As Blair walked blearily from the room, he was met by Jim Ellison's smiling
want breakfast?" the big cop asked.
summoned a smile, "Yeah, thanks," he said slipping into a chair,
"When can I get my clothes?"
get one of the uniforms to pick them up today, then bring them to the precinct.
I'll bring them back for you later."
do I do until then?" Blair asked, "I gotta work."
glanced over at the younger man, "Best I can do, sorry. I don't want the
uniform bringing them here, and leading whoever found you last time, to
smiled to himself, "So it has nothing to do with keeping me off the
streets?" he said with a slight grin.
shot him a startled look, "No," he replied shortly.
gave a laugh, "Okay man, I believe you," he sniggered.
Blair. What you do for a living is none of my business but I won't pretend I
like it," Jim said tight-lipped.
You don't like the profession as a whole, or just me doing it?" Blair
studied Jim's face carefully.
I said," Jim repeated, "What you do is your business."
in to a deep, almost satisfied sigh, Blair smiled at the older man, "It's
okay, I guess I can take a day off. I'll just have to 'come' a little quicker
tomorrow. Fit a few extras in," he teased. Seeing Jim's jaw tighten Blair
laughed out loud. "I'm just teasing, man. Why does it bug you so much, what
I do?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
shot a glance his way, then turned his back, "Because I think you're
capable of so much more," he muttered.
you ever tried to be anything else?" Jim asked tersely.
I toyed with the idea of being a super-model, you know, money, fame, and you get
to fuck anything you want? But I was too short for the catwalk, and I enjoyed
the casting couch too much!" Blair laughed.
serious," Jim replied coldly.
smile slipped away, "Yeah, man, I know you are." He regarded the big
cop with a degree of puzzlement. It really seemed to hit a sore spot each time
they got around to discussing Blair's 'work'. Like Jim was really 'upset' at
seeing Blair sell his body.
have to go. The fridge is stocked, just take what you want and make yourself at
home," Jim said a little awkwardly.
smiled. Getting up from the table, he moved forward, and touched Jim's arm, the
action caused the older man to turn. Blair reached up, and kissed him gently on
the cheek, "Thank you," he whispered.
face flushed red, he just nodded, and grabbed his jacket, "I'll be back
later," he grunted as he slammed the door.
stared at the door for a moment. He had wrapped his arms around himself tightly.
In his deepest, darkest dreams, he could imagine those arms being Jim's, so
strong, and all encompassing. He imagined how safe he could feel wrapped in that
embrace. Just another pipe dream, but it gave him a warm feeling that was enough
to satisfy him for now.
have him where?" Simon Banks gasped.
the loft. Simon, someone found him at the motel, he was almost killed. The
murderer probably wants him dead; he probably thinks that Blair knows something.
I didn't know what else to do," Jim sighed.
ran his hand across his face, "Jim, do you know what a risk you're taking?
On several levels?" he asked.
what? I'm just trying to protect a witness," Jim replied with annoyance.
a cop giving house room to a whore for starters."
Jim raged suddenly, "So because he's a whore it's okay to let him get
killed? Sorry Simon, I thought when we took the oath 'to protect and serve' it
meant everyone? So it only applies to accountants, and advertising execs?
Upstanding American citizens, huh?"
Simon Banks growled, "You know damn well that's not what I mean. Don't you
dare twist my words that way!"
sat down heavily in the chair, "Sorry," he muttered.
are a police officer, and a damn good one. I don't want to see you in hot water
because some street kid decides to cry 'rape' one night just for kicks."
wouldn't do that," Jim protested.
do you know? Jim, you don't know this kid. He's a street hustler, and from what
I've heard from vice, a damn 'busy' one. You have a reputation to think
about." Simon Banks watched his detective's expression with amazement,
"Maybe you should try reasoning with your brain on this one?"
the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Jim exploded.
means: that I've never seen you get so 'emotionally' involved with a witness
before, especially a witness like this one. What *is* it with this kid, Jim?
don't know what you're talking about."
sighed deeply, "The hell you don't, Ellison," he said with a shake of
the head, "Just tread carefully. Don't do anything stupid, especially while
he's still officially a witness."
gave an un-amused laugh, "In other words, keep my pants zipped until the
case is over? Wow, Simon, thanks for the support. It's nice to know what you
really think of me," he pushed himself from the chair angrily, "But,
no matter what I am not going to let Blair get killed just to satisfy your
bigotry!" he swung open the door, and stormed from the office.
Banks watched him go, "Great stuff, Banks," he muttered, "Well,
we have the shit, just gotta wait for the fan to arrive."
hi, is that you Sean?" Blair said into the telephone, "Yeah, this is
Blair. Could I make an appointment to come get tested again?" he listened
intently to the reply. "Great, tomorrow it is. Thanks man, I appreciate
Blair tried to busy himself, but there was so little to do in Jim's pristine
home. There was nothing out of place, no mess. In fact there was little sign
that it was a home at all.
he wandered into the bathroom, Blair spotted the laundry basket. Flipping it
open, he smiled. He would do Jim's laundry. At least it would be something to do
for the cop who had showed him such kindness.
whole concept had at first seemed unreal, cops, and whores weren't civilized
with each other. But Jim was different; he actually seemed to recognize the
human being beneath the hustler.
sighed, "Sandburg, you pitiful bastard. You're developing emotional ties to
a fucking cop!" he said with a sneer, "Of all the people you could
have picked. You pick a tight-assed cop. But, shit, he gets your motor running
doesn't he?" Looking up, he studied himself in the mirror, "How can
you find a fucking *cop* attractive, huh?" he gasped at his reflection,
"How sad are you?"
away, he scooped the dirty laundry out of the basket. Almost as an unconscious
reaction, he brought the clothing up to his face, and took a deep breath. The
smell of Jim Ellison almost overwhelmed him.
closed his eyes, and let it swim through his system.
his mind he could see the big cop standing before him, reaching out to caress
his face with those huge, powerful hands that turn so tender as they glide down
his skin like silk.
Blair exclaimed jerking back to reality, "What kind of a pervert would he
think you were, if he came in right now, and found you sniffing his dirty
bundled the laundry into a bag, and tucking Jim's too large sweatshirt into his
too large sweatpants, he grabbed the spare set of keys he'd seen lying in the
basket, just inside the door, and headed for the laundry-mat.
watching Jim Ellison's boxer shorts go around, and around, had a strangely
hypnotic effect on Blair. He found himself voluntarily smiling, and he couldn't
remember the last time he'd done *that.* Suddenly
he was grabbed from behind.
you been you little fuck? I've been looking for you," Magnus snarled.
been in police custody, I'm a protected witness," Blair snapped back
a 'protected witness' is out doing his dirty laundry? You lazy little shit,
you're trying to get out of working."
I *am* a witness, they don't know I've slipped out," Blair insisted,
"I'm staying with one of the cops."
not like that. He's just protecting me."
pulled Blair in close, "Well you'd better *make* it like that, and earn
your keep while you're there, pretty baby. Because I'm going to be waiting for
my money, and I really don't give a fuck how you get it!"
get it," Blair pleaded, "I've got to get back before he knows I'm
don't forget what you are; a whore. You'll never be anything else, you're lower
than scum. You hear me?"
I hear you."
the big man pushed Blair back onto the bench, "I'll be waiting."
can you get anything from that?" Jim asked irritably.
technician glared, "Yes, Detective. But you know full well, that these
things take time. I'll get the clothing scraped, and the blood sample sent down,
but it's still going to be a while."
all this time we have a serial killer, playing us like fools!" Jim ranted,
"That could be his blood."
get right on it, Detective Ellison. I promise we'll make it priority."
sighed, "Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm a little stressed out today," he
managed a weak smile.
know, I think the whole department is over this case," the young man said
sympathetically, "I'll get right on it."
walked back into the loft apartment at 852 Prospect nervously. He didn't want to
even think about 'hooking' Jim but if Magnus didn't get his money Blair would be
just as dead as Mark. Oh, Magnus wouldn't go to all the trouble of slicing him
up. Oh no, he'd just beat him to death.
the door he let himself in to Jim's apartment. The laundry was done, and he was
feeling a little less guilty about living off Jim while he was here.
wandered over to the fridge, and helped himself to a can of beer. Slumping down
in front of the TV, he let himself relax into the cushions.
was nice to relax and feel safe for a change. But, it wasn't the place, it was
Jim that really made him feel safe.
would be perfect if I wasn't what I am and he just wanted me,' Blair thought
with a sad sigh, 'I wonder how badly he'd freak if I slipped into his bed?' He
laughed suddenly, imagining that stony face aghast at the touch of another man.
was fairly sure that Jim was attracted to men as well as women, and in another
reality could, possibly, at a push, be interested in *him.* But he'd given up
the Disney version of life at an early age. Those things only happened in sappy
movies, and gut churning love stories.
Blair said aloud and angrily, "What a crock of shit!"
musings were disturbed by a knock at the door. 'Maybe Jim sent the cop around with clothes after all?' he thought
as bounced from the sofa.
open the door, he stopped in his tracks.
What you doing here?" he gasped.
Blair. The clinic double booked for tomorrow, mind if we sort you out a fresh
appointment for your HIV test?" the tall, elegant young man smiled.
come on in," Blair stepped back and let the other man enter. As Sean
stopped at the table, putting down the file, Blair pulled up short.
did you know where I was?" Blair asked.
gave me the address when you called," Sean set free a wide smile.
shook his head, "No I didn't. I never mentioned where I was staying. So how
did you know where I was?" he asked again.
dark, and fearful beast uncoiled itself in Blair's stomach. "Tell me how
you knew, Sean," he demanded.
Blair. Come on, you know me. Chill out," the tall young man smiled wider.
stared for a moment before a devastating thought hit him, "Yeah, Mark knew
you too, didn't he?"
he did. I was sorry to hear about him, he was a nice kid. He deserved a better
life," Sean said turning, and flipping open the file.
guy I'm staying with. He's a cop. He'll be home soon. Maybe we could do this
tomorrow at the clinic?" Blair said trying to appear unruffled, but his
stomach rolled dangerously.
won't take long, Blair. Anyway, Detective Ellison is busy over on Portland,
chasing that elusive serial killer," Sean's smiling face turned to grip
Blair in an icy stare, "I think he'll be a while yet."
felt the chill run down his spine. It suddenly all made sense. One of the only
people that Mark would have let into the apartment was Sean, if he'd taken the
trouble to bring the HIV test results around.
to back to the door slowly, Blair inexorably stared death in the face.
Swallowing hard he spoke, "You killed Mark, didn't you Sean? And all the
tall man grinned, "You know, for a whore you're very bright, and perceptive
Blair," he said, "In a way, I'll be sorry to kill you. You could have
been so much more. You've wasted your life, and that's a sin, a mortal sin.
You've wasted the gifts that God gave you, to sell your body to the highest
bidder. You *have* to be punished, it's the only way to save your immortal
kind of a fucking lunatic are you?" Blair gasped, "You're blaming
*God* for the fact that you get off on killing *boys*?"
has nothing to do with sex. I do not associate with my own gender that
way," Sean growled. For the first time anger glinted in his eyes.
I'll bet you jerk your dick when you're carving them up, don't you? You sad,
pathetic, fucking fag!" Blair raged, "Don't give yourself airs, and
graces about why you do this. You do it because it gets you hard to 'punish'
young boys, eh? Or maybe you only fuck 'em when they're dead?"
rushed at Blair, he lashed out catching the smaller man squarely on the jaw,
sending him sprawling. Standing over Blair's prone body, he glared down at him
with barely contained rage.
should try being nice to me, Blair. I might not hurt you too much."
laughed humorlessly, "Don't do me any favors you fucking little queer, jerk
struck Blair in the ribs with his boot, "Show some respect!" he spat.
you!" Blair almost sang out. He forced out a painful smile, "You're
going to kill me anyway, I'll be damned if I'll stroke your ego while you're
doing it, you fucking freak!"
from nowhere, Sean produced a knife. He advanced on Blair, who pulled himself
along the floor frantically.
Blair's leg, Sean dragged him back into his grasp. Blair kicked, and twisted,
once sending Sean flying backwards into the wall. This only seemed to enrage the
other man further; he lashed out, and caught Blair on the arm with the tip of
the knife. The blood welled up in the wound, slowly spilling out to drip onto
the floor. Blair tried to climb to his feet, but Sean was on him.
goodbye, Blair. God will forgive you," he said with frightening calm.
but will he forgive you?" Blair replied with a sudden serenity. Almost as
though his impending death had melted away the fear he jutted his chin, and
stared Sean down with a defiant glare. "How's he going to see you on
judgment day, Sean? Isn't murder a sin? Don't you go to hell for that?"
isn't murder!" Sean hissed, "It's deliverance." Suddenly, he
lunged with the knife.
felt the hot sharp pain as the metal slid into his body. It was the oddest
feeling as though he was standing beside himself watching it all happen. It took
a few moments before the pain hit like a sickening blow to his chest.
glanced down, to see the knife buried to the hilt in his upper body. He
attempted to take a gasp of air, but the pain caused him to cry out.
he felt blackness filling his mind, the only thing on his lips was a
name……"JIM!" his voice seemed to echo through the building as the
darkness closed in.
Ellison had experienced this odd feeling all day. He couldn't give it a name,
nor pinpoint what it was he was so edgy about, but whatever it was it was
gnawing at his gut like a dog with a bone.
I'm on my way back in, the tip off was a dead end. I'm just going to drop by the
loft check on Blair," he said as he sat at the stop sign on the corner of
want me to put you up for maternity leave?" Simon Banks teased lightly.
funny, I just want to check that he hasn't skipped with the silverware,"
Jim said trying not to appear so concerned over the younger mans well-being.
Jim. I believe you."
Jim 'felt' Blair's scream. He reached out with his sensitive hearing, and heard
the remnants of the plea. Hitting the gas with all the strength he had, he sped
towards his home, pulling up with a screech outside the building.
he yelled as he pounded up the stairs, gun drawn. He hurled himself at the door,
splintering the frame, and rushed into the room. He saw a figure leap from the
balcony. Racing across the living room floor he tried to peer into the street,
but he couldn't see anyone moving quickly, or darting into shadows.
back into the apartment he glanced around desperately until he spotted Blair on
the kitchen floor. The young man was covered with blood. A silver handled knife
jutted from his ribcage.
across, and dropping to his knees he held Blair's head gently, "Blair, I'm
here. Don't worry," he said softly. He flipped open his cell-phone, and
quickly dialed. "Yeah, this is Detective Ellison. I need an ambulance at
852 Prospect, apartment 307, top floor. And hurry, he's losing a lot of
off the phone he gently lifted Blair's head to rest on his knee.
can you hear me?" he asked.
young mans eyelids flickered, "J…im," he struggled as the pain tore
okay, don't try to speak. Ambulance is on its way. You're going to be
fine," he stroked the dark curls from Blair's face tenderly, "I'll
stay with you. I'll be here," he took Blair's hand in his, and gripped it
Blair asked, his blue eyes opening, and straining to see clearly.
promise." Jim watched as the young man slid into unconsciousness. He could
hear Blair's heartbeat slowing, "Don't you leave me Blair, you hang in
there, understand?" he said with a fear suddenly gripping his throat,
"Don't you go!"
felt like hours, but was in reality only minutes later, the EMT team rushed in
through the door.
Sir. We have to ask about the circumstances. Did he have a blow to the head, or
any neck trauma?"
don't know. I burst in here as the assailant leaped through my window. I just
found him here….like this," Jim bit of the words as he felt his stomach
roll and his eyes begin to sting.
you his next of kin?" the medic asked.
blinked, "What? Well, I'm his friend. I don't know if he has any next of
kin," he replied, "I want to come with him to the hospital."
guess that's alright, detective."
stabilizing Blair, they loaded him on a gurney, and started down the stairs. Jim
followed, flipping open the cell phone and punching in Simon Banks' number.
Blair has been attacked. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that it's our guy. He took a dive
off my balcony as I came through the door. I couldn't pursue because Blair was
bleeding too badly. I'm on my way to the hospital with him now. Can you send a
team over here to check out my place? Thanks," Jim closed the telephone,
and continued after the medics.
in the hospital corridor, Jim felt so helpless. They had rushed Blair to the
operating room immediately, and though he knew that he could do nothing, he felt
he had to be there. He'd promised.
Simon Banks' voice said suddenly beside him.
guys are still going over it with a fine tooth comb. Any ideas how the guy found
shook his head. He'd been thinking about that himself, "No. We're the only
people who knew where he was."
sure he didn't tell anyone? Or conduct any 'business'?" Simon said
Jim said forcefully, "He wasn't 'working' from my home, Simon. Blair
wouldn't do that, he promised me."
don't know. Maybe someone should check my phone records for today," Jim
visibly deflated, slumping back against the wall, "Shit! I told him I'd
take care of him."
start blaming yourself, Jim. You did everything possible. He'll be okay,"
Simon squeezed Jim's shoulder tightly, "You really are fond of this kid,
aren't you?" he asked.
" Jim replied. He turned his head to face his friend, "I am."
nodded, part of what it took to be a friend was not judging another persons
decisions, but merely accepting what they did, and being there to catch them
should they fall, "I'll get back, and see how things are going. Keep me
I want to wait around for Blair to regain consciousness, see if he remembers
anything. Maybe he knew the guy?" Jim said with a sigh, wishing he felt as
positive as he was sounding.
had paced the corridor for the umpteenth time, when he saw a doctor approach.
Ellison?" The young woman said.
brought Mr Sandburg in?"
how is he?" Jim asked somewhat irritably.
you managed to reach his next of kin?" she insisted.
Doctor," Jim took a breath, "Doctor, he was in my care when he was
attacked. I am the investigating officer on a murder case, and Blair Sandburg
was the next intended victim. He is also my friend, and I don't know if he has
any family. So please, will you tell me how he is?"
woman smiled, "Yes, Detective. Sorry. He has been very lucky, the knife
sliced into a lung, but the damage wasn't too severe. His rib deflected the
blade from piercing his heart by a fraction of an inch. He's lost a lot of
blood, which we've replaced, and he's likely to be unconscious for a few hours
yet. But over all, I'd say that this young man definitely has an angel on his
shoulder," she grinned.
but as I said, it could be a while before he's conscious."
could feel something touching his hand. It was a strange, far away feeling, like
he was standing in a doorway sensing the things happening in a room.
another reality he heard someone whispering something, but he couldn't make out
the words, just the soothing tone of the voice.
wanted to go back to sleep, he was still so
tired. That must have been one *hell* of a party. His head was fuzzy, his mouth
was dry, and the aches felt like someone had tried to fuck him to death.
all he wanted to do was sleep, but that damned voice kept beckoning to him. Who
was it? He tried to concentrate, to sharpen the words, and make them come into
was Jim. The voice was Jim Ellison.
man, I'm in bed and Jim Ellison is next to me. Shit!' He grinned to himself,
'Man, no wonder I ache so much if he's been pounding me all night. Fuck, there
is a God,' he giggled a little drunkenly.
to open his eyes, Blair tried to speak, but his throat was so dry. 'He was so good he not only took my breath away, he took my
voice as well! Must have been one hell of a blow-job.'
try to talk, it's okay, I'm here," Jim's voice cooed.
Blair slurred. His eyes flickered open. He was met by the pain filled face of
Jim Ellison, leaning over him, holding his hand…..fully dressed. "Fuck,
you got your clothes on," he croaked.
face broke into a heart-melting smile, "Yeah, it's required in hospitals
these days, unless you're a patient," he laughed.
Blair sniggered. Suddenly the reality of Jim's words sank in, "Hospital?
What the fu.."
don't speak. You're in hospital because you were attacked at my place, do you
remember?" Jim asked.
floodgates opening, the memories rushed back into Blair's mind in torrents,
"Sean," he croaked.
Jim pulled himself closer. As he'd suspected, Blair knew his attacker,
"Blair? You knew him?"
Ross, from the free clinic. I phoned to make an appointment for a test, like you
asked," Blair said, tears welled in his eyes, "I'm sorry Jim. It was so
stupid, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." the tears began to roll down his cheeks.
leaned over and wrapped his arms around the younger man, "Hush. You didn't
know. You were doing as I asked, you couldn't possibly have known," he
gently wiped the wetness from Blair's cheek, and brushed back his curls from his
face. "I have to go outside, and call Simon, get an A.P.B out on Sean Ross.
Will you be okay?"
You coming back?" Blair asked.
course I am. I'll be two minutes, I promise."
Blair smiled, "You always keep your promises, don't you Jim?" he said.
room was in darkness when Blair woke again, but at least this time his head was
feeling less fuzzy. Glancing down, he smiled. Jim was slumped sideways on a
chair, his hand still holding Blair's, but his head rested on his arm, and he
felt his heart leap into his mouth. Jim was possibly the most gorgeous man he'd
ever seen, and in sleep, when the mask had fallen, he was truly breathtaking.
the all-pervading pain he felt, Blair considered the possibilities of jumping
the guy here and now.
Jim began to stir.
don't you go home and get some sleep?" Blair whispered.
shook his head, "I'm okay," he rubbed his face brusquely with his
hand. "How do you feel?"
shit," Blair smiled, "But at least I feel like live shit."
smiled back, he still held onto the young mans hand tightly, "You need
anything?" he asked.
holding my hand is doing me more good than drugs, man," Blair grinned,
"You want to slip in here, and 'cure' me?" he gestured under the bed
felt his face flush, "Even half dead, you're still a smart mouthed little
bastard," he said with a laugh.
laughed weakly, "Seriously though, man. I really appreciate you being here
for me. No one else gives a shit," this time it was he who looked away
that's what friends are for," Jim smiled.
Blair gasped, "You'd admit to being my friend?"
laughed a sad, and ironic laugh, "I've never had a real friend. I guess I
never thought I'd find one in a cop."
one of those things that creeps up on you when you least expect it. It doesn't
always make sense, and it isn't always easy, but we survive it," Jim said
I'm glad you're here, man. It means a lot to me," Blair looked away,
"Fuck, these drugs they gave me must have scrambled my brain, " he
thing, Chief," Jim replied with a grin at the obvious embarrassment on the
younger mans face.
Blair exclaimed, "That sounds like a pet name, man. You'll be proposing
in your lifetime, Junior," Jim teased.
I prefer 'Chief'."
Blair," Jim turned serious, "Now I know you're going to be okay, I
need to get back to the investigation. Sean Ross used his credit card at the
Canadian border earlier today, so we're liaising with the Canadian authorities
to track him down, and I need to be in on it. So I might not be in for a couple
of days, okay?"
I understand. Jim?"
be careful, huh?" Blair's large blue eyes echoed the concern in his voice.
You just concentrate on getting well. And leave the male nurses alone,
okay?" Jim smiled. He reached out, and tucked a stray curl behind Blair's
younger man shuddered at his touch, "I'll try. Unless one of 'em looks like
you," he said with a shrug, "Then I might be forced to jump him,"
leave instructions for you to be restrained at all times," Jim warned,
Banks and Jim Ellison sat quietly in the upstairs window of the old drugstore.
They'd received a tip off that Sean Ross was in the area, and had mounted a
twenty-four hour surveillance alongside the Canadian authorities in a little
town called Freemont, about three miles across the Canadian border. It was known
that he'd visited this town as a child to call on an elderly Aunt, who had long
since passed on. But, he might just be heading for somewhere to hole up a while
until the heat dies down.
he doesn't show here, we've lost him," Simon said angrily.
show," Jim replied.
seem pretty sure. You been taking those 'positive' thinking lessons that they
advertise in the back of cheap magazines?" Simon said with a grin.
I just know he will. He's arrogant, and he thinks he's invincible," Jim
said with conviction.
but if I was him, I'd be heading in the opposite direction. I'd be in South
America by now."
this creep thinks that he's on a mission from God. He thinks that a higher power
is guiding his hand, and that 'higher power' will protect him from the big, bad
cops," Jim looked at Simon and shrugged, "Plus he probably thinks that
Blair is dead, and that we still don't know who he is."
know, I hate it when evil bastards like this use God as their scapegoat. Gives
real 'God fearing folk' a bad name," the older man said with distaste.
but it also ensures that they get a nice, cozy room in a mental institution,
instead of sharing a cell with a guy affectionately known as 'Grizzly' for the
next thirty years," Jim said with a sigh.
snorted, "Couldn't happen to a nicer guy if you ask me," he replied.
on. Who does that look like to you," Jim smiled slightly as a lone figure
climbed down from the bus.
Simon said with disbelief, "I'll radio the Canadian cops. Jim, you want to
keep an eye on him?"
pushed back his chair, and climbed to his feet. He checked his gun before
tucking it into his waistband. "Oh yeah, I'll keep an eye on him,
okay," he muttered.
"Simon warned, recognizing the dangerous look in his friends eye,
"Alive. We need him alive. I want that bastard to go down for life for the
suffering he caused those kids."
too, Simon. I want him to pay for what he did. If I shoot him, I give him the
easy way out. Anyway," Jim smiled, "Who am I to rob 'Grizzly' of his
playmate for the next three decades?"
motel was just this side of seedy. Jim watched as the young man entered, and
spoke to the desk clerk. She nodded, and handed him a register to sign.
watched as he smiled that innocent, boyish, smile at the woman, who immediately
reciprocated the pleasantry.
if only you knew what those lily white hands you just lingered over, had done,
your blood would run cold and you'd still be showering this time next week,'
Jim thought with a frown. Directing
his line of sight at the key number disc, he noted that Ross had been allocated
room six, six, six. 'How apt. The number of the devil,' Jim almost laughed. What
did that make him then, the devil's adversary?
his radio blipped, clicking the button into receive he spoke,
James, and Perry of the Canadian Police force are covering the back. I'm right
on your tail. As soon as I get there, we'll go in. I do not want to risk losing
this guy," Simon said slightly breathlessly.
with you on that, Simon," Jim said, once again checking his gun.
He could not help but see visions of Blair's bleeding, battered body each
time he closed his eyes, and this was making him angry. Anger in a situation
like this was dangerous, he needed a level head, and his mind on what he was
Blair was fine. The doctors had said that he would make a complete recovery, and
be back on his feet possibly within days, though full health was a few weeks
down the line.
later, Simon Banks moved in behind Jim cautiously, "He still in
there?" he asked.
yeah. Third floor, sixth window from the right, I can almost smell him,"
Jim said with barely contained menace.
Simon clicked on the radio, "We're going in the front, guys," he said,
receiving a 'Roger' from the waiting cops.
and Simon slipped across the street, and into the motel quietly. Simon flashed
his badge at the desk clerk, and quickly explained that the young man who had
just checked in was a wanted felon. The woman's face fell in shock, that such a
decent, good looking boy could have done anything worse than incur a parking
fine or littering violation.
Jim leading, the two men moved silently up the stairs until they stood outside
room six sixty-six.
a nod from Simon, Jim knocked the door.
is it?" Ross' voice called out.
Mr Ross. Please open the door," Jim shouted.
warning a shot rang out, cracking the flimsy wood of the door, as though it were
cardboard. Jim and Simon moved back against the wall.
Ross, open the door and don't be an idiot," Simon said loudly, "The
motel is surrounded. You can't get out. Please, open the door, and throw out
suddenly heard a scuffle inside, with a kick, he splintered the door, and moved
in. Ross stood against the wall, one of the other officers clutched to his
chest, bleeding from a shoulder wound.
back or I'll kill him!" Ross panicked seeing the familiar big cop come
through the door.
this time you pathetic little bastard. This time you're not leaping through any
windows, and you're not going to disappear into the night like some twisted
avenging angel," Jim spat.
a split second, Jim zeroed in with his sensitive sight, picking out the gap
between the officer, and Ross and with a single shot took Ross down.
young police officer fell forward, Jim rushing to grab him, and retrieve the gun
from Ross' fingers.
have the right to remain silent," Jim began in a clear, loud voice,
"Of course, if you 'do', I'm going to beat the shit out of you," he
whispered just loud enough for Ross to hear. "You have the right to an
attorney," the loud voice rang out, "But, who's gonna want to defend a
sick little fuck like you?"
Jim entered the hospital room, he was greeted with a shout, and a whistle,
"Hey, Ellison! I thought you'd decided to go to Hawaii for a month, never
mind the poor cripple in the hospital, oh no!" Blair beamed.
you look a lot better," Jim laughed, as Blair almost bounced on the bed.
you get him?" the younger man asked.
we got him, and alive too."
that, you should have shot the bastard, and saved the public taxes," Blair
telling me that *you* pay taxes?" Jim smiled.
face broke into a smile, "In my own way," he laughed, "Man, it's
good to see you." As Jim drew close, Blair reached up his arms for Jim to
hug him. Slightly self-consciously, Jim complied.
how do you feel?" the older man asked, seating himself beside the bed.
itch!" Blair squirmed, "Those bastards shaved my chest, now it's
growing back, and it itches like hell!"
the worst you can come up with. Your chest itches?" Jim laughed.
not funny, man. You don't know what it's like to go through life like a walking
fur coat." Blair unconsciously scrubbed at his chest again, trying to avoid
the stitches. "It's like Chinese water torture only instead of a drip,
drip, you get an itch, itch. Eeesshh, it sucks!"
smiled as the young man shuddered, "You're looking good, anyway," he
eyes took on a lustful expression, "So are you," he said in a low
voice, glancing up at the bigger man from beneath long lashes.
*are* much better I see," Jim said with a sigh.
face broke into a grin, "That really creeps you out doesn't it, Jim?"
Jim replied with all seriousness. He looked away, before continuing, "The
doctor says that you'll be ready to leave here in a few days, just as long as
you have somewhere to stay. She said you're going to need someone to watch over
you for a week or two. You...er…you can stay with me, if you want?"
smiled, and reached out for Jim's hand, "Thanks, man. You really are a
friend," he tried to find Jim's gaze, but the bigger man was deliberately
avoiding his eyes, "I appreciate it. It can't be much fun having me around
you all the time."
don't mind," Jim replied, "Look, you need to rest, and I need to get
home, shower, and sleep. I'll be in tomorrow, okay?"
See you tomorrow," Blair said as Jim climbed to his feet, and left the room
with almost a wave.
was still having real trouble working Jim out. On one hand, he was showing such
concern, and fondness for a cheap little whore that Blair couldn't help but be
touched. But, at the same time, he managed to pull away sharply whenever Blair
tried to reciprocate that concern.
then there was 'that' feeling. He could quite pick a name for it, but when Jim
Ellison was close, Blair felt…..complete.
himself back on the pillow he smiled. He was alive…thanks to Jim and he would
repay that debt in whatever way he could. Of course, if there really was a God,
Jim would want his body as payment, but anything else would suffice. He owed the
man *big* time.
trial was gruesome, and long-winded. Blair conducted himself impeccably at all
times. He didn't lose his temper when the defense attorney attacked him over his
occupation, but merely explained himself in quiet, cold details.
he felt the stress beginning to build, he would look over at Jim, who sat, eyes
trained on the younger man, giving him the strength to continue.
Sean Ross was found guilty of the murders of six young men ranging in age from
sixteen years to twenty-two years, and the shooting, and wounding of a Canadian
police officer. He was sentenced to life imprisonment, and instructed to undergo
continued psychological evaluation. Not quite the 'throw him in a cell and let
him rot' that Jim wanted to see, but at least he was off the streets, and unable
to hurt anyone else.
from the courtroom, Blair gave a sigh, "Man, is it really all over?"
he said looking up at Jim.
it's all over. You did a great job, Blair, I'm proud of you," Jim smiled,
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
where you going?" Jim asked.
I mean is, the case is over you don't need me anymore," Blair said still
studying the liquid as it frothed over the top of the glass.
mean we can't be friends," Jim said awkwardly.
sure, you could take me to one of your little cop 'get togethers.' I'm sure I'd
go down a storm," Blair laughed humorlessly.
it, Jim. We come from different worlds," the younger man said angrily,
"Shit!" he threw the beer mat across the booth.
Jim reached over, and grabbed Blair's arm, "Come on, calm down," he
looked around to see if anyone had seen the outburst.
" the young man sighed, " By the way, I went to see an apartment
on 42nd," the younger man sighed, "Man, what a shit hole,
but it'll have to do until I earn enough to get something better."
I thought I'd take up brain surgery," Blair sneered, "Jim, I can't
*do* anything else."
you know how dangerous it is, and...." Jim struggled.
reached out and took Jim's hand in his, "What?" he asked.
I'm worried for you," Jim squirmed.
You're not falling for me are you?" Blair teased.
face flushed furiously, "Blair!"
younger mans eyes opened wide, "You *are*, aren't you?" he gasped,
pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a pained sigh, "Blair…" he
I am like *so* flattered," Blair sniggered.
I am 'like *so*' embarrassed," Jim groaned.
sighed, "It still doesn't change the fact that I'm unemployable as anything
but a whore."
what? It's the truth," Blair whispered, stroking Jim's hand lightly.
Jim gripped Blair's hand pulling it across his mouth, kissing the palm before
holding the hand against his face. "I'm sorry," he said, releasing it,
and turning away shyly.
sighed, and rubbed at his pink cheeks as if the action would wipe away the
embarrassment, "Come on, let's get back to the loft," he suggested,
"Oh I gotta go to the men's room first, be back in a second."
fought to contain the smile that he knew was plastered across his face. Maybe
Jim did want him after all?
that moment a shadow fell across the booth, "Well, lookee here at what we
have. A smiling whore," Magnus' sneering tones echoed.
glanced up nervously, "What do you want?" he asked.
money…you working that sweet little ass again, you get the picture pretty
not doing that right now. I was sick, man. That guy almost killed me."
well ain't that a sad story?" the big man mocked. "Never mind, you can
start now, there's an old guy in the corner with more money than sense, he might
be drunk enough to pay for your scrawny little ass." He grabbed Blair,
dragging him to his feet, "So get to it!"
Magnus was being pulled away, "What are you doing?" Jim Ellison's cold
just talking to my 'associate'," the pimp sneered.
right now, man. Please, let's just go? I don't want any trouble here,"
Blair said fearfully.
me neither. So if you'd like to get your ugly ass out of here, I won't be forced
to do something that's going to cost me a months paperwork," Jim snarled
into the man's face.
pulled him up close, "No. If you touch him, harass him, or even *speak* to
him again, I'm going to kill you."
face dropped, the sweat began to bead on his forehead, "You're a cop, you
fuck. You wouldn't do that!" he sneered again.
smiled the coldest smile Blair had ever seen, "You think? Are you really
such a stupid son-of-a-bitch that you think cops don't make scum like you
'disappear' all the time?"
you ever *see* the paperwork involved in murder cases? Shit loads. So, when *we*
do it…..we do it right. The body *never* gets found." Jim grinned,
"Or occasionally, when we feel creative, we organize a 'heart attack' or a
'stroke'. So sad in a young guy, but what with the drugs and the beer, and all
that shit junk food clogging your arteries, it happens." He smiled down at
the now quaking figure, "You want me to get 'creative', Magnus?"
do yourself a favor and leave right now. Don't even walk along the same sidewalk
as Blair ever again. Because if he so much as stubs his toe…..I'm coming for
*you*. Don't give a shit if you did it personally or not. I'm going to come take
out my frustrations on your slimy ass, then I'm going to bury you where even the
worms will have trouble finding you. Am I getting through here?"
got ya," Magnus gibbered.
Communication is a wonderful thing. Bye," Jim shoved the pimp across the
can have him, cop. He's soiled goods anyway. Don't think there's anybody in this
town who hasn't fucked his ass already," Magnus pulled himself together,
and scuttled from the bar.
Blair grabbed the older man's arm, "Shit you scared me."
on, let's go home."
what happened in the bar, man?" Blair asked as they sat down on the sofa, a
beer in their hands, "And I mean the kissing the hand stuff, not scaring
the shit out of Magnus."
sorry, Blair. I was out of line," Jim said not looking at the younger man.
I think you were being pretty damned honest, at least that's how it looked to
Jim scratched his head nervously.
you want to sleep with me?" Blair asked tentatively, "Is that
Jim replied, his voice cracking with nerves.
know, as in have sex with me? Well, do you?"
squirmed, and writhed in his seat, "I, er…I think I'm falling in love
with you," he said finally, not taking his gaze from the floor.
Blair gasped, his jaw dropping open, "Are you serious?" he gaped.
Jim retorted with slight irritation.
man, I don't know what to say?"
the word pathetic," Jim sighed.
scooted up the sofa until he sat beside Jim, their knees touching, "Oh,
no…no…you don't understand. No one ever 'fell in love' with me before. And
we've never even fucked!" he exclaimed.
is more to it than 'fucking'," Jim growled, "For me, anyway."
man. I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to sound the way it did…oh shit, me
and my mouth," Blair ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm
reached up, and touched Blair's face, "Shut up, Blair," he smiled as
he caught the younger mans lips gently with his own.
melted into Jim's touch, only touching planet earth again when Jim pulled away,
"Jim? About what Magnus said?" he said as they broke the kiss,
"He's right you know. About me being 'soiled goods'." A blush spread
across his cheeks, and he looked away.
he's not right. He's a pimp who lost a valuable commodity and he's pissed. You
are beautiful, and intelligent, and immensely courageous, and I love you. End of
story," the big cop smiled warmly as he claimed another kiss.
eagerly moved forward, leaning into the kiss, reveling in the taste of this
beautiful man he'd wanted since the first day he'd set eyes on him. "Can we
go to bed now?" he asked.
you ever think of anything else?" Jim teased.
just not when you're around," Blair grinned, "not to mention the fact
that I want to see that body so badly, I might injure myself if I don't do
a hopeless case," Jim sighed.
should try jerking off at night, knowing that the object of your desire is just
above you probably listening in, and thinking that you're a sick little
I didn't," Jim grinned, "I was too busy with my own
hooted with laughter, "Why the hell didn't you call me? We could've helped
one another out."
pulled the younger man back into a kiss, holding his body tightly against his
own, allowing all the desperation he'd felt for the past couple of months to
flow from him. "Oh you taste wonderful," he groaned.
man, you're gonna have to fuck me soon, please, please," Blair begged,
moving to straddle Jim's lap. He began to peel off the older mans shirt, pushing
urgently at the fabric, "Oh shit, hurry Jim!"
why can't we just take it slow?" Jim asked.
I'm coming in my pants, that's why!" Blair exclaimed, "And I want you
to nail me to the bed until I pass out," he panted.
stopped, and looked up at Blair with concern. The younger man studied him,
"You have done this before, haven't you?" he said finally.
sighed, "Yeah, but it's been a while" he said quietly.
So, do you want to top or bottom?" Blair asked, holding his breath.
Jim considered the offer for a moment, his cheeks tinged pink and Blair thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Jim looked into Blair's eyes, "Top," he whispered.
slight shudder ran through the young man's body, "Oh God, Jim. I was
praying you'd say that. I want you so badly!"
placed his hand over Jim's mouth and with a barely contained smile, he kissed
his forehead, "Just stop worrying, it's not like you get points for style,
and content or anything. We're not talking ice skating here," he teased,
"Just relax, and enjoy, and let me guide you."
smiled widely beneath the hand. He grasped Blair's fingers and kissed the palm
of his hand. "Just promise not to laugh if I screw it up?" he said.
clung onto the bigger man with a grin, "Oh, I promise I won't laugh. I
might scream, thrash around, beg, and pant a little though," he teased,
"Come on Jim. I want you undressed, and on the bed."
God, Blair," Jim swallowed with difficulty.
we'll take it slow. If I do anything you don't like, you tell me, okay? Total
began to slowly lower the zip on Jim's jeans, at the same time, he claimed those
long denied lips and plundered that sensual mouth. His fingers crept their way
inside the cloth prison until they encountered Jim's heated cock, already
straining against its confinement. Jim grunted as Blair slid his fingers around
the organ, easing it from the pants gently. Once free, Blair began to gently
stroke his fingers along its length, caressing the silken skin, feeling the heat
rush through the veins.
God," Jim gasped suddenly breaking the kiss.
Blair whispered, stilling his caresses.
Jim tried to swallow, "It just took my breath away for a minute. It's
smiled, and continued his stroking. At first gentle strokes, which, twinned with
the long, sensuous licks he was treating Jim's throat to, made the older man
gasp with pleasure. He still straddled Jim's lap, his own hips began to rock
with the motion of his hand. "You still okay with this?" he purred
into the bigger mans ear. Jim merely nodded, resting his head on the back of the
sofa, allowing himself to drink in the sensation.
pushed the shirt from Jim's shoulders and began to explore the expanse of his
chest. Delicate licks and gently nips were sending Jim wild. Blair could almost
feel the other mans heart beating through his chest, "Tell me what you
like, Jim?" he whispered.
don't stop," Jim hissed through clenched teeth.
laughed softly and stilled his fingers at Jim's crotch, "Mmmm, you sure you
don't want to talk about this?" he teased.
opened his eyes and growled at the mischief he saw reflected in his young lovers
gaze. "I want to do this properly, let's go to bed."
can do it here."
This isn't going to be a quick fuck, Blair. I love you, I want our first time to
be special," Jim insisted.
let fly one of those smiles that reduced Jim to a puddle, "I've never been
anybody's 'special' before," he whispered.
you are mine. Come on, up the stairs."
reaching Jim's bedroom, Blair suddenly found himself being flung backwards onto
the bed. Jim peeled away his remaining clothing, before unwrapping Blair like a
treasured Christmas present.
man," Blair gasped, as Jim finally pulled off the younger mans jeans,
leaving him naked, before sliding onto the bed beside him, partially covering
him with his body.
kisses left Blair breathless and his hard, weeping cock dug into Blair's thigh
with a pulsating urgency.
we need….condoms...lube…Oh shit!" Blair raggedly sucked in a breath.
sighed, "I know," he said tightly. He pushed himself off his young
lover and reached into the drawer, where he fished out a bottle and condoms,
"Happy?" he grinned.
be in a minute," Blair said with a glint in his eye, "I guess this
means it's all coming back to you, huh?"
recall," Jim grinned. Gently, he pushed Blair's thighs apart.
younger man immediately spread himself open for his lover, reaching out, and
pulling Jim in for a kiss.
caressed the younger man's face, placing tender kisses on his eyelids, down onto
his cheeks, sweeping his tongue across the full lips, and tasting the sweat
beginning to form on Blair's throat.
slowly let his fingers tickle the chest hair, and seek out a hard nipple.
Jim felt pain as his sensitive fingers found the scar left by the knife,
spreading out across the young man's chest.
felt Jim flinch, "It's okay, it's over. It's all over," he crooned,
somehow instinctively knowing what his partner was feeling.
could have lost you," Jim groaned.
you didn't. We're together, that's all that matters. It was meant to be, man.
Kismet," Blair replied, as he looked up into Jim's pain filled blue eyes.
Kismet," the older man smiled.
kissed Jim hotly, just wanting to drive away the pain the only way he knew how.
His experienced fingers ran the gauntlet of pleasure centers, teasing and
caressing until his lover was helpless against him
Blair," Jim groaned, as he pulled on the condom urgently and slicked
himself with the lube from the bottle.
on, just run with it man," Blair grinned.
lined himself up, and with a push, he slid effortlessly into Blair's body.
in a breath Blair smiled, "Go for it, make me scream and beg," he
leaned down, and captured his lover's mouth. Blair grabbed greedily for the
bigger man's lips, his fingers clawing at Jim's muscular shoulders, trying to
pull him closer, to feel more of his body in contact with his own heated skin.
" Blair grunted as Jim began to rock gently, "Jim…harder,
please," he hissed.
sure?" Jim said with concern.
Blair gasped trying to arch up into Jim's embrace, driving himself further onto
Jim's hard cock.
at Blair's urgency, Jim began to gently withdraw, before pushing hard back into
the young mans quivering body. Blair threw his head back, and moaned. His
fingers dug deeper into Jim's arms, as he lifted his upper body from the bed,
trying not to break the contact he so desperately sought.
God…I've wanted this for so long," Jim groaned, "Since the day I
first saw you," he said between kisses, "This feels so…right…so
shuddered at the words, yes, that *was* it…it felt 'right'. This wasn't sex,
not a 'fuck'. This was lovemaking. He would never have believed that there could
be any real difference, but there was.
whole world of difference.
Blair felt Jim's body still, opening his eyes; he noticed that his lover's face
was so blank, like he was caught in a dream.
he groaned softly, "Jim are you okay? Oh my God, I've killed you!"
bigger man did not respond, but merely lay, frozen above him.
Listen to me, man. Can you hear me? Come on Jim speak to me….please? Hey, you
listening? Come on lover, come on back to me," Blair continued to croon
softly until he felt Jim begin to move.
Oh God, I zoned…I'm sorry!" Jim gasped.
man, you scared the shit outta me!"
sorry, so sorry.."
the hell happened?"
caught Blair's mouth in a lingering kiss, slowly pumping his hips at the same
time, bringing his partner to the edge, "Later…" he whispered.
Jim….oh God…yes…oh!" Blair's orgasm ripped at his body, sending him
spiraling over the edge. "I love you!" he gasped.
know you do," Jim smiled as he slammed his way to his own completion,
"You're mine now…forever."
in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Blair decided to approach the subject of
Jim's weird 'attack' one again.
happened back there? You really scared me."
Jim began to explain about his unique 'gift' and how he occasionally lost
control of it.
you can go like that at *any* time?" Blair gasped, "Man, that must be
rarely let myself open up enough to lose it, I guess I was just a little
overwhelmed by…well ..you," the older man smiled.
Blair grinned, "I know it's kinda sick, but I think I'm flattered."
laughed, "The only person who could ever bring me out of a zone that way
was the Professor."
sniggered, and shuffled further into Jim's embrace, "Well, that's okay
then. No one else touches *my* guy from now on," he pouted.
Professor gave me a book about Ancient Sentinels, and how they had these
heightened senses, " Jim went on to explain, "It's pretty fascinating
I read it?" Blair asked.
looked down at him in surprise, "Sure."
can fucking read!" the younger man teased.
know!" Jim smiled, "I'll reach it out tomorrow."
want to know everything there is to know about you, James Ellison."
think you probably already do."
Jim smiled as he entered the loft apartment to be greeted by his young lover
hurling himself into his arms.
sex god. Have a good day?" Blair purred.
Blair, there's something I want to ask you."
younger man pulled back, "Oh hell, you called me 'Blair', this *must* be
serious," he teased.
been talking with Sarah Sharp today, she runs the 'citizens advocacy' group form
one of the offices in the PD. They're pretty new, and just trying to get things
'citizen's advocacy'?" Blair asked, dropping down on the sofa and pulling
Jim down beside him before tucking himself into the bigger man's side.
a group of workers that have no official link to the police department, but they
work as 'go-betweens' for us, and the public. They work with the homeless,
junkies, and prostitutes. Give them advice, and help, especially when they end
up involved with the law, and they don't know what to do.
sat up and glared, "Suddenly this makes sense," he sighed.
on, hear me out, Chief," Jim said nervously, "Sarah was saying that
the three people who work there at the moment are all over forty, and they often
can't relate to some of the young kids on the street. And that they were looking
for someone young with some street experience."
did you happen to tell her what kind of 'street experience' I had?" Blair
I did. She asked me to ask you if you'd like to go in, and see her
tomorrow…just for a talk?"
sank back into Jim's arms, "Fuck, Jim….I'm not a counselor…I'm a
whore!" he groaned.
you can be anything you want to be. Just give it a try. It won't hurt to go see
her, will it?"
I'll go talk to her. But, I'm not promising anything."
pulled Blair in close and kissed him gently, "That's good enough for
gasped as Blair walked down the stairs. Gone were the tight jeans, and clingy
tee's, the wild curls, and the vivacious bounce.
Sandburg wore a pair of pale blue chino's coupled with a matching loose shirt,
tucked into the waistband, and a dark blue tie. His shoes were polished leather
and he wore a smart storm blue jacket. Coupled with his tightly pulled back
hair, and small wire rimmed spectacles, (that Jim had caught him wearing one
day, much to the younger man's embarrassment.) he looked like a different
face flushing, Blair glanced up, "Well?" he muttered.
look incredible," Jim gaped.
feel like a fucking accountant!" the younger man snarled, and pulled
miserably at his collar.
walked across the room and slid his arms around his partner, "You look
beautiful. You always look beautiful," he said placing a kiss on Blair's
on, before you change your mind," Jim laughed as he half pushed Blair from
ten minute chat,' Jim thought nervously, 'She said she wanted a ten minute chat
checked his watch, and sighed, Blair had been in there for almost two hours. He
twitched, and shuffled on the seat in the lobby. He'd promised Blair that he
wouldn't listen in, and he always kept his promises.
God, please like him. I know that not everyone can love him the way I do, but
*please* give him a chance.'
the door opened and the young man emerged. As he walked towards Jim, his face
to his feet, Jim Ellison prepared himself for the fallout. He should *never*
have suggested this, and never have pushed his partner into anything that he
didn't want to do.
okay, Chief?" he asked.