By JudyL

June 2003

Just in case you're wondering, these snippets are little peeks at the day and life of Jim and Blair and their friends. No particular order or time frame is necessary. Just a little fun and smarm.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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"It's fine, Sandburg, leave it alone."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Cause if I ever catch you zoning on a crooked picture frame again, man, I'm gonna tilt everything in the loft!"

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"Chief."

Nothing.

"Sandburg."

Silence.

"Blair!"

"What?"

"Could you…"

"What, Jim?"

"Well, I was just wondering…"

"Jim?"

"Would you mind lighting the vanilla ones?"

"?"

"I really like the vanilla ones."

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"Please, Jim?"

"No."

"Pleease."

"No."

.

.

.

"Don’t look at me like that, Sandburg."

.

.

.

"Ah, hell," he broke the last chocolate chip cookie in half and handed one piece to his partner.

"Thanks, Jim."

"Uh, huh. Just remember this the next time I want Wonderburger."

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"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"No.."

"Gentlemen!"

"Yes, Simon?"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Some of us are trying to work here! What seems to be the problem?"

"It was, Jim…"

"Sandburg won't…"

"Stop! One at a time. Ellison?"

"Ah, well… you see…"

"Spit it out, Detective."

"It's nothing, Sir. Just a little misunderstanding."

"Uh, huh. Well, Sandburg?"

"Mhmm, right, just a little disagreement. Nothing to worry about, Captain."

Banks looked at his two detectives not believing for an instant that it was nothing. Not when Blair was calling him "Captain." But he couldn't force them to explain and it looked as if nothing short of a full blown interrogation would move either one of them. He sighed. "Then pipe down and get back to work!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Yes, Simon."

Banks walked back into his office and closed the door.

Jim looked over at his partner. He put his hand on the corner of Blair's desk and left a Hershey's kiss there. "Here, Chief."

Blair stared at him. "I knew it. You did take the last one!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"I did not take the last one! I took the last two!" the Sentinel said with a smirk as he unwrapped another kiss and popped it in his mouth.

Blair stared at Jim, then looked at the silver foil wrapped chocolate on the corner of his desk. He slowly unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth.

"Thanks, Jim."

"You're welcome, Chief."

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"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"Sit still!"

"Ow!"

"I've almost… got it."

"Ow!"

Blue eyes glare into blue eyes.

Silence. Confusion. Comprehension. "Oh. Yeah. Dial it down. Got it."

"There. That should do it." Blair held up the tweezers to examine the minute splinter.

"Thanks, Chief."

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"Chief?"

"Yeah, Jim?"

"Remind me that I don’t like getting shot."

"When would you like me to remind you?"

"Before I get shot!"

"Do you mean right before you get shot or before you get shot?"

… "Shit!"

"What?"

"I actually understood what you meant."

Chuckle.

"Laugh it up, furball."

"Uh, oh. Not good, you're starting to quote Han Solo."

"I'm serious, Blair. Don't let me forget how much I really hate getting shot."

"Okay, okay. Maybe… I'll have to think about it. First though, let's get you to a doctor. Just keep the pain dialed down to two for now, okay? You got it?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Chief."

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See, a little fun and smarm.

Comments are always welcome, please let me know what you think. Judy

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