Disclaimer: No money is made from this story and Blair Sandburg and Jim Ellison don't belong to me. Pet Fly and Paramount own them. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
Author's Notes: Hi. Yeah I know another one so soon, but Lisa gave me another challenge after I found someone else's story (on another fanfic group) and it seemed that they hadn't run spell check. Two words were written without spaces (likethis). Hope you can read it. I sometimes think this way too. This is for my April dues to the SentinelAngst List. I'm already working on my June dues. I crave feedback so let me know what you think.
Blair Sandburg was bored. He had spent his morning trying to explain about Mayan sun ceremonies to a group of uninterested freshmen. Most of the students had taken the class to meet a Social Science requirement. He had left the lecture feeling exhausted. The rest of his day had been spent with his friend and partner, Jim Ellison. Jim was a detective with Major Crimes of the Cascade Police. Jim was also a full-fledged Sentinel and Blair was his Guide.
Blair sat down on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on ESPN in the hopes of finding a Jags game to take his mind to another place. His last thought as the opening line up was starting was for Jim to get home soon.
End (...for now)