! Eavesdropping is a no-no! How many times do I have to tell you? ::smacks his hand as he starts the car:: But I think I should go back and talk to Blair again, maybe it would be best if he knew there was a rouge in his city..

DEVON:::pulls out:: I am not a rouge! ::growls softly and radiates justifiable displeasure at the statement:: I have a city, I am just not in it! ::sighs and smiles at his lover:: You can talk to him later, right now, I have to get to work. ::ruffles his Guides hair and smiles::

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DEVON:::Dragged into the bullpen by 4 uniformed officers. Two on each arm the man is double handcuffed in the front. One sticks a nightstick in his side to hurry him up and he roars and breaks free of them all, baring teeth and growling like a large cat. Backing up into a corner and crouching down he narrows his eyes at the four men:: I said No finger prints until I call my lawyer. I don't really want to hurt anyone. ::growls again:: So don't make me.

SIMON: ::hearing the altercation he rushes out of the office to see a rather large man send four uniforms flying:: Shit! Ellison your with me. ::moving up cautiously he slowly approaches the man in the corner:: Calm down. There is no reason anyone has to be hurt. :: startled by the gold eyes watching him aptly he takes a deep breath:: Finger prints then a phone call. That's procedure. We can't change that.

JIM:::jumps up when he hears Simon barking a command. He'd been so caught up in trying to figure out what set him on edge earlier that he'd managed to completely tune out the approaching scuffle until it was practically on top of him. He follows behind Simon, expanding his senses to try and figure out if maybe the guy is on some sort of drug that is prompting his uncooperative behavior. And then something tries to tickle at the back of his mind. Something familiar.:: Simon, something's wrong here. Really wrong. ::whispered to the Captain as he looks into the wild man's eyes.:: 

DEVON: ::sighs softly and gracefully stands up regarding the two new men in plain clothes, One a little larger than him the other almost exactly the same size.:: Permission to speak Sir? ::sniffing and looking the smaller, lighter man over again. I'll be damned. Can this be the same man Christian's Teacher was talking to? I can smell him all over him. And unless I miss my guess, He is the Sentinel as well, which means he can smell… oh no! This can't be good. I hope I washed my hands after shaking his guides hand.::

SIMON:::something about the way he said permission to speak Sir reminded him so much of Jim, maybe he had a military background as well. Blinks and Looks at Jim, this is highly unusual. The man was an animal one second and a polite the next:: Jim? ::still thinking about the way he whispered something's really wrong::

JIM: ::narrows his eyes and draws himself up, returning the stance and studying the man critically. He shakes off Simon's words, running down the list of things he can and can't identify coming off this stranger. A quick nod of his head buys him a few more minutes for his analysis, concentrating his efforts to keep from zoning::

DEVON:I understand procedure Sir. But I cannot allow myself to be printed. ::turning to Jim and whispering where only he can hear it:: 'I am undercover. I need to speak to a Captain. Privately’

SIMON: You are in no position to tell anyone what you will or will not allow, in case you didn't notice, you're under arrest. ::gruffly::

JIM:::widens his eyes at the statement, nearly panicking. He swallows and nods, putting a hand on Simon's arm and waving off the other uniforms.:: No, Simon I think we should probably talk to this guy. ::gives him a serious look before whispering, 'He knows about me.' Quickly he walks over to the man still standing at attention, catching that faintly familiar tickle but unable to place it. With a firm but steady grip he latches on to the man's arm and begins to walk him towards Simon's office.:: Just trust me, Simon. We *need* to talk to this guy. ::looks around the room:: And you might want to get rid of the spectators for this one. ::whispering again::

SIMON: ::grabbing the man by the other arm:: Don't you people have jobs to do? ::barks loudly:: If anyone needs something to do I can arrange traffic patrol or a foot-beat for the next week. ::taking them both into the office he closes the blinds before having a seat behind his desk:: What's this all about gentlemen?

DEVON:::takes a seat in front of Simon's desk:: I need to speak to a Captain. ::looking between Jim and the other man:: I am not sure who is who here.

People in the Bullpen:::Quickly find something to do. all heads are down or they are finding something to do in other parts of the building::

JIM:::leans up against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest:: Well, that guy behind the desk, is Simon Banks. The Captain. ::leaning forward to tap the nameplate on the desk and grin:: And *I* am Detective James Ellison. The question now is, who are you, why can't you be fingerprinted and how did you know? ::raising his brows and speaking as evenly as possible, using the closer proximity to take a deep breath and catalog the smells. His brain is frantic trying to put a name to that familiar scent.::

DEVON:I am Officer Devon Turner. I work undercover for Miami Vice. Please no Don Johnson jokes I heard them all. ::smiles:: If you call Captain Rosewood in Vice he will explain why you were not notified. I cannot take a chance on a uniform and even some of your vice officers knowing, Rumor has it a few are on the take. At least according to Stanley Kempt, the man I am assigned too. Our office should be busting him hopefully in a few weeks. We are waiting for the next shipment from Columbia. ::licks his lips nervously and keeps a wary eye on the other Sentinel::

SIMON: ::picks up phone and calls to verify his story::

JIM:::nods for a moment, mulling over the story and watching Simon make the call to verify it.:: Well two out of three ain't bad. But it's the third one that I'm curious about. ::His mind slowly ticks off each possibility for the unease he's feeling. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye alerts him and Jim turns his head just in time to see his panther backing into a corner of the office and hissing in Devon's direction. His mind picks up speed and begins to connect the dots. 'Panther? But why...?? BLAIR!' His eyes narrow as suddenly things slide into place and he identifies the smell. This man has been near his Guide! He crosses the room to Devon as instinct begins to take over and he speaks with a lethal tone, growling out the words:: What were you doing with him?? What did you do to him??

DEVON:::narrows his eyes slightly as his golden cougar spirit guide waltzes in the door and sniffs around the office. Alarmed at first, thinking his guide may be in trouble, he sits up in his chair and regards the large cat, which promptly rolls over on his back and acts like he wants his stomach petted. Damn, what are you up too? You know I can't understand you like Christian. Drawn out of his thoughts by Jim growling :: Wha?? Oh him… I met your Guide today. ::softly and evenly:: I was near the office when you called. Felt tip pens? ::smirks:: And I smelled him on you and put two and two together. ::whispers:: Calm down you losing it.

JIM:::clenches his jaw and balls his hands into fists, desperately trying to pull up some self-control:: Not good enough. How'd you find him? What were you doing listening in on his phone conversation, huh? ::starts adding things up:: How do you know about Sentinels? You are one, aren't you? Looking for a guide, perhaps? Well he's *MINE* do you understand? I'm not going to do this again! I will not let another one of you kill him! ::growling louder and panting softly with rage as his need to protect his guide from this intruder slowly overruns his little remaining control.::

DEVON:::oh shit! He has gone primal, and I am in handcuffs:: Look. ::standing up and meeting him face to face:: I don't want *your* guide, I am not a rouge. And he is not dead, Christ, I just saw him a few hours ago. Your crazy you know that. Get a fucking grip. ::snarling at the crazy Sentinel::

SIMON:I will have to call you back. ::slams down the phone and jumps up:: What the F… ::makes his way to the door and slips out looking around the bull pen for backup:: everyone put on your Kevlar, I think Jim has just went postal.

RAFE: ::dives behind his desk and pulls his gun just incase:: Damn it! I am wearing Armani today, he couldn't go postal on a day I am in jeans? You know how hard it is to get blood out of a 2000-dollar suit?

BROWN: ::dives behind Rafe's desk with him:: You paid how much for that suit?

TAGGART:::stands up when Simon says Jim has gone postal:: "Ummm...think I'll go see a bad guy about a bomb. Have fun guys!"

JIM:::begins to stalk Devon around the office, darting glances down to the hissing panther following in the pursuit of the cuffed man.:: Shut up! ::grinds his teeth as he slams the door closed and reaches for the other man, tangling his hands in the fabric of his shirt and whirling him around to slam Devon bodily up against the closed off window. Taking quick breaths, Jim begins scenting the man, trying to locate where Blair's smell is located. But it's faint and the other Sentinel's natural smells keep interfering. Battling against the rage to filter out the unnecessary odors he tracks to one of the man's hands and snaps his head up, glaring.:: YOU TOUCHED HIM!

DEVON:::snarls and snaps at Jim shoulder when he gets slammed against the window growling and roaring in anger, his hands cuffed he has no way to swing so he grabs the front of the other mans shirt and uses his body weight and the element of surprise to tackle him:: I touched him ::growled:: I shook his hand. ::tries to bite him again as he watches his coward cougar flip on his back and bear his throat to a blank panther:: Wuss! ::hissed at his spirit guide::

RAFE: ::stands up and watches Simon office:: My God! He is going to kill a perp.

BROWN: ::peeks over top of the desk:: Good for him.

SIMON: Oh no! I hope they don't break my coffee machine. ::pulls out cigar and starts chewing on it::

BROWN: Where's Hair boy?

RAFE: ::nods franticly:: Yes, someone should call Blair.

SIMON: ::slaps his forehead:: Sandburg! Why didn't I think of that? ::moves to the phone::

BROWN: You really paid 2000 bucks for a suit?

RAFE: ::sighs and rolls his eyes at Henri Brown::

JIM:::stumbles back at the forceful move and practically howls in rage, scrambling for a better grip on the other man.:: Bullshit! No right! No right to touch him! Mine!! ::snarling and using his death grip on the man's shirt to fling Devon across the room, sending him crashing into another wall.::

DEVON:::roars once he has his breath back that had been forced out of him:: You should claim him then, does he know he's yours? ::head butts Jim and slams him against the office door:: I SHOOK HIS HAND! ::snapped::

MEGAN: ::walks in seeing everyone watching the door:: Sounds like an episode of Crocodile Hunter in there, what's up?"

BROWN: Try Wild Kingdom, and you'd be closer. Jim and a Perpetrator.

RAFE: What's with all the growling?

MEGAN: Maybe if we throw in some raw meat they'll shut up.

SIMON: ::on the phone:: Blair?

BLAIR: ::flops in the chair and frowns:: Simon? What's up man? You sound weird.

SIMON: Blair! You need to get down here right now! Jim is growling, Turner is growling, slamming each other against walls. I am only carrying a .357. If I have to shoot Ellison I am afraid it will only piss him off. I am ready to break out the riot gear. Hurry! Or should I send a patrol car for you, they have lights and a siren?

MEGAN: Oh yes! Sandy can calm him right down.

RAFE: Oh thank God! Blair's coming. Isn't he?

BROWN: You know what I could do with 2000 bucks?

RAFE: Shut up H. You have the attention span of a gerbil.

BLAIR: ::widens his eyes and shoots Christian and worried look:: Wait wait wait! WHAT did you say? Growling? At who?? ::shakes his head at Christian in confusion and holds his hand up to silence any questions. His eyes fall on the two formerly content spirit guides that are both starting to pace and whine. He shoots Christian a worried look and turns his head back in the direction of the animals as realization dawns.:: Oh shit! Simon, just sit tight! I'll be there as soon as I can get there! Just...I dunno...watch 'em or something! But don't go near them and don't shoot. You're right, you'd only piss him off. I'm on the way. ::hangs up the phone.::

SIMON: ::hangs up the phone and looks around. This is bad, he needs everyone on this floor cleared out now. Hell he needs everyone cleared out.:: Okay Megan, Rafe, and Brown. There has been a bomb threat in the building; the caller says it contains the anthrax virus. We need to clear out now. Alert the floors get Taggart and his people to wait outside. Jim is de-fusing the bomb as we speak. Have him suit up Blair to come and aid Jim. ::looks at his people:: WHAT are you still doing standing here?

RAFE: Let me know if you need help hiding the body Sir. ::before sprinting down stairs to start the Bomb threat evacuation::

BROWN: I never saw anything. ::follows Rafe with Megan hot on his heels::

* * * * * *

CHRISTIAN:::looks at his watch it's 3 he has to be back to meet Devon at the hotel by 7. Knocking on the door to Blair's office::

BLAIR: ::looks up from the stack of papers he's sorting:: Yeah, come in! ::checks the clock and sighs:: So much for getting home early ::mumbles to himself::

CHRISTIAN:::steps in and smiles:: Are you busy? I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you.

BLAIR: ::brightens and smiles:: Nah, man! Come on in! Pull up a chair! ::stands and gestures to the one he cleared earlier:: I didn't expect to see you back so soon. Everything okay?

CHRISTIAN:::takes the chair and smiles:: Everything's fine, Devon mentioned to me something I should have spotted in the first place. And I was like tripped out. Not often I get to meet another guide. You're a shaman as well? ::peeks over in the corner where his white fox has scampered over to sniff and play bow to Blair's wolf:: Seems Whitey Likes your Wolf. Have you named him yet? 

BLAIR: ::feels his smile falter a bit before his eyes widen and he collapses back in his chair, stunned:: Oh my god. ::turns his eyes towards the corner and sure enough the wolf and fox are sniffing and playing together, trying to settle themselves in the tiny cleared space. As his mind begins to race with questions, Blair shakes his head and stares at Christian:: Oh man. WOW! So that's why...and that means that Devon...but how did you...oh wait the phone...but he...::takes a deep breath:: WOW.

CHRISTIAN:I came here under the pretext of telling you another Sentinel was in your guys turf, you know how territorial they can get. ::tilts head:: I have to apologize for my big goon, he listened into your phone call. I slapped his hand told him Bad Sentinel, but you know how they are. ::shrugs:: I really just came back so I could talk to you more. I never get to talk openly about my job. ::winks::

BLAIR:::nods emphatically:: Yeah! Oh man, tell me about it! God, this is like a dream come true! I mean I never got to talk to Incacha about everything. And of course there was the language barrier and then well. But oh man, this is so cool! How long have you guys been together? And how did you find each other? ::laughs softly:: I gotta tell you, man, when you left this morning and whitey? followed you out...I thought I was having hallucinations!

CHRISTIAN:We found each other in Miami, but my Shaman told me I would find him there, so I moved there and looked. It's not really hard they also seek you. Fate has a way of bringing us together when we are needed. ::laughs:: I saw your wolf as I was leaving, I was surprised I didn't notice him before. I should be ashamed of my self ::winks:: Some Shaman I am huh? You didn't have time with the Shaman who passed on the way to you? I had years, and still am not getting it all right. ::shakes his head::

BLAIR:::leans forward, resting his arms on the desk and listening attentatively:: You had years? Oh man! I read about it in a book I found growing up! ::laughs:: I bet that was great though, getting the information from another Shaman. Learning the skills instead of doing trial and error. ::shakes his head:: I can't imagine it! So, like, what did he tell you? And where did you find him? ::too caught up in the moment to give much thought to Christian's earlier territorial comment and not connecting it with Jim's earlier freak out::

CHRISTIAN:::smiles and bounces in his chair a bit:: He found me. I was always into anthro, just like you. It is our way; I bet you read up on shamans and all the primate cultures that utilize them. We are born to guide. It is our destiny, no changing it. So even before we know what we are, we seek the knowledge. ::shrugs:: You know I can't explain mysticism to you. You believe it or you don't. There is never a gray area there.:: laughs as Whitey chases the wolfs wagging tail:: But would be happy to answer any questions you may have, that I know. How did you meet your charge? 

BLAIR:::nods and grins, watching the blond talk about their shared profession with a sureness that he didn't possess and he was rendered speechless for a moment at being given free reign to ask what he wanted. Instead his mind latched onto the last question about how he met Jim and instantly he began to ramble out the story.:: Oh man, that's a funny story! See, I'd been doing research for as long as I could remember. Testing people, looking for the embodiment of the great Sentinel with all the hyperaware senses and stuff. It's the subject of my dissertation, in fact. And so, anyways, I had met this cute little nurse and we saw each other from time to time, ya know? And so one day, she working her shift when this guy comes in complaining about hearing problems, taste problems, smell, sight, touch. The whole deal! So she faxes me the paperwork...I scramble down to the hospital and sneak into his room disguised as a doctor and slip him my card. ::laughs:: Not exactly legal and not exactly smart but I just *knew* he was the one, ya know? So like, he shows up and I try to explain what I think he is, and what's going on with him. He slams me against a wall and threatens to bust me. I try to calm him down and it doesn't work. Then he goes outside and zones, nearly becoming roadkill but I swoop in and save him. Ever since then we've kinda been in this thing together.

CHRISTIAN:::laughs softly and shakes his head:: That is unreal, you didn't know you were his guide? You just seeked out your Sentinel. When did you meet your Shaman? But I knew when I saw Wolife over there you were strong. Threatens to bust you? As in Freeze police? Or as in head wide open? ::grins:: Not that he could. He may want to, but Sentinels can't or won't hurt their guides. Even Primal, you can reach him if you try hard enough and stay calm. They are born to love and protect us. ::winks::

BLAIR:::laughs and bounces in his chair, his excitement overwhelming:: Man, I didn't have a clue that I was "the one" for him. I just knew that if anyone was gonna help him get a grip on what was happening to him, it would have to be me. There aren't too many of us running around to my knowledge. ::leans back staring at Christian in wonder:: You know, when I met Incacha he said I was strong too. But I don't get it. I'm just fumbling along here, man. Like I said, total trial and error. As for the bust thing, it was a little bit of both. ::laughs again:: He called me a neo-hippy witch doctor punk! ::falters a bit:: Wait, love and protect us? Man, that doesn't that Blessed Protector crap drive you insane? I swear if I hear "Stay in the truck and call for backup, Chief." one more time I'm gonna go nuts!

CHRISTIAN:::laughs:: Sure it does. Like hunting me down while I am talking to a professor because someone might pull a staple gun on me or something. I might get a paper cut! But you know as well as I do what they can do between the sheets makes up for those annoying habits.. ::winks::

BLAIR:::coughs and splutters, blinking in confusion:: Wh-what? ::shakes his head:: I don't understand. Between the sheets? What's that got to do with anything? Jim and I aren't partners like that. We're just partners, like cops partners. I'm a special observer on the force so I can help him with his senses and stuff, man. That's all. Well, okay so we've been living together since my place got blown up but that's beside the point. We're just like really good friends, ya know?

CHRISTIAN:How long have you been together? ::raises brow but smiles softly::

BLAIR:::narrows his eyes and looks from Christian to the now avidly watching spirit guides. If he didn't know better, he'd say they were all hanging on his next words.:: Ummm...I guess it's been about four years, why? I don't get it, what are you saying Christian?

CHRISTIAN:And you haven't claimed him, or him you yet? ::shakes head:: You know Devon in town will drive him out of his mind since your not claimed. Why haven't you completed the merge yet Blair? Who has the problem? I can sense your souls are one, but with out the physical::shakes head again:: You two must be ready to kill each other. ::laughs softly:: No wonder I had to drag Devon away from you! It's a Sentinel's wet dream come true, two guides, no waiting.

BLAIR:::slumps and looks thoughtful, frowning slightly as he processes those words, blushing:: So you're saying that this...claiming...has to take place or...or what? Man, Christian, help me out here. Are you really saying that Devon could ::blushes and mumbles:: well you know...and that would be it? Enlighten me man, you've at least had some hands on training with another Shaman.

CHRISTIAN:No, he couldn't or I would Kill Devon. I do not have any qualms about smacking him around. ::winks:: But yes, if *you* were willing, another Sentinel *could* claim you. You do not love him? I mean your sentinel. You don't feel the urge to have him in your bed?

BLAIR:::pales and swallows. Suddenly the air in the room seems to have vanished as Christian voices the *one* thing Blair had avoided thinking about for so long. Jim. In bed. With Blair. Together. He gasped and screwed his eyes shut, leaping to his feet and beginning to pace. This was not happening. This was *not* happening. This was *NOT HAPPENING*!! His mind began to tick off the reason as to why it wasn't happening easily. It was a familiar list. 1) Jim was permanently straight. 2) Up until he'd done a little soul searching after the Alex thing, Blair had also been permanently straight. 3) ???? What was reason number three again? If he'd admitted it to himself earlier, he'd have seen that even reasons one and two were shaky at best. Lets be honest, no two men touch each other *that* much. And certainly not the *way* they touched. Oh sure he'd convinced himself that it was all part of the senses. A way for Jim to ground himself to prevent zone outs, a way for Blair to calm his terribly short tempered partner and keep him under control. But if what Christian said was true??:: So wait...this claiming thing? Is it like a one shot deal? Wham bam thank you Sentinel, and then it's over? I'm claimed and it doesn't happen anymore? ::He gave the blond a hopeful look, thinking that *maybe* he could convince Jim to go through with it once. Maybe. Oh shit! That meant that he, Blair, the Guide, the other half of this partnership *wanted* this to happen! He closed his eyes again and shook his head. He was so screwed. And that thought made him flush a deep shade of red, visualizing the image those words inspired. 'FOCUS BLAIR!' he scolds himself, bouncing nervously and chewing his lower lip, waiting for Christian's response.

CHRISTIAN:::leans back in his chair and watches Blair pace, Whitey on his heels, and Wolfie slapping his tail hard against the floor feeling his charges anxiety:: You would only want it to be once? ::confused look:: I do not understand. If he is your Sentinel then you are soul mates. And I sense that you have already merged souls. You do not find him attractive? ::standing up and moving to his bouncing friend he wraps his arms around him and whispers:: Breath. Calm your self and tell me what your heart wants. ::moving away but keeping his hands on Blair's shoulders::

BLAIR:::shrugs and pulls away shaking his head.:: No man, you don't get it. Okay so maybe I was running from the idea but Jim. Oh jeezus. Jim is like...well, he's...I don't think he "gets" it, ya know? I mean, I think he's attractive. And while I've never really acted on any thing like this before, I know what's going, and I don't mind. And Jim is like...like wow, you know? But he and I...it's not...I mean it's one sided, it's gotta be. He's never indicated anything to the contrary. For Christ's sake, he's got a thing for red heads. And look at me? ::paces some more shaking his head:: You can't tell me this is the way it has to be. He won't accept this. I know him and he won't. It doesn't matter how I explain it to him, he won't buy it and he'll probably kick me out of the loft for even suggesting it. ::stops pacing and slumps, shaking his head:: God, I knew this was too good to be true. That there was a catch of some sort. And it all makes sense now. When they talk about the "bond" between Sentinel and Guide. ::cringes as another thought enters his mind and wraps his arms around his body, feeling suddenly chilled.:: I'm going to have to find him someone that he "can" willingly claim and bond with. ::whispered::

CHRISTIAN:::laughs:: Silly little Brother Shaman. ::sits down and smiles at him fondly:: I told you Sentinels are born to love and protect us. If you want him, he will be yours. You have already merged. And why would you waste your time explaining it to him, when dropping hints and letting them do the hard work is so much easier. If he is anything like Devon, you just have to guide him along, and let him think he is making all the decisions. You do want him right? ::smiles because he knows the answer:: Then I will just have to help you get him.

BLAIR:::stares disbelievingly at Christian and lets out a strangled laugh:: Like that's going to be so easy? Devon seemed pretty open minded compared to Jim. I don't think it's gonna help, man. ::not bothering to deny the observation that he does, in fact, want Jim. He walks back over behind the desk and flops in the chair, throwing at look to the animals in the corner and scowling.:: And why can't *they* help? I thought that's what they were for? Of course the last time they tried to help, he ignored it and said "He didn't want to take that trip" or some such shit. ::looks at Christian:: How'd you do it? Get Devon to claim you that is?

CHRISTIAN:I striped naked and climbed into bed with him, instinct took over from there. ::winks:: Devon is open minded now, before he was pretty straight. But it was his destiny, no fighting that. I will need to see your Sentinel before I can tell you the best approach. I wouldn't steer you wrong. ::smiles:: What about we all meet for Dinner tonight, Devon is going to have to let your Sentinel Alpha him, or him being in town is really going to make him crazy. I hope arm wrestling will do it. I will make sure Dev. lets him win. If not, I guess we could always let yours mount mine. ::grins and waggles his eyebrows:: That should be a hell of a show.

BLAIR:::gives a short panicked laugh:: Climbed into bed with him? No, that approach definitely isn't going to work on Jim. But dinner might be good. Better for them to meet that way than just run into each other and figure it out for themselves. That could be disastrous! ::flushing slightly and continuing to chew his lower lip as he tries to process all of the images and ideas flashing through his mind.::

CHRISTIAN:::laughs:: You know…::stops short as the phone rings, glancing over at Whitey and Wolfie; they are agitated. Staring into Whitey's eyes he stands up and waits for Blair to finish his phone call::

BLAIR:::widens his eyes and shoots Christian and worried look:: Wait wait wait! WHAT did you say? Growling? At who?? ::shakes his head at Christian in confusion and holds his hand up to silence any questions. His eyes fall on the two formerly content spirit guides that are both starting to pace and whine. He shoots Christian a worried look and turns his head back in the direction of the animals as realization dawns.:: Oh shit! Simon, just sit tight! I'll be there as soon as I can get there! Just...I dunno...watch 'em or something! But don't go near them and don't shoot. You're right, you'd only piss him off. I'm on the way. ::hangs up the phone.::

CHRISTIAN:Let me guess, some how our boys have found each other, Let's go before someone gets mauled. Do you have a car? ::opens the office door and waits for Blair to lead the way::

BLAIR:::grabs for his backpack and jacket, fumbling for keys as he heads for the door and dangling them in front of Christian before locking his office door.:: Exactly and they are already mauling each other in the middle of the Major Crimes division. Let's go. ::slings the pack over his shoulder and heads down the hallway in a near run.::

CHRISTIAN:Major Crimes? ::running beside Blair:: Not Good! Not good at all mine is undercover, he can't blow his cover. ::whispered::

BLAIR: ::grimaces and looks back to see the animals, sprinting behind them:: Well this should be lots of fun then. One wolf, one fox, one panther, one god knows what else, two sentinels, two guides and a partridge in a pear tree. Does stuff like this always happen to you to? ::giving Christian a disbelieving look as he climbs in the car::

CHRISTIAN:::jumps in car and tells Whitey to find his own ride before slamming the door:: Yep, all the time. ::shakes head:: You would think I would be used to it. ::laughs softly:: And it is a Cougar, six swans a swimming 4 geese a laying...

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DEVON:::roars once he has his breath back that had been forced out of him:: You should claim him then, does he know he's yours? ::head butts Jim and slams him against the office door:: I SHOOK HIS HAND! ::snapped::

JIM:::groans and reels from the blow, staggering back but never taking his eyes off the other man:: Don't care. Never should have touched him. ::He hisses the words at Devon, forcing the pain of his throbbing head out of his mind and circling around the desk, looking for the best way to take the man down and vent this rage that's stewing inside him.:: I'll kill you if you hurt him. Kill you if you try to take him away! ::lunging to grab Devon and landing on top of him, pinning him to the ground and growling louder::

DEVON:::pants and looks up at the outraged man. He is too primal. Okay lets try to reason:: Jim, that was your name right? Jim? I just shook his hand, as in a friendly greeting. I didn't hurt him, when we left his office he was safe and sound I promise. ::softly:: I have a guide, A guide I am in love with, I do not want or need yours.

JIM:::glares and growls, slamming his weight back against Devon to emphasize his anger and frustration. He doesn't relent but his piercing blue eyes lock on the other man's, squinting slightly, as if trying to use his Sentinel sight to see the truth in Devon's eyes.:: 

DEVON:::meets his gaze steadily:: I know, I know. ::softly:: I know your angry, but I am not a bad guy, I don't hurt innocents and I don't steal from people. ::watching his face for any sign he might be calming down:: Calm down Jim, what do your senses tell you? If I had done more than shake his hand you would have known the minute I entered the building. Look. ::motioning his head to the cougar and panther, who were in the same position they were in:: Even they are calming down now. ::thinks Wuss at his spirit guide::

JIM:::darts his eyes over momentarily, still not trusting this Sentinel that had dared to touch Blair. When he saw that Devon was telling the truth about the spirit guides, he took a second look, longer, studying the way the animals were slowly calming and relaxing with each other. Taking the subliminal clue, he relaxed his hold on Devon. Confusion colored his face now along with embarrassment when he looked back at Devon, shaking his head and not understanding. His jaw remained tight but his breathing was slowing back down to normal.::

DEVON:::sighs and closes his eyes before looking over at the spirit guides, Goldie was licking the black panthers muzzle:: You big wuss! ::looking back up at The calming Sentinel:: I really don't want to have to lick you Jim. ::laughs:: But if it will help…

JIM:::relaxes a bit further and moves away, shaking his head and slipping a hand up to rub the throbbing knot slowly rising where Devon head butted him. He swallows thickly and forces his voice to cooperate by remaining low and as even as possible, though it still resembles a growl:: You never said how you found him. Blair. You were at Rainer this morning. Why?

DEVON:My guide went to talk to him about sitting in on his class while we were here. I blame this all on Chris! He is a trouble magnet you know. He… ::stops short as a white fox and gray wolf trot into the room through the closed door:: He is here is what he is. I bet that's your guide’s wolf huh? They are here or on their way. ::rubbing his own head::

JIM:::looks up and sees the wolf and instantly begins to track for his roommate and partner. And then there it is, slightly fast and uneven, no doubt from rushing after a panicked call from Simon. Blair's heartbeat. Still distant but getting closer.:: Blair. He's here. Downstairs...in the garage. On his way up here to make sure I haven't wrecked Simon's office and killed you. ::looks around at the dismantled office, papers scattered everywhere, leaving the room looking like a hurricane had passed through it.:: I'm gonna be on desk duty for a month for this.

DEVON:::tilts head:: You know, My guide is going to kill me. Desk duty sounds good to me right about now. ::struggles to his feet:: I don't suppose you could just kill me quick? Because listening to him whine for a month or more is a hard and cruel way to go. 

JIM: ::shakes his head:: Nothing doing, man. I'd have to listen to Blair prying about 'what set me off? what did I feel? was is like a zone? was I aware of what was going on? and then my favorite:'Don't you know that murder is still illegal? Even more so when it's done in your superior officer's private office!' Face it, man. What we need right now are a couple of those kamikaze cyanide tablets. ::grimacing and squinting his eyes against the throbbing in his head::

DEVON:::watches him closely:: Dial it down, I did, plus we really don't want to be feeling every lash of the tongue we are fixing to get, I put mine at 2. I wish I could go into the negative numbers here. Not that the tongue is always bad. ::winks:: but in this case a firing squad is looking good.

JIM:::gives Devon and incredulous look but slowly manages to focus on the dials and turn them down to better deal with the small aches and pains that were making themselves known after his and Devon's scuffle. He laughed. Scuffle hell, it was out and out war for a while there. Blair was really gonna chew him a new one for being so paranoid.:: 

BLAIR:::pulls into the garage and immediately heads to the elevator, waving off all questions from surrounding officers with a "Not now." He quickly pushed the button for the required floor only then noticing that the wolf and fox were no where around.:: I think we lost 'em. Unless...they've gone ahead to try to stop the bloodbath. Oh I'm gonna kill him for this.

CHRISTIAN:::following Blair closely:: If Devon is alive, he won't be for long, I will tell you that for nothing. 

BLAIR: ::taps his foot impatiently and bolts out the doors the minute they open.:: I'm with you man. ::heading towards the bullpen and pausing once there to take in the tattered blinds on Simon's office window. His steps quicken as he rushes to the door and forces it open, inhaling sharply before spotting his Sentinel and frowning.:: Well, now that you've trashed the office and freaked out the entire department, do you feel better?

CHRISTIAN:::walks in behind Blair and gives Devon the once over:: Are you hurt? ::when Devon shakes his head no he smiles:: Just wait until I get you home, you will be! What in the hell is the matter with you? ::stepping forward and looking up at his Sentinel:: You come to another man's town and pick a fight? IN A POLICE STATION? You have lost your mind haven't you? ::turns and looks Jim over once:: Are you hurt? ::waits for a shake of his head:: Good, you put your paws on my man again, and you will be! Got me big guy? And don't even try to act tough! Right now, We are all going to get out of here, Go to Blair's house while you two shower and change, then you two lunatics are taking us out for a wonderfully expensive and romantic dinner! ::mumbles and starts pacing:: Making us worry like that. Why I outta.. ::realizes no one has said yes to dinner he looks up and stops; calmly regarding both Sentinels:: Do either one of you want to tell me no? ::dropping voice to an icy tone:: Do you really? ::puts hands on his hips and arches a brow at the two of them::

DEVON:Umm Dinner sounds good Champ, But I think I am still under arrest. ::holds up cuffed hands:: I ummm.. ::looks down and dances foot to foot like a 6 year old being chastised by his parents:: But I'm not saying no!

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