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Author-Vision
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Fowl Play
by Vision
Summary: Written in answer to the 1999 CT Thanksgiving challenge. Humor.
Written in answer to Angie's CT Thanksgiving challenge. Story challenge had to include a pumpkin pie, a duck (the quack-quack living variety), snow, a vroom-vroom truck chase, the furry Fargo hat from Light My Fire, Pampers, and some minor owies.
Disclaimer: Jim, Blair, and Naomi do not belong to me. They are the property of Pet Fly and Paramount. I don't make any money etc. etc. Vision sends Becky a big thank you for all of her work.
Jim rolled his eyes in disgust. "I thought I buried that dead animal on your head."
Mimicking Jim's voice, Blair wiped the condensation from the truck's windshield. "‘I thought I buried that dead animal on your head.' Funny, Jim. Very funny. I'll have you know this hat is made out of genuine..."
With an evil grin, Jim finished the sentence. "...genuine road kill."
Blair's gloved hand connected with Jim's smiling face. "I'll get you for that, Ellison. You just wait. How long we got to sit out here anyway? I can't believe Simon made us do this. Turkey smuggling? Give me a break."
Rolling down the window, Jim watched as a transport truck came to a stop just outside the warehouse. Focusing in on the sound emanating from the back of the vehicle, Jim smiled. "There're our boys now. There're birds in that truck. Lots of them. Sit tight. I'm gonna check it out."
Shivering Blair pulled his coat closer around him. "Bring me back some feathers. We could build a nest."
Cautiously, Jim exited the truck. Gun in hand, he made his way to the side of the vehicle. He watched intently as a wad of money changed hands. The two men shook hands and said their "good byes". Seizing the opportunity, Jim sprang out from the side of the truck. "Cascade P.D. Put your hands up!"
Both men instantly complied. The younger man dropped the money. "Don't shoot! We're unarmed."
Suddenly the door of the transport truck slammed into Jim's back. Sprawling to the ground, Jim dropped his gun. Within seconds the two suspects jumped into the truck and sped away.
Blair ran towards Jim yelling his name. "Jim! Jim! Oh my god!"
Slowly Jim moved to a standing position holding his right arm. "Damn. Come on, Sandburg. They're getting away. You drive."
Rushing to the truck, Blair sped after the perps. Weaving in and out of the holiday traffic, Blair kept pace with the speeding vehicle. Jim grabbed the radio and called for backup. The transport truck skidded on the ice-covered road. Losing control of the trailer, the truck veered off the highway and rolled on its side. Blair slammed on the brakes and safely came to a stop feet from the rear of the vehicle. Sirens and lights filled the snow-covered streets. Within minutes all three suspects were cuffed and escorted away. Blair approached the rear of the transport and opened the back door. Jim's voice punctured the air.
"Sandburg! Don't touch the..."
Jim's words were cut off by the sound of hundreds of birds flocking on to the highway. Turkeys, ducks, geese, flapping and squawking down the road. Tires screeched, people cursed, and Jim laughed.
"Way to go, Chief. Now that's what I call ‘road kill'. Maybe you should take one home. You could probably make a nice sweater to match that hat of yours."
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Naomi handed Jim an ice pack and gently patted his shoulder. "You rest now. Let me get you some pumpkin pie. I'll be right back."
Jim smiled and rested his head on the back of the couch. "Thanks Naomi. That was a great dinner by the way. I really appreciate the help. Where'd Blair get to anyway? He's been gone for over an hour."
Naomi cut a piece of the pie and placed it on a plate. "He said he had an errand to run. He should be back any minute."
As if on cue the door to the loft opened and Blair entered with a large box in his hands. "Hey Jim. Hi Mom."
Giving Blair a confused look, Jim pointed to the box. "What you got in there, Chief?"
Placing the box on the floor, Blair lifted a duck clad in Pampers out of the box. "His name's Fred. Brown found him wandering around after the little...problem the other night. I couldn't just leave him there."
Rising to his feet, mouth gaping, Jim moved towards the animal. "Get rid of it. Do you hear me?"
Moving to protect the animal, Blair shook his head. "It's just a duck, Jim. I even bought diapers for it so that it wouldn't make a mess. It's just until the morning. Honest."
Jim grabbed Blair around the neck and stared deeply into his eyes. "They say chickens run around for a while after they've been killed. Maybe I should test that theory."
The End