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Coffee Break
by Vision
Summary: A little humor piece. Dedicated to my wonderful beta reader Becky and her kind roommate Robyn. You guys are the best!
Disclaimer: Jim and Blair don't belong to me, but it would be nice if they did <g>
"I'm really sorry I'm late, Chief. You have no idea how long it took me to get here."
"It's okay, Jim."
"No really, you have no idea what happened. First you called and I grabbed my jacket and the keys fell out of the pocket. I bent over to pick them up and whacked my head on the drawer that I had left open. Of course, I wouldn't have left the drawer open if it weren't for Brown needing to borrow my stapler for the millionth time. I swear to you I'm gonna buy that guy a stapler for Christmas and staple it to his forehead. So I get my keys and head for the door, but oh no, not getting away that easy. Simon yells at me from his office and I turn around quick and BAM, Rhonda dumps an entire pot of coffee on my shirt. Well, that's just great now isn't it. Damn lucky it was yesterdays coffee so it wasn't hot. Can you imagine what would have happened if that thing was hot? I'll tell you I wouldn't be picking you up right now, no way, no how. I'd be laying in some hospital room cursing her up and down."
"Jim..."
"So anyway, I brush Simon off and I head for the parking garage. Well, lo and behold, some idiot backed into the truck. It's not a big dent, but still I can see it and if I can see it then it bugs me Sometimes I wish I couldn't see that stuff, you know? I mean, I see stuff that you can't see and it really irritates me sometimes. So I'm staring at this big dent in the truck and that jerk Stone from Vice comes walking up to me. I tell you, man, that guy needs an attitude adjustment. He gives me one of those 'looks,' you know the ones. The looks that people give you when they think they're better than you are. Well I ain't no fool. I tell you if that guy wants to pick a fight I'm ready, man, I'm pumped."
"Jim...."
"So I get in the truck, my shirt's covered in coffee, my head is throbbing and my car has a ding in it. I'll tell you this has been one hell of a morning. Well, aren't you gonna say something?"
"I just have one thing to say, Jim. What kind of coffee did Rhonda spill on you?"
"Espresso. Why?"
"I thought so."
The End