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Arrivals
Author-Suzie
Titles
Working Late
by Suzie
Summary: Just a little PWP, h/c story that my head was screaming at me to write.
Disclaimer: Some of the characters in this story belong to the UPN Network and Pet Fly Productions as part of the television show The Sentinel. I do not claim these characters as my own. No money has changed hands.
Notes: This is a little PWP, h/c, angsty thing that I'm blaming on the toothache I've got and the lack of sleep it's caused. <VBEG>
11:15pm ~~ Cascade Police Department, Major Crimes Division.
Detective Jim Ellison was putting on his jacket as his Captain, Simon Banks, left his office.
"Ready to get out of here, Jim?" Simon asked.
"More than ready sir," Jim smiled tiredly.
"Feels good to have the Myers case wrapped up," Simon said as they walked together to the elevator.
Jim rubbed at the sore muscles of his neck, "Took half the night to do the paperwork, but at least it's done and over with."
The two men stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed behind them. Jim's cell phone rang to life in his pocket and he groaned. Simon chuckled and clamped his unlit cigar between his teeth.
"Ellison," Jim barked into the little phone.
"J-Jim?" a voice whispered on the other end.
"Blair?" Jim had to turn his hearing up a notch to hear his friend more clearly.
"Help ... me," Blair said urgently, though it was obvious he was having difficulties pushing the words out.
Jim instantly went into *Blessed Protector* mode. "What's wrong, Chief?!" he asked, concerned.
This got Simon's attention and he wished he had the Sentinel abilities Jim had so he could hear both sides of the conversation.
"They ... t-took ... my ... car," Blair managed, then groaned painfully.
Jim heard the pain so clearly he could nearly feel it. "Where are you, Blair?!"
The elevator stopped at the main floor and the doors opened. Jim and Simon stepped off and proceeded quickly through the lobby.
When there was no answer from Blair, Jim stopped at the front desk. "Come on, Chief, talk to me here! Where are you?!"
"J-Jim?" Blair muttered.
"I'm here, Blair. Tell me where you are so I can help you," Jim said desperately.
"Um ... phone ... booth."
"Okay, you're in a phone booth. *Where* is this phone booth, Chief?"
Blair groaned again and Jim could hear his Guide's cough painfully, then wheeze as he tried to suck in air.
"Blair, can you tell me where you are?!"
"No ... don't ... know," Blair whispered through gritted teeth.
"Blair, look around okay," Jim said. "Do you see a street sign?"
"Can't ... stand ... sorry."
Jim fought the panic that wanted to rise inside his gut as he visualized Blair sitting in a dark phone booth, alone and in pain. "Okay, don't worry about it," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead in an effort to think.
"Where is he?!" Simon asked worriedly. He had the desk phone in hand, ready to call for backup and medical aid.
Jim shrugged and shook his head. "Blair, can you see any buildings from where you are?"
"Um ... yeah," Blair sniffled, a whimper escaping.
"Can you see *anything*?! A name, numbers ... maybe like an address?!"
Jim heard Blair shuffle slightly and a stifled cry of pain. He looked at Simon worriedly, "He's really hurting."
"D-Dell," Blair managed softly.
"Dell? Is that a sign on a building, Chief?" Jim asked patiently.
"Yeah ... Dell ... Corp."
Simon set the phone down as he reached over the desk and grabbed a phonebook.
Jim watched Simon open the book to the business white pages. "Dell Corp, Simon."
Simon quickly scanned a page listing under 'D' of businesses in Cascade, then said triumphantly, "Here it is, Jim. 8610 Commerce." Simon grabbed the desk phone again and dialed 911.
As soon as Simon had given the information to the emergency operator, they both immediately jogged out the front doors.
"We'll take my car," Simon said. "It's right out front."
"Hang on, buddy, we're on our way!" Jim said into the cell phone.
"Jim ... hurts," Blair cried quietly into the phone.
Jim heard a clatter on the other end of the line as he got into the car and pulled the passenger side door closed. "Blair?! Talk to me dammit!" He listened, but could only hear his Guide's labored breathing. "He's passed out, Simon! We've got to hurry!"
Simon had the lights and siren going as he pulled away from the curb. Both he and Jim knew it was going to take at least ten minutes to get to Blair's location.
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Jim kept calling to Blair into the cell phone as Simon drove, but there was no response until they were nearly there. Jim listened intently as the sound of a car could be heard stopping nearby, then doors opening and slamming shut.
"J-Jim?" Blair finally whispered. His voice was hoarse and shaky.
Thank God! "Blair, how're you doing?" Jim asked.
"They're ... back."
"Who's back, Chief?"
"I ... hear ... them," Blair groaned. "They're ... looking."
Jim focused his hearing and could hear the voices in the background.
"He couldn't have gotten too far," a young male voice said. "Not after the way we did him."
"Yeah, the little puke just thinks he can hide from us is all," another voice said.
"Step on it Simon!" Jim cried out in near panic. "They've come back for him!"
"Shit!" Simon muttered as he pushed the accelerator further down. "Two blocks left!"
"Here he is!" someone called.
Jim could only listen helplessly when he heard Blair's weak scream as he was obviously being dragged from the phone booth. He heard his friend, Guide, and partner call his name just before the line went dead. "Simon! Faster!"
**********
Simon's car sailed around the corner onto Commerce, its headlights revealing the three men as they beat and kicked a hapless form that lay on the sidewalk. All three looked up at the same time and for a moment froze in mid-movement. With Sentinel sight Jim was able to get a good look at all three before they jumped back into Blair's Volvo and took off.
Tires screeched as Simon pulled the car to a halt and was simultaneously on the radio reporting that the assailants were driving a late model Volvo and gave the license number. Jim was out of the vehicle before it was completely stopped.
"Blair!" Jim said softly as he knelt beside the prone figure of his partner. Blood showed dark on the sidewalk, but he couldn't see where it was from. Gently, Jim rolled Blair onto his back and winced at the damage he saw. "Oh God, Chief," Jim whispered at the sight of the blood on his friend's face. He moved his fingers lightly over the young man's unconscious form, feeling the dislocated jaw and broken nose while avoiding the facial lacerations. Then down Blair's torso where his Sentinel sensitive fingers met with many broken ribs. At least five on the right side and two on the left. Jim could hear as well as feel the rasp of labored breathing and wondered about internal injuries. His hands were shaking when he found the broken left wrist, the bruising indicated that it may have been kicked. He was trying to protect himself. Police cars were pulling up from all sides and Captain Banks was shouting orders, but Jim took no notice.
"J-Jim," Blair wheezed painfully.
Jim looked down into dulled pain filled eyes. "Shh, don't try to talk, Chief," he said, brushing a hand over Blair's forehead.
"Hurts."
"I know. Just be still. The medics and ambulance are almost here."
Simon appeared across from Jim, "How're we doing here?"
"He's in rough shape, sir," Jim replied. "Where's that ambulance?"
"Should be here in a minute." Simon gently pressed his hand to Blair's shoulder, "You're going to be fine, kid."
Blair swallowed against his pain and dryness in his throat, and closed his eyes.
"The Volvo was spotted a few blocks away ... the three occupants bailed. Our people are searching ..."
There was a crackle over the radio in Simon's car as a foot chase began. Jim and Simon listened intently to the commentary until it was announced that one of the assailants had been apprehended. Both men let out sighs of relief. The other two had been lost in the dark, but the police were still looking.
Jim looked down at Blair again and all the anger tried to surface. "I want that bastard!" he snarled. "I want him *now*!" Jim's entire body was shaking.
"You *will* stay away from the prisoner, Detective," Simon said. "We may need him to tell us who the other two are." Then I will *gladly* turn him over to you and take my turn with the other two.
"Simon, I ..."
A hand grasped weakly at Jim's arm.
"No, Blair, don't move!" Jim said gently, his attention back on his friend.
Blair groaned and whispered, "Cold."
"I'll get a blanket," Simon said, then stood and walked quickly to his car.
Jim took Blair's uninjured hand and held it, feeling the iciness, "You need to be still, Chief."
"Can't ... breathe," Blair groaned.
"Okay, just try to relax." Jim sat down on the sidewalk and carefully pulled his partner up so he was cradled against his chest. "How's that?"
Blair rested the side of his face against Jim's chest, "Better."
Strong arms engulfed Blair gently and the young Guide felt warmth seep into his body.
"You're going to be okay, buddy. Just hang in there," Jim whispered against the top of Blair's head.
Blair groaned and began to cry softly, shifting his body so he was in as much contact with his Blessed Protector as possible.
Jim just held Blair gently, stroking his head, trying to give any small measure of comfort he could.
Simon returned and silently covered Blair with the blanket. Jim looked up, tears just starting to trail down his cheeks, but said nothing. The ambulance siren was turned off in mid scream as it came around the corner.
**********
Surgery was needed to displace a broken rib that was pressing against Blair's bruised lung. There was massive internal and external bruising. Blair's dislocated jaw was put back into place. Stitches and butterfly bandages covered the cuts on the young man's bruised and swollen face. A wide bandage covered his broken nose and gauze had been placed in each nostril. Blair would be on a ventilator for twenty-four hours to reduce the stress on his bruised lung.
IV fluids dripped and monitors beeped as Jim sat silently beside the hospital bed in Intensive Care that held Blair in a drug-induced sleep. The doctor, nurses, and even Simon tried to get the big Detective to go home, but Jim had refused. He would be there when Blair woke.
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I *was* gonna end it here, but clearer Beta heads have prevailed and there will be an *ending* to this. I bowed to the wiser Beta Beast when she said I would be lynched if I didn't add something to this. *AND* now that my tooth don't hurt no more there's no telling what I'll come up with. <G>