See
part one for disclaimer and warnings
Title:
DRUGS
Author/pseudonym:
Sentarla
Rating:
PG
Status:
6/8
Date:
04/01/99
Archive:
Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel:
Non
My
Website: http://www.oocities.org/sentarla
E-mail:
Sentarla (Please be nice)
Note:
Just want to say a quick hi to Bonnie and Shycat. I'm happy they are feeling
better. Hope everyone is enjoying the weather in what ever part of the world
they live in, and hey, I learnt something new today. Vancouver is in Washington
state, not in Canada. Wow. I live in Australia, and Vancouver is portrayed as a
city in Canada. Anyway. Hope you like the story, only two more parts to go.
Part 7 will be up in a week or two. P.s. did you guess right?
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"Jim,
this is soooo not funny man. I'm not a baby!"
Jim
took one look at his partner's puppy dog eyes, and laughed harder. Simon had
thought of everything. To stop Blair from slipping in the shower, Simon had put
some non-slip patches on the shower floor. What was so funny was that they were
glow in the dark Sesame Street ones, with Big Bird in the centre. Shaking his
head once more, Jim headed out of the bathroom and left his unhappy Guide to
have a shower with his new friends.
The
rest of the day went by without incident. Blair felt like he was under a
microscope with Jim constantly watching and hovering over him. Once Blair had
tried to get up off the couch, to answer the door, but he was calmly told that
if he moved off the couch, he would be carried to bed, and stuck there for the
rest of the day. With all the rest, Blair was very ready to go to work the next
day.
"Jim,
come on, man. You can't keep me locked away forever. I'm fine, I'll stay at
your desk and do paperwork, no problem."
"Chief,
I don't think it will be safe for you."
Blair
stopped for a second and looked into his Blessed Protector's eyes and spoke
slowly. "Jim. The safest place for me is at your side, and you will be at
the station." Jim, stunned by the trust evident in his Guide's voice and
eyes, hung his head and said a silent prayer to all the gods who watched over
them.
"Okay,
Chief, but if I tell you to sit down and don't move, then I mean it ,
okay?"
Bouncing
with energy once again, Blair gave one of his mega-watt Sandburg smiles and
bounced to his room.
"No
problem, Jim, you won't even notice I'm there."
Shaking
his head, Jim smiled. There was no way short of a tranquillizer dart that
Sandburg could go unnoticed, even for a brief amount of time. He was way too
energetic for that.
The
drive to work was quiet, both thinking about the same thing but not wanting to
talk about it. Blair noticed, but did not mention the fact, that Jim was
driving slowly, and with a lot more care than usual.
Once
they reached the Station, Blair was not sure what to expect. He hoped Simon had
not decided to pad the office, God if he hadElair cringed at the mental image.
As
they made their way up to the Bullpen, Blair took some deep cleansing breaths
and turned to Jim.
"Umm,
Jim, has Simon told the other guys about me?" Fearful at the prospect, but
at the same time relieved, Blair waited for the answer.
Searching
for the right words, Jim answered with unease. "Well, I know we should
have talked to you first, but Simon and I both felt, after what happened when
Simon grabbed you too hard, that we better tell them. You know how much they
muck around and we didn't want you to get hurt again."
Nodding
his head, Blair considered the wisdom of his protector. Before the elevator's
doors opened, Jim heard a loud frantic voice. "Quick, quick, he's coming,
they're in the elevator!"
Glancing
at his partner, Jim saw Blair stare at the numbers as they counted their way up
the seven floors. Nope, he hadnt heard. Tuning back in, Jim caught the last of
it.
"That's
enough," a calm voice bellowed, then more softly, "Just act normally,
he's no different today than any other day; you just have to remember not to
hit him, bump into him, or let him bump into anything, okay?" A chorus of "Yes
Sir" followed the Captain's words. Jim let out a small sigh. Maybe this
would not be so bad after all.
Hearing
his Sentinel, Blair turned a half-hearted smile his way. "I know, big guy,
everything is going to be okay."
Reaching
over, Jim lightly tossed his friend's curls before holding the elevator door
open.
Once
they entered the doors to Major Crimes, Blair felt as well as heard the
silence. All eyes were on him, and Blair felt like turning around and running
back to the truck. The silence, however, was broken once a general
"Welcome Back, Sandburg" was yelled out suddenly. The Bullpen came
alive with noise once again. A few came up to say hello, while others gave a
wave and got back to work. After a few minutes Jim and Blair headed for Simon's
office, where he was patiently waiting with door open.
"Hey,
Simon, got any coffee?"
Shaking
his head, Simon poured a cup. "One day the other detectives are going to
realise why they don't see you drinking the break-room coffee. That got a short
laugh, then the room fell silent.
Feeling
a little self-conscious, Blair cleared his throat. "Umm, thanks, Simon for
the loft, umm, it was really thoughtful."
Giving
a gruff "Your welcome", Simon tried to pick a less personal topic.
"Okay,
Jim, on your desk is all the possible places which could have supplied Michaels
with some of the strange chemicals in his drugs. There is a picture and a
fill-in-the-blank search warrant, if you need it as well. Sandburg, as of
today, I am restricting you to light desk duties, and if you feel threatened in
any way, even if it is just someone too close to you, then I want to know about
it straight away."
Keeping
his head down, Blair nodded his agreement.
"Okay,
gentlemen, back to work then."
Once
back at the desk, Blair sat down and looked down at the mountain of paperwork
that had mysteriously turned up on their desk.
"Umm,
Jim, what is this?"
Trying
to stifle a grim, Jim replied, "Paperwork, Chief."
Rolling
his eyes, Blair pointed to the pile again.
"I
know that, Jim, but why is it here? I finished all our paperwork the other day;
we're up to date."
Just
as Blair had finished talking, another folder was placed on the pile.
"Yeah,
Hairboy, but we're not." H replied to Blair's question. "When ever
one of us is put on desk duty or restricted to base due to an injury, we have a
standing rule; that person gets everyones paperwork."
"Please,
Jim, tell me he's joking."
Giving
H a wink, Jim said. "Sorry, Chief, no can do."
Giving
a loud theatrical sigh, but secretly pleased to be considered one of them, Blair
started on the first file.
The
day passed slowly; by the time Blair had finished 10 case files, it was 5pm. He
was still hungry, even after the large plain salad sandwich someone had placed
on his desk at lunch. Jim had been close-lipped over who had put it there,
except that he had checked it out and it was safe.
Picking
up his jacket, Blair was about to follow Jim out, when the phone rang. Out of
habit, Blair picked it up.
"Major
Crimes, Detective Jim Ellison's phone, Blair Sandburg speaking."
"Hello,
Blair. Miss me?"
With
an intake of breath, Blair stood stock still, a slight shake invading his
frame.
"What,
lost for words? That's okay, you don't need to talk. So how are you feeling,
boy?"
Sensing
his Guide's distress, Jim turned around and took in the situation at a glance.
"Joel, trace the call on my line," Jim softly indicated. Reaching
over, Jim took the phone out of Blair's tight grip.
"Who
is this," Jim growled into the phone.
"Ahh,
Detective Ellison. So how is my little boy today? Is he feeling okay?"
"Michaels,"
Jim growled. "You better watch your back., When I get you , you're
dead."
Jim
heard a chuckle from the other end of the phone. "Now, now, Detective, you
better be nice, otherwise you will never see the antidote and Blair may have a
few accidents. Can you imagine what a simple pebble thrown at him could
do?"
Before
Jim could respond, the phone was slammed in his ear, causing him to cringe. As
he put the phone down, he saw Joel shake his head. No luck. Going over to his
partner, Jim pushed Blair down into a chair.
"Chief,
you okay? Blair, talk to me."
Taking
a few slow breaths, Blair opened his eyes. "Yeah, big guy, it was just,
you know, a shock."
"Chief,
I'm just going to tell Simon, and then we're out of here, okay? Will you be
okay out here?"
"Yeah,
Jim. Joel's over there, and I won't move from this chair."
Looking
at his Guide, Jim nodded and told Joel to watch Blair.
Ten
minutes later, Jim and Blair headed home. The trip was in silence and they
picked up dinner on the way. Trusting his Sentinel, Blair ate as much as he
could and then went to bed, the phone call never once mentioned.
The
next few days were quiet. Since they were stuck on desk duty, Major Crimes were
up to date with all their paperwork for the first time in history. Everyone had
settled down, and Blair's hemophilia was no longer a talking point. There had
been no sightings of Michaels and Blair had not had any bleeds. It was on the
fifth morning after Michaels call that Jim awoke with a start. Something was
not right, his senses were screaming for his attention. Sending his hearing
towards his Guide, Jim tried to find the problem. From Blair's room, he could
hear his Guide struggling for air, his heart rate erratic. Rushing downstairs,
Jim found his Guide unconscious and his lips blue. Knowing an ambulance would
take too long, Jim chucked some clothes on and rushed his Guide to the
hospital.
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