|Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness,|
@ 2010-06-20 13:23:00
|Entry tags:||jim/blair, the sentinel|
Bees Gotta Buzz -- Jim/Blair Rated R
Title: Bees Gotta Buzz
Fandom: The Sentinel
Summary: Jim learns not to leave his partner behind.
Written for: Slashthedrablle back in 2005.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings: Foul language and foul…fowls.
Word Count: 500
Beta'd by kitty_poker1
Notes: This was my first attempt at TS fiction. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
Bees Gotta Buzz
When this case was through he was going to go to Simon, demand a few days off, drag Jim out to his one of his favorite damn fishing holes, catch the biggest trout possible and then beat his obstinate partner over the head with it.
Hey, it might not be the regular way to connect with nature but it would work.
“Stay here and wait for backup, Chief. Fuck that Ellison. Jackass is still forgetting that I actually have a gold shield too and it’s my fucking job as Guide, partner and as lover to keep his stubborn ass from getting killed.”
He was grumbling under his breath. Mostly he was just trying to breathe and run at the same time. Jim didn’t have much of a head start on him but it was enough. The bastard had such long legs and he had to scramble to catch up.
They’d been on this case for three days, since it had been bumped up from Homicide after the discovery of the fifth body. Blair had figured out that the killer had been re-enacting a scene from a role-playing game. After that, all they’d had to do was track down what gaming shops carried the game.
They had been at the third one when Jim had picked up a scent that he’d found at the last crime scene. They’d walked into the back of the shop to find a middle-aged man working. He had taken one look at the two police officers and run out the back door and Jim had followed. It had only taken Blair a few minutes to call it in but that had been long enough for his Sentinel to get a head start.
He saw Jim slip down one of the passageways leading from the downtown area to the parking lot. He got a stitch in his side and had to slow down so when he came down the corridor he wasn’t running at full speed.
Which was a damned good thing. Evidently the pigeons loved to roost on the rooftops in that area.
Jim had one hand on the murderer and one hand on the railing along the side. Both men were covered in bird guano and were slipping in the mess. Blair tried to keep from laughing for all of five seconds before he started chuckling.
“A little help here, Sandberg? That is, if you can stop laughing it up?” Jim’s voice was sarcastic and one of his famous iceman glares was being aimed right at Blair.
Blair just waved him off. “Don’t look at me man. I’m waiting for the backup, remember?”
“I’m gonna fucking kill these birds!”
Blair shrugged. They’re just doing what comes naturally. Bees gotta buzz and pigeons gotta poop.”
“Fuck you, Sandberg!” Jim’s growl sounded remarkably like his spirit animal and it caused Blair to grin.
“Not until you’ve had a shower, lover!” He gave a wicked grin. Maybe now his Sentinel wouldn’t be so quick to leave him behind.