Don’t
Mess Around with Jim
Lieutenant Tim Hobbs handed the file over to Captain Banks
with a disappointed look on his face. “Sir, when the Governor asked me to audit
your precinct’s expenses I thought she was crazy. I mean, you have the best
solve record in the state.” He shook his head sadly. “But what I see here.”
Banks just shrugged, failing miserably at his attempt to look innocent.
Simon sat forward in his desk. “Sir, every one of those
expenses was reviewed and approved by my supervisors. It’s not like I sit down
and write the checks myself. All I do is turn in the expense reports for those
things I feel the city should cover.” Banks sighed, meeting
The auditor stared at him for a second then shook his head minutely. “Well, you are correct. The Governor wasn’t too concerned about the expense sheet. She just wanted me to verify the accuracy of the reports. However, there is another matter here, if you’ll take a look at page three.”
Simon opened the folder and suppressed a groan as he read the heading at the top of the page, “Medical Expenses.”
“I see you understand our dilemma,”
Simon nodded warily, certain that the other shoe was about to drop.
“But why is the city of
Simon rose from his chair, glancing at his watch as he moved toward the Lieutenant. “You know, it’s almost lunch time. Why don’t we go to this nice restaurant I know and I’ll tell you all about it?”
Banks maneuvered himself and
They were about fifteen feet from the elevator when a pissed off Sentinel came stalking around the corner followed closely by a confused Guide.
“Geez, Jim, slow down,” Simon heard Blair say. “What’s wrong
Jim?” Sandburg asked as Simon grabbed
“You know, those elevators have been really slow lately,” Simon obfuscated. “I think we should take the stairs.”
“Captain Banks!” Ellison growled.
“No he doesn’t,” Simon insisted sharply. He had to pause to let other people past the scaffolding then continued to haul the auditor toward the stairs and safety.
“Simon!” Jim shouted.
“Come on,” Simon urged
“Look out!” Ellison’s voice warned.
Simon suddenly fell forward as
“Jim!” Sandburg yelled.
Simon and
“Jim,” Blair said anxiously, “we need to get you to the hospital and get that cut looked at.”
Jim shook his head then grimaced in pain. “No, Chief. One more trip to the hospital this month and Nurse Baker will think I really do have a crush on her.”
Sandburg smirked as he gently moved Jim’s hand away from his head and applied a clean handkerchief donated by one of the nearby officers.
“Jim?” Simon said. “What happened?”
Ellison looked up at his captain. “Well, I was trying to catch up to you, sir,” he said wryly, darting a glare at Lt. Hobbs before he continued, “When I saw the paint can start to fall. Since I couldn’t get your attention I pushed you both out of the way.” He closed his eyes briefly against the obviously growing headache. “I just didn’t get myself out of the way in time.”
“Yeah,” Blair snorted sarcastically, “it’s amazing that you were able to get Simon and, uh, sorry, don’t know your name…”
“
“Glad to meet you,” Blair continued. “Anyway, I don’t know how you managed to move both of them Jim.” He glanced up at Simon apologetically. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but the two of you together outweigh Jim by quite a bit.” Sandburg looked back to Jim. “Guess playing football comes in handy sometimes, huh?” he asked with a grin.
“Yeah, whatever, Chief,” Jim grunted, not up to responding to Blair’s teasing. “Help me up here, would you?”
“Really, Ellison,”
Jim grinned. “Naw, a little antibiotic ointment and a butterfly Band-aid and I’ll be good as new.”
“And some aspirin and a hot shower,” Sandburg muttered under his breath.
“You’re welcome,” Jim replied watching as the man turned and shook hands with Sandburg.
“It’s good to meet you,”
“Uh, you too, man,” Blair said still uncertain why Jim seemed a bit antagonistic toward the guy.
“Come on Chief,” Jim said putting an arm around his partner’s shoulder. “I need to get home and get cleaned up.”
Sandburg pushed half-heartedly at Ellison’s arm. “Ah, man! Look what you did? Now I’ve got blue paint all over me too. Geez, Ellison!” he griped as he wrapped his own arm around Jim’s waist in case the bigger man needed help.
Jim’s chuckle was echoed by Simon and several of the other officers in the hall.
Simon grinned. “I’m sure you do Lieutenant.” He put a friendly hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now, how about lunch?”
The end
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