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By Patt


When Jim came home he was in a foul mood. Nothing was going right and he wasn't really in the mood for his 'everything is going to be all right' guide. In fact, he was sick to death of him. Jim was sick of Blair telling him what to do, when to do it and why he should be doing it. Something was going to have to change.

Blair came walking down from upstairs, from 'their' room and smiled. Jim wanted to slug him. Blair saw the grimace on Jim's face and said, "What's wrong, Jim?"

"Nothing is wrong, Sandburg." Jim yelled, "I just don't feel like being a sweetsy, sweetsy tonight. Got a problem with that?"

"No," Blair replied quietly, "no problem at all. Just sit down and relax and I'll get you something to eat."

"Shut the fuck up, Sandburg." Jim screamed. "I can get my own fucking food. What is it with you? You want me to be totally dependant on you?"

"Fine," Blair said, "get your own then, I'll be upstairs doing some work on the computer."

"Sandburg," Jim said, "I really would like to sleep in my bed tonight and I would like to do it alone."

"Fine Jim," Blair said with pain in his voice, "I'll just go and get my things and move back into the room downstairs."

"That's fine for tonight," Jim said coldly, "but I really would like you to get your own place. You're stifling me. I don't like it. Things have to change."

"Jim," Blair said with tears rolling down his face, "what's wrong here? What happened today to make you feel this way?"

"Its not just today," Jim said, "it's been every day. I'm just sick of it all. You have to give me my space back. And I'm tired of being observed all the time. You treat me like a fucking lab rat."

"That's just fucking, great, Sandburg," Jim yelled, "quit the crying. Won't do any good. I'm used to your tricks. You get sad, and I give in. Well, not any more. Welcome to the real world. Find a place and make it soon."

Blair walked up the stairs crying softly, grabbing all of his belongings, taking them downstairs and lying on his bed. What the fuck was going on? He needed to call Simon and see what was going on. Something had to have happened to Jim at work. Maybe something he ate or drank. God, Blair could only hope that this was the case.

Blair finally fell asleep and when he woke up, he had overslept. "Shit," Blair said to himself.

Trying to hurry as fast as he could, he got to the bullpen and walked in and Simon said, "It was nice that you could grace us with your presence Sandburg. Want to tell me why you missed the meeting this morning? Your partner had no idea where you were. Keep things in your love life down a little, Sandburg, so that it doesn't interfere with your job. Are you listening, Sandburg?"

Blair heart had broken in half after Simon had said; his partner didn't know where he was. God, this wasn't getting any better. It was like a nightmare from hell. And he had no one to talk to.

Sitting down at his desk, Blair pulled his paperwork out and started to get it done. Jim got a call and got up to go and Blair said, "Jim, where are we going?"

"We aren't going anywhere, Sandburg." Jim replied, "Conner is going on this one with me."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Blair said under his breath. Something was going on, why didn't Blair know what it was?

He had to talk to someone. Who? Jim walked over to him before he and Conner left and Jim leaned down and said, "There is nothing wrong, Sandburg, so don't go whining to Simon about it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Jim." Blair said sadly.

Jim turned and walked out of the room and Blair just went back to what he was doing on the computer and tried to fight the urge to scream and cry at the same time. His cell phone rang and he picked it up and said, "Sandburg."

"Sandburg," Jim said, "don't forget about looking at the ads on my desk for a place. There were quite a few in there that you could afford. Check them out. I expect you to be out in a week. And this time, I mean a real week, seven days."

"Okay, I'll take care of it," Blair said. Hanging up his phone, he walked into the restroom. Joel had watched the two men all morning and knew something was wrong. Now he watched as Blair walked out of the room with such a look of pain on his face it was unbelievable. Joel couldn't do anything else; he followed Blair into the restroom. He could hear soft crying.

Joel knocked on the door of the stall that Blair was in and said, "Blair, I'd really like to talk to you."

"Joel, thank you for caring, but I really need to be alone." Blair said.

"I'm not leaving," Joel said adamantly, "so you had best come out here and talk to me."

"Joel," Blair began, "I need to find a new place to live and I'm just depressed. That's all."

Joel watching Blair closely knew that there was more going on, but deciding not to push him, said, "Blair, lets go get your things and you can move into my spare room?"

Blair looked up and smiled and said, "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, Blair." Joel said, "in fact I would like the company."

"Thanks Joel." Blair said. "Could we move it now? If we get the rest of the day off from Simon?"

"Lets go and talk to him right now." Joel said, "everything will work out okay, Blair, you wait and see."

As they went in to talk to Simon Blair felt like his heart was breaking in half and didn't think he would ever heal up. Jim didn't want him anymore. God, how could Blair live with that?


When Jim got back to the precinct he noticed that Blair was nowhere around, and he also saw that all the paperwork was piled on Jim's desk. What the fuck is going on here, Jim wondered? He thinks that because I yell at him, he doesn't have to do any of the work. Well, fuck that shit.

He walked over to Simon's office and knocked on the door. Simon said, "Come in, Jim."

As Jim walked in he saw a concerned look on Simon's face. Shit, Blair must have told him. "Sir do you know where my partner is?"

"Cut the shit, Ellison." Simon bellowed, "you could care less where your partner is, as we all saw this morning. You're just pissed off that the paperwork isn't done. Right?"

"Sir," Jim said angrily, "this is no ones business. This is my private life and no one should know about it."

"Well, Ellison," Simon continued saying, "then you shouldn't have brought it into the bullpen. Because as it is, your partner and Joel took the day off so he could move out of the loft. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I do know one thing, I've never seen Sandburg so sad. What are you doing? And do you know what you're doing to him?"

"I'm not doing anything." Jim said stonily, "I'm tired of having a roommate, sir, do you have a problem with that? I told him one week and he's been there over four years. I think a move isn't that big of a thing."

"Get out of here and file your reports." Simon said, giving Jim his best evil eye look.

Jim gave it back just as good as he left Simon's office. He went over and asked Conner, "Could you help me with this paperwork so I can leave before I die?"

Conner looked at him and said, "Do it yourself, Ellison." Storming off, Jim was getting more pissed off by the minute.

Jim started working on all of the paperwork and found that he got almost all of it done. Even Simon would be impressed with him. He needed to get done, because he had a date and was meeting some friends at the Country Club.

Finishing his reports he took them into Simon's office and set them on his desk. Simon had left about an hour before then. Now, he could get out of there and get something going with Angela.

He went down to the locker room, stripped, stepped into the shower and felt like a new person in no time. He walked back out drying himself off and got his clean clothes out of the bag. He had about one hour before he picked Angela up for the party for his dad.

As Jim was getting dressed, Blair walked into the locker room. He walked over to Jim and said, "Okay, Jim, no one is here, we need to talk."

"No we don't." Jim said, trying to get by.

"Yes we do." Blair said. "I'm not leaving and neither are you, until we talk this out."

"Sandburg, what do you want to hear?" Jim said coldly, "You want to hear that I lost my head and slept with you in a moment of weakness? Well, I did. And I now realize it was weakness. I want to be with women again. I like women and I've got a date, so if you don't mind."

As he shoved by Blair, Blair said, "Tell me you never loved me."

"Sandburg," Jim said, "I never loved you. I don't know what I was doing? Okay? I am very confused, but I do know that I don't love you. I might be a sentinel and you want to study me, but I don't have to be your fucking fag."

Blair looked, as if he had been slapped full force. Why would Jim say these things? What was going on? What was Blair missing? He watched Jim walk out of the room with his heart breaking more.

When Jim got to Angela's house, he picked her up and they headed to the Country Club for dinner and the dance. She was beautiful. She had black hair that went down to her waist, green eyes that you could die for and Jim was getting hard just thinking about her.

Angela looked over at Jim and saw the lust in his eyes and said, "Jim, we can stop somewhere first if you want to?"

Jim pulled into a nice hotel, asking Angela if this was all right, and then opened the door for her. They went into the hotel and got the key and went to their room.

Once in the room, Jim started kissing her and tasting all the things he needed to taste to get him going. She pushed him back on the bed and said, "Jim, let me look at my prize."

Jim wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. But decided that he didn't care. He was so hard that he had to do something. She and Jim started pulling his clothes off and she started kissing him all over. She got on top of him and started kissing him again. Moving back down to his cock, she noticed Jim was making no sounds whatsoever and this worried Angela a little. After all, she had wanted to win this prize with more enthusiasm than this.

Lying on the bed, Jim was thinking of the lips around his cock, and he pictured Blair's face. He kept shaking his head as if trying to get rid of the thought. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get that picture of Blair out of his head. As she started sucking harder and harder, he said, "Angela, I'm going to come if you don't stop."

"Come for me Jim," Angela said. And she continued doing what she was doing and Jim came, but what was bothering him was the fact that he couldn't get Blair out of his head the whole time. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Angela waited a short while for Jim to rest and then she took his cock back in her mouth again and when he got hard, she sat on his cock and started moving. Jim had forgotten how great this felt. Jesus, she felt good. He opened his eyes and looked into her face and saw Blair crying. Shit, shit, shit. Jim closed his eyes again and got back into what they were doing. Jim started lifting up higher and higher and she came loudly calling his name and he came soon after, but he didn't say a word. Not even a sound. Like he came and went.

Angela wasn't a happy camper. She said, "Jim, didn't you enjoy this?"

"I just came twice in an hour, what do you think?" Jim asked with annoyance in his voice. "I'm quiet when I make love. Sorry if I didn't live up to your expectations. I'm sorry if I didn't make you feel good."

She started smiling and said, "Oh Jim, you did make me feel good. Oh so good. Now lets get dressed and get to the dance, what do you say?"

"Fine," Jim said. Getting out of bed he got dressed and turned around and she was watching him oddly. He said, "What?"

"Jim," Angela said, "will you call me your angel? I've never let anyone call me that, but I would let you."

"No, Angela, I can't." Jim said. "I hate nicknames, so lets keep this from getting all mushy." Jim finished dressing and noticed she was taking her time. Finally he said, "I'm sorry. I'm just tired tonight." But Jim found himself wondering if he was missing something here. They slept together once, why would he call her angel.

Smiling Angela said, "So you aren't mad at me?"

Jim leaned down and started kissing her and said, "Never."

They left the hotel and went to the country club and met up with a few people they knew. Jim's dad was there of course and he said, "Jimmy, who is this lovely woman?"

"Dad, this is Angela." Jim said, "Angela, my dad, William Ellison."

"I'm so glad to finally meet you," William said, "Jimmy has told me all about you."

"Dad," Jim said flatly, "this isn't the person I was talking about two months ago."

"Sorry," William said to both of them. "At any rate, Angela I'm very glad to meet you."

William asked Jim, "How is Sandburg doing? I haven't seen him in awhile."

Jim glared at his father and said, "He's fine, he doesn't live at the loft any longer."

"Really?" William asked, "So what's new at work, Jimmy?"

"Dad," Jim said, "I'm going to go and dance, we'll talk after awhile."

As soon as Jim left to dance with Angela, he went to the coatroom to get his cell phone and called Simon Banks.

When Simon answered William said, "Captain Banks, this is William Ellison. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

"Sure, go ahead," Simon said, "what do you want to know?"

"How long has Mr. Sandburg not lived in the loft?" Mr. Ellison asked, "And how long has Jimmy been seeing this Angela person?"

"Back up, Mr. Ellison," Simon said, "first of all, these things are none of your business unless Jim fills you in. Why would you call and ask me? Your son is no doubt talking to you, ask him."

"Captain Banks," Mr. Ellison said, "I would ask him, but I don't think I'm talking to my son. He's like another person. I'm very worried about him. Have you noticed anything at work?"

"Yes, we all have." Simon said, "But that's life, Mr. Ellison. He's decided what to do with his life and that's what he's going to do."

"Captain Banks," William said, "I'm sorry for bothering you. Thank you for your time."

When William went back out, he sat at the table with his son and girlfriend. Why was this bothering him, he wondered?

After dinner was over, William said, "Jimmy could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Sure dad," Jim said getting up. "What do you need?"

"Jim what's going on?" William said, "I know that something is going on and I know you wouldn't want to hurt your partner. Now tell me what is going on."

"Dad," Jim said quietly, "Nothing is going on, I just got sick and tired of having him around me all the time. So lets drop it and get back to the dance."

As Jim walked away, William knew he was going to have to do some checking tomorrow. Something was very wrong with his son.

When Jim left the Country Club, he took Angela home and she invited him up to her apartment. He figured why not? He ended up spending the night. When Jim awoke the next morning, he could feel the body next to him, but knew it wasn't the right body. Knew it wasn't the right smell. He closed his eyes and tried to get his mind off of Blair. This had to stop.

He slipped out of bed and got dressed. He left a note for Angela and said he'd call her later on. He didn't know if he would or not. He left her apartment and went straight to the loft so he could shower and dress before he was late for work.

Once Jim got to the station, he saw the looks from everyone and wondered what he had done now. He went and sat down at his desk and Simon yelled, "Ellison."

Jim jumped up and quickly entered Simon's office. Blair was sitting on a chair in the far end of the room. Jim hadn't even known he was there. Jim realized that his senses were off line and he hadn't even bothered to notice before. He looked at Simon and said, "Sir?"

"Can the crap, Ellison." Simon shouted as he shut the door. "Now, I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm going to give you two some time together to work this all out. I'm not putting Sandburg with any other officer and I'm not putting you with Conner. So, I'm going to leave, you're going to have some time and I'm not coming back in until you both call me in and there are some changes made. Do you understand?" As Simon waited for their reply he went and shut all of the blinds on his windows, so they would have all the privacy they needed.

"Yes sir," Blair said, "we'll figure out something, sir."

"Simon," Jim said angrily, "you can't make us sit in here until we get along. That isn't in my job description. So, I'm leaving right now."

Simon shoved Jim back into a chair and said, "Sit down, detective and get used to sitting, because I'll put you on desk duty for the rest of your life if I have to. Do you get it now, Ellison?"

"Yes, sir." Jim said as he glared at his friend.

"I'll be back when there is something to report a change in."

Having said that, Simon walked out of his office and slammed the door. Jim looked out one of the slats in the window and saw Simon sit down at Jim's desk and rub his face with his hands. He could tell Simon was tired. Jim did feel a little guilty about Simon.

"All right," Jim said, "I'll start. First of all, why did you have to whine to Simon and make this into a big thing at the station? Everyone is mad at me, and I have to work with these people."

"Fuck you, Ellison." Blair said, "I can say anything I want. But as far as that goes, I didn't say a word to anyone. I guess they could just tell from the shitty way you were treating me. Oh and lets not forget, I moved into Joel's house."

They continued arguing and they were getting nowhere. Blair said, "So was she worth it? Did you find out you liked that a lot more? Are you a happy man, now?"

"Yeah," Jim said, "I loved fucking her. She was great. And it felt great. I realized that I had really missed it. For some reason, I let the Sentinel thing take hold of me and lead me along. I'm not doing that anymore."

"So," Blair said, "You're just shutting down your sentinel abilities? Pretending they don't exist?"

"Yes, I am." Jim said flatly, "and I'm thrilled to be rid of them."

Blair got up and went over to where Jim was sitting and said, "Jim, tell me you don't miss this." Blair kissed Jim's ear, then he kissed his neck, and kept kissing different parts of his face. Jim was leaning back into the chair and was moaning quietly. Blair looked down and saw that Jim was getting hard. So, that answered one of Blair's questions. It wasn't Blair. Something else was going on.

Blair started undoing Jim's belt and Jim started to stop him but Blair was too fast. He shoved Jim's hands aside and got his pants undone and had Jim lift up and pulled his pants down and then his boxers followed. Jim wasn't fighting him. He was just lying there with his eyes closed. Blair took Jim's cock into his mouth and Jim started rubbing his hands in Blair's hair. Then Jim started pushing his hips up to meet Blair's welcoming mouth. Oh God, Jim thought, I missed this mouth. Shit.

Jim finally opened his eyes and looked down and saw Blair looking up at him with Jim's cock in his mouth and that was more than he could take. Jim put his hand across his mouth as he came. So what came out was a really loud noise, but nothing anyone would be able to understand. Blair pulled Jim's cock out of his mouth and said, "Jim, I want to fuck you now. What do you think of that?"

Jim looked down at him and said, "No."

"I see," Blair said, "you'll let me suck you off but you won't let me fuck you. Figures. You have an attack of conscience and I'm the one that doesn't get it anymore. Tell me Ellison, do you tell everyone you fuck that you love him or her. Did you tell this woman last night that you loved her? Did you think up nicknames for her? Did you fuck her all night long because you couldn't get enough of her?"

Jim pushed away from Blair, stood up and got his pants back where they belonged. Face turning red, he said, "Things have changed, Sandburg."

"Jim," Blair said, "I just got done sucking you off, now tell me how that has changed things?"

"Fuck." Jim said, "It's not going to happen again. Sandburg, I can't do this. Really I can't. Couldn't we just work together? Not sleep together, not suck each other off, and just work?"

"Yeah, Jim, we can." Blair said sadly. "I'll tell Simon that we worked it out. Do I ever get a real reason as to why you don't love me anymore?"

"Sandburg, please." Jim said, "Could we just drop it? I don't want to do this today."

As Blair opened the door, Simon looked and saw the sadness in those eyes and knew that things were not fixed. He called Simon in. As Simon entered he noticed that Jim wouldn't look at either of them.

"Okay," Simon said, "What has changed? Looks the same as when I left an hour ago."

"Simon," Blair said, "We've decided that we aren't going to be lovers anymore, but we'll be partners. We make a good team. So, we'll be working together. No one will notice a change."

Simon looked over at Jim and said, "Jim you have something to say?"

"No sir." Jim said. "We'll keep our private lives private, sir."

With a look of disgust, Simon said, "Both of you get out of here. Get some work done."

Jim and Blair walked into the bullpen and went to each of their desks and sat down. They got a call and went out on it. They didn't talk, but things were going all right. Well, that is what Jim kept telling himself anyhow.

While they were out on a call, he was checking for some clues at a scene and Blair realized that Jim didn't have his senses. He was acting like a normal detective. This might be the problem, Blair thought. Maybe the only reason he was fucking me was because he was the Sentinel and I was the Guide. Shit.

Once back in the truck, Blair said, "Jim how long have your senses been gone?"

"For about a month now." Jim said lying. "I didn't want to bother you."

"You are such a fucking liar, Jim." Blair said as he looked out the window.

"What do you mean?" Jim asked.

Blair looked over at Jim and said, "I need to talk to you, pull up to this motel and don't worry tough guy, I'm not going to suck you off, but I want to talk to you. Without anyone watching us."

They pulled into the motel and Blair jumped out and went and got a room and walked to the door of said room. Jim drove the truck over to the parking spot and pulled in. He got out of the truck slowly, not knowing what the hell Blair had planned for him.

As he walked through the door, Blair grabbed him and before he even knew what was going on, Blair had him in handcuffs and attached them to the headboard and locked them.

Jim said, "Sandburg, this is enough. Now let me up."

"Jim," Blair said, "I'm not letting you up until you tell me the truth. So far you haven't said one thing that's made any sense. I need to know and you're going to tell me."

Jim started struggling with the cuffs, yelling at Blair to let him out of them before he yelled for help. Blair started laughing and said, "Yeah, go ahead tough guy, the police will love seeing this." As he said that he gestured to Jim cuffed to the bed.

When Jim didn't reply Blair continued.

"Now," Blair said, "I want you to start talking to me, fast. And this time I want the truth."

Jim started struggling again. And then he just closed his eyes and tried to shut everything out of his mind.

Blair smiled at the man before him. Jim thought he was so tough, but he was afraid of Blair. And Blair was not giving up until he had some answers.

He ran his hands across Jim's chest feeling Jim's nipples harden. Jim said, "Sandburg, don't do this. I mean it. It would be rape, do you understand?"

"I'm not doing anything," Blair replied, "I'm just touching, I don't plan on doing anything. You're safe with me."

Blair continued to rub on Jim's body and saw the reaction in Jim's cock. He was very hard. Why? If Jim didn't like Blair, love him or anything else, why would this turn him on? Blair went over and stood next to the bed and started taking his clothes off. Once he was naked he started stroking himself and Blair kept getting closer to the bed and Jim smelled him. Blair could see that Jim's senses were back online. Blair kept stroking harder and harder and Jim started inching his way over to Blair till his mouth was right under Blair's cock. Then Jim lifted his head up enough so that he could taste Blair. Once he had Blair's cock in his mouth, he started sucking hard. Blair was going to come very soon. Blair knew that Jim wanted him; he just had to prove it to Jim.

As Blair got closer to the edge, Jim scooted up farther so he could take Blair further into his mouth and Blair came shouting, "Jim."

Jim lay back on the bed and rested, and Blair looked over at Jim and saw the tears coming out of Jim's eyes. Jim wasn't making a sound. Wasn't moving either. Silent tears, no more, no less.

"All right, Jim," Blair said, "I'm not taking anymore of this. What is going on? Why are afraid to love me? I have to know Jim. If I know the truth, I can go on."


Blair climbed up on the bed and undid the cuffs, suddenly feeling terrible for doing that. Jim just lay there looking at the ceiling. He wasn't talking or moving. Just staring.

Blair got on top of Jim and said, "Jim, please hold me. Please."

Jim moved his arms and found themselves around Blair's body. He started rubbing Blair's back and ass. He was getting hard. God, how he loved this man and no one was going to stop him.

"Blair if I tell you, will you let it drop?" Jim asked.

"Jim," Blair said, "you know I can't do that. Depending on what type of news you tell me, I might have to kick some ass. I don't know yet."

"I've been approached," Jim said, "by some people who work for the Police Commissioner. I've been ordered to stop our living arrangements. If not, they'll separate us or out us at work."

Blair looked over at Jim and said, "So?"

Jim said, "Blair, it isn't that easy. The Commissioner is one of my father's best friends and he has threatened to tell my father things. They've been watching, they have pictures of us on the balcony and even from inside the loft. Remember that time in the parking lot when it was empty? Well, it wasn't completely empty it seems. So, the Commissioner set the date up for last night with his niece, Angela, to see if I was really into men or not. It was like I had something to prove and I swear to you, I couldn't get your face out of my mind the whole time. "

"Jim you don't strike me as a coward." Blair said angrily. "I can't believe you're letting them have this much control. What the fuck were you thinking of? And while I'm on the subject, I'm going to fucking kick your ass for sleeping with her. It's not you thinking of my face I was worried about when you were fucking her."

Blair pulled away from Jim and slugged his face as hard as he could. Jim just lay there and took it. Finally Blair got himself back under control and lay back on top of Jim.

"Jim," Blair said, "You have to tell me what's going on. What are we going to do? I don't want this to be our life. Sneaking around and not being able to touch each other."

"Blair," Jim said with sadness in his voice, "I can't do this to my dad. It'll kill him. It would be bad enough to find out about us, but to see pictures. Blair, do you know what that would do to him?"

"I don't fucking care, I guess." Blair said and got off of Jim and the bed. He walked over to the window and looked out into the darkness. When had it gotten dark? How long had they been there, Blair wondered? It seemed like they had just gotten there, but they had been talking for a long time.

Blair walked into the bathroom and took a shower and came out with his clothes on and Jim was still lying on the bed in the same place. Blair walked over and said, "Jim you can go if you want. Do whatever you want. I can't be with someone that is ashamed of himself, me or what we are."

Jim tried to pull Blair into his arms, but Blair shoved him hard into the headboard. "Don't touch me," Blair said, "Jim, you'll never touch me again. Not like that. I'll continue to be your partner, but we'll never be friends again. And not just 'not lovers' anymore, but I can't be a friend with a coward either."

"Blair," Jim said imploringly, "please don't do this. We need to talk some more. I don't know what to do. But you can't expect me to just let them show those pictures to my dad can you? Sandburg, you have to know enough about family to know that there are certain things that would not be forgiven."

"That's the difference between the two of us." Blair said, "I don't care what my Mom would say. I could care less. And I wanted to ask you about coming out to our friends, because I wanted everyone to know. I love you, I adore you, and I wanted to be with you forever. At least I did until now. Go and fuck Angela. You seemed to do an okay job of it, since I don't see any pictures around the bullpen."

As Blair walked out the door, Jim just sat there in the dark motel room wondering what to do. He picked up the phone and called his dad and said, "Dad, could I come over, I need to talk to you."

Blair took a bus over to Joel's house and when he walked in, he was a wreck. In fact he was a total mess. He was so upset, but yet, he wasn't mad. Just broken. Joel pulled Blair into his arms and asked him, "Blair talk to me about what's going on. It might help."

"Joel," Blair said, "I was in love with Jim." After he said that, he went into the spare room and Joel could hear sniffling. Joel knocked on the door and said, "Blair, could I come in?"

"This is your house, man." Blair answered, trying to make it into a joke.

But Joel wasn't having any of it. He put his arm around Blair and pulled him close and said, "Now fill me in on what's going on."

Blair did just that. He started at the beginning and told Joel the entire thing and said, "I don't know what I need to do, but Jim wants to just act like we aren't sleeping together. And I guess he also wants me to share him with women, so that the Commissioner won't worry about the two of us." Then Blair's shoulders started shaking and Joel could hear very soft sobbing and Joel had tears rolling down his face. These two men were two of his closest friends and he was going to help them if it killed them all.

"Blair," Joel said, "I'm going to go to the precinct and talk to Simon. I have to report this, it is past just hassling you and Jim. This is outright harassment. Not to mention blackmail."

"Joel," Blair said, "Jim would just die if this got out. Don't you understand? He is embarrassed of the whole thing. He doesn't want anyone to know."

"Too bad," Joel said, "I'm going to the office now and I'll see you later tonight, unless something comes up. You try to sleep and I'll call if anything happens."

"Simon is going to be so pissed off." Blair said dejectedly, "He'll think that it's all my fault. God, Jim will be so embarrassed."

Joel went over to Blair and said, "Tough, he'll get over it. Now go and rest."

Joel walked out the door locking it and went to his car and headed into the station. He called Simon on the way and asked, "Sir, could you meet me at the office, I have something very important to tell you."

"This had better be good, Taggert," Simon said, "I'm watching a game."

"Sir," Joel said, "You know I wouldn't bother you at home for no reason."

"Okay," Simon said, "I'll be there in about 15 minutes. See you then. Goodbye."

Both men were on their way to the Station. In the meantime Jim arrived at his fathers house and was knocking at the door.

When his dad opened the door, he pulled Jim into a hug and said, "Jimmy, come on in. It's so good to see you. Now tell me what is so important that it makes you look this scared. Did something happen to Stevie?"

"No, Dad." Jim said hurriedly, "Stevie is fine. I had to talk to you and it's not going to be a good father son talk. You'll probably never talk to me again, but I have to tell you ahead of time."

William Ellison sat on the sofa, motioning for Jim to sit and saw the tears in Jim's eyes. He knew that something major was going to be talked about, but William really had no clue. And for this reason, he was sad. He should know more about his son than that.

As Jim sat down next to his dad, he tried to stay calm but found himself shaking like a leaf. William stood up and said, "Jim, I'm going to get you a stiff drink and then you can tell me your news."

Jim watched his dad mix him a drink and Jim realized that in the last six months he had been having dinner with his dad once a month and starting to enjoy his time with him. And now it would all be lost. And his father would not only hate him, but hate Blair too. Jim was so sad; he didn't even know where to begin.

While William was fixing the drink, he was thinking about what it could be. Could it be he got a woman pregnant? No, not his Jim, he wasn't even dating anyone. Hadn't been for ages. William kept asking but Jim kept saying he was too busy. There was only one person that Jim talked about nonstop and that was Blair Sandburg. Smiling at his son, he realized what Jim was going to tell him and William wanted to make it easier on him.

He walked over with the drink and sat next to Jim and didn't say a word for a moment. "Jim," William finally said, "I know about you and Sandburg. And I'm fine with that, son."

Jim just stared at this man that was in his fathers body and wondered where the real William had gone. Then Jim couldn't help it, he leaned into his dads arms and started softly crying. Jim didn't say anything, just stayed in his dad's arms and William rubbed Jim's back and rocked him back and forth. Then Jim took his arms from his side and put them around his dad and let himself be completely engulfed by his father for the first time. Jim felt like he was finally home. They stayed this way for a long while until William said, "Okay, Jimmy, now I want you to tell me what brought this up and why you're this upset."

So Jim proceeded to tell him what the Police Commission said, about the pictures, about the blackmail and the worst thing that he fucked around on Blair the night before. The whole time, Jim had his head hanging down in shame. William pulled his chin up and met Jim's eyes and said, "Jimmy, you go and kick some ass. Don't worry about this. If they show me pictures, so be it. It's not the end of the world. I could be seeing pictures of my dead son. That would be the worst thing. This isn't the worst thing in the world. I love you, Jimmy."

Jim went back into this mans arms and hugged him so hard and he whispered, "Dad, I love you too. God, I do love you. I'm so sorry for all the years we have missed."

"Jimmy," William said, "Go and take care of this and then we can try to make up for all this. And speaking of taking care of things, what is happening with Blair? Where is he?"

"He's over at Joel's." Jim said, "I told him that I couldn't do that to you and he went to stay with Joel."

"Do you have Joel's address on you?" William asked. "I could go and spend time with him and tell him not to worry. That would make him feel better. Or at least I could call and let him know that I like him a lot and hope to get to know him better soon."

Jim bent over and wrote on a piece of paper, putting both the address and phone number on the paper. He smiled at his dad and said, "Okay, I'm off to fight the evil. Take care of him, Dad. He is my life."

"I got that, Jimmy." William said smiling. He walked Jim to the truck and watched him drive away. Then he went into his garage and pulled his Lincoln out and started on his way over to Joel's house. William felt sorry for Police Commissioner Jefferson. This was going to be a mess when Jim was done. William found himself smiling at the thought of getting Jefferson. William had secretly hated that man for years. This happy thought made his drive over to see Blair sail by.

When William arrived at Joel's home he saw lights on, so he knew he wouldn't be waking Blair up. He walked up to the front door and knocked.

Blair opened the front door and his mouth flew open. Finally finding his voice, Blair said, "Mr. Ellison? What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in and talk to you?" William asked. "And please call me William. I would prefer that."

"Sorry sir, come in, please." Blair said stepping aside for the older man to walk into Joel's home.

"Now, you're wondering what I'm doing here." William said, "Well, it just so happens that my son came and saw me tonight and told me all about the two of you and I came over to talk to you about it."

"Oh god," Blair said as he started to pace. "Sir, I'm so sorry. He said he wasn't going to tell you. Why did he do that?"

"Because he is a man in love." William said, "And he didn't want to treat you like you were something to be ashamed of."

"Why aren't you yelling at me?" Blair asked suddenly.

"Because Blair, I like you." William said, "Jim could have found a nice woman and settled down, but instead he found a nice man and settled down. Either way, Jim is happy, so I'm happy."

"Did you tell Jim this?" Blair asked.

"Well, of course I did, right before I told him to get to that station and kick some major ass." William said. "Then I asked if I could come over and talk to you about things and keep you company while he does the paperwork up for this."

"He was happy to have me come over." William added.

"William, I'm so glad you came." Blair said very quietly. "Have you had dinner yet?

"No, I haven't, how about pizza?" William said. "Sounds great to me," Blair called back as he was heading into the kitchen for the phone.

As they waited for the pizza to get there, they discovered different things they had in common other than William's son. William loved museums and offered to go to any of the showings that Jim didn't want to go to. Blair was pleased to hear that. They talked about the whole thing. What had first drawn the two together and why he loved Jim? Blair told him anything and everything. It was very liberating. William turned out to be a most understanding person. Blair couldn't believe that Jim had told him. Blair was so proud of Jim. He wouldn't have to hate him forever and he told William that he was thinking this. William smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Jim will be kicking himself for the rest of his life over this. Blair he's very upset about that woman. He knows how badly he hurt you. I hope for both of your sakes, you'll forgive him and give him a second chance."

"William, I've already forgiven him." Blair said with a smile on his face. "All he had to do was say that he loved me, and him telling you, screams I love you, to me."

William started laughing and said, "I think you're right, Blair."

The pizza arrived and they ate dinner and drank a couple of beers. Once they were finished, Blair said, "William, would you like to stay in the room I'm in? I'm sure Joel wouldn't mind at all."

William said, "I'd rather take you and some of your things over to my house and we can stay there. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me," Blair said as he got up and walked into the bedroom to pack his things. Blair couldn't believe how this night was turning out. He had never dreamed that Jim would do this. He had really believed that Jim was a coward and didn't really love him. Thank god, he was wrong.

When he came out, William was standing by the front door. "I left a note for Jim and Joel," William said, "That way they don't think something happened to you."

"Thank you," Blair said. "You know Jim too well. He would be frantic until he figured out what happened to both of us."

They got into the car and drove off. Blair talked nonstop and William realized why Jim said once, that he liked listening to his voice. Blair had a good voice, a strong voice and one that William would be glad to hear for the rest of his life if he was lucky enough to have Blair around that long.

At the station house, Jim came walking through the door and said, "Simon, you already know about Blair and I, but I need to tell Joel now. And then I would like to file some charges against the Police Commissioner."

Both Joel and Simon were floored hearing Jim say this. But both of them quickly got over it and asked Jim to fill them in on what the hell was going on. So, Jim told them about his talk with his dad and how well, it had gone. Then he told them that William had gone over to stay with Blair while Jim was filing the papers.

"Jim," Joel said, "I hope you've learned from this. You can't decide what to do about how others are going to see you. You just have to face them and go with it. Look how well that turned out with your dad, and I bet you never dreamed that your father would go along with this."

"You are right, Joel." Jim said, "I was shocked, but I couldn't have been more proud of my dad. He'd always acted like I was an embarrassment, but maybe it was me. I find it hard to believe that this man, who was so kind to me tonight was the same man I keep thinking about all those years ago."

"Gentlemen," Simon said, "You can discuss this later on. I want to get these papers filled out and get to the Police Commissioner before anyone else does. I have a feeling he'll be watching you and trying to stay a step ahead of you the entire way. Lets get this show on the road."

"Thank you, guys." Jim said quickly, "I couldn't do this without your support. I was hoping I would have it."

They all filled out the paper work, then Simon called the D.A. at home and told him about it and they would bring the Commissioner in the next morning. He would be brought up on charges of blackmail and harassment. Jim wouldn't be backing down either, so this was serious.

"Jim," Simon said, "are you okay with this outing you at the station?"

"Sir," Jim answered, "if that's what it takes, then that's what it takes. I have to do what's best for Blair and myself. I really do love him."

"You almost blew it." Simon said, "I really thought you had ruined the best thing you had ever had in your life."

"I did too." Jim said, "But you know what, I realized that I couldn't make it without Blair beside me. I knew then that I had to tell my dad. It was an injustice to Blair to not say anything this whole time."

"How long have you been together?" Joel asked, "Not that it matters, but I would like to know."

"We've been lovers for six months now." Jim said.

"I knew it." Simon said, "I could tell the difference. You both tried so hard to have things not change that they did."

Both Simon and Joel started laughing at this and Jim scowled at them. "Glad to make your night." Jim said.

"Jim," Simon said, "why not go pick Sandburg up and go home? No reason to stay here. I'll call tomorrow if I need you for anything. Take the day off, both of you. See you tomorrow sometime. Tell Sandburg, I'm glad it worked out."

Jim pulled his cell phone out and called Blair's number and his dad answered, "Jimmy?"

"Dad?" Jim said apprehensively, "Is something wrong with Blair?"

"No, Jimmy," William said, "He's fine, he's sleeping. We're at my house. Come here, he's in the spare room. You know where I keep the spare key. I'm going back to bed. See you in the morning, son."

"Thank you, Dad." Jim said as he hung up the phone.

When he got to his dads house he found the spare key, hidden in plain sight and decided he was going to have a talk with his dad about that. It wasn't safe, and he'd be sure that he'd have a key made for emergencies so his dad wouldn't feel the need to leave a key there.

Walking in, he locked up and headed up the stairs, William stood at the head of the stairs and said, "Just making sure it was you, Jimmy."

Jim hugged his dad and said, "Thanks dad. For loving me."

"I've always loved you, Jim." William said, "I just didn't show you. And for this I'll be forever sorry."

"Dad," Jim said, "don't do that. We are both going to be blaming ourselves forever. Lets stop now. How about we start over. What do you say?"

"I say you get your ass in this bed and let a poor guy sleep, Ellison." Blair said from the doorway of Jim's old room.

Both Jim and William started laughing and William said, "Goodnight, boys, see you in the morning."

"Night, William." Blair said, turning and walking into the room. Blair turned and saw Jim go into William's arms and tell him goodnight and hold on tight. Geez, you're getting down right mushy, Sandburg, Blair told himself.

When Jim came through the doorway, he smiled at Blair and shut the door. He then started taking his clothes off and climbed into the bed with Blair. Thank god, he had a double bed while he was growing up. Think how uncomfortable it would have been if he had to share a twin bed with Blair. Oh hell, he realized he wouldn't care what he had to share. Jim, he said to himself, you have it bad. You are one man totally in love.

As he crawled into Blair's arms, Blair said, "Never again, Jim. You talk next time anything comes up or I'll leave. Understood?"

"Understood." Jim answered, "I promise to love you forever and not take you for granted again. And I also promise to try to never be a dickhead again. Well, at least to you, anyhow."

Blair started laughing and Jim covered his mouth with his own. The kiss grew with such passion that Jim had forgotten how much he loved this man till right this very second. Being with Blair made his entire life light up. Everything was right with the world when Blair was in it. As the kissing continued Jim got them naked as fast as he could and said, "Let me take you in my mouth since I don't have the supplies."

Blair pulled his backpack out from beside the bed and laughed and said, "I have everything we'll need big guy. I'm going to make you howl, do you hear me?"

"Oh shit," Jim said, "We're at my dads house, Blair."

Blair started the assault and Jim knew he was in for a long night. Jim tried to be quiet, he put a pillow over his mouth at one time, but when Blair started stretching him for his final entry, Jim couldn't hold still any longer. He put the pillow down and said, "Blair, fuck me now."

"Why thank you, Jim, I think I will." Blair said laughing and entered Jim as quickly as he could without hurting Jim. As he did, Jim did howl. And he wasn't even coming yet.

Jim said, "Blair, Blair, Blair."

Blair said, "Jim, Jim, Jim, I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll think someone knocked you upside your head. Do you hear me? I want to see you come right now. Come for me now, Jim."

As he was saying this he was hitting Jim's prostate each and every time and Jim did come, and he did howl. He yelled out, "I love you, Blair."

In his room, William lay in his bed and smiled. He knew this man was going to be good for his son. He wouldn't get any Grandchildren, but who cares. He wanted Jim to be happy and it sure sounded like he was happy. He smiled again and rolled over and went to sleep.

After cleaning them both up, Blair pulled Jim into his arms and said, "I love you, Jim. You're only mine, no one else's."

"I thank god for that, Blair." Jim said, "I love you back. And I am yours. As you are mine. We'll be together forever."

"Sweet dreams, Jim." Blair said.

"I'm with you, how could it be anything else?" Jim answered. And as Jim started falling to sleep, he realized that he'd take care of things as they came up. He wasn't going to worry about them now. He had his life mate here and was happy. This was indeed a great life. He pulled Blair closer and fell asleep.

Jim woke up to the smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes. He pulled Blair up close to him and said, "Chief, my dad made breakfast. I guess we should go down and eat. What do you say?"

"I want to eat." Blair said as he pushed Jim over onto his back. With one smooth move, Blair took Jim's cock into his mouth and began sucking. Jim pulled a pillow over his face and he moaned in pleasure. It didn't last long as Jim came into Blair's enthusiastic mouth. Blair then pulled the pillow off Jim's face and said, "Okay, now I'm ready for breakfast. I had to taste you first."

Jim started laughing and took Blair's hard cock into his hand and said, "Would you like me to do something about this, or did you just want to go around hard all day long?"

Jim moved down and swallowed Blair's cock into his warm and moist mouth. He could taste Blair's pre-cum so he knew that Blair wouldn't be lasting too long. He started sucking hard and Jim saw Blair pull the pillow over his head to keep the moans quiet. Jim loved this. After a few more sucks Blair shot his cream down Jim's throat and Jim swallowed it all willingly.

They lay in each other's arms and got their breathing back to normal. Then they got into the shower, together. As Jim was washing his body, Blair took the soap and rubbed it into his hands and once they were all sudsy, he starting rubbing Jim's body. "Chief, if you start that, we're never going to make it out of here." Blair laughed and started rubbing between Jim's cheeks. Jim spread his legs and put his head against the tile. Jim couldn't believe how great this felt. To think he almost gave this all up.

As he continued to rub around Jim's hole, with Jim moaning and legs spread, Blair figured, what the hell? Just because he didn't usually fuck Jim, it was usually the other way around, didn't mean they couldn't change things. Look what happened last night, Blair thought. He slid one finger into Jim's hole and Jim jumped but didn't move away from Blair at all. Then Jim pushed back against the finger letting Blair know he wanted more. So, Blair pulled that out and put two in. Jim was moaning now, he didn't even jump this time. Blair pulled those two out and put a little more liquid on his fingers and added three this time. Jim was starting to talk to him now in a begging tone. "Blair, please fuck me, fuck me now."

"Jim," Blair said, "Do you know how bad you hurt me the last couple of days?"

Jim looked back behind him, and said, "Babe, I'm really sorry, you know why I did it. I've explained it all. I thought you understood."

"I'm still a little pissed off about you being with that bitch." Blair said angrily.

As Blair was talking he was still pounding his fingers into Jim's hole, rubbing Jim's prostate each and every time. Jim was trying to concentrate on what Blair was saying, but it was becoming more and more difficult every moment that Blair kept his fingers in Jim's ass. Oh goody, thought Jim, I'm becoming a slut.

"You'll never, ever be with anyone other than me again." Blair said, "And if you do, I'll fucking kick your ass and then never talk to you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jim pleaded. "Blair, please fuck me. Please?"

"Jim," Blair said smiling, "Who would have thought you'd be such a slut?"

"I know." Answered Jim, who was totally disgusted with himself.

Blair pulled his fingers out of Jim and Jim whined, "Blair?"

"Oh don't worry, big man," Blair said, "I'm just getting you in a different position before I continue."

Blair shut the water off and told Jim to get out and get on the floor on all fours. Jim did so without asking any questions. Blair smiled at how easy this was happening. Who would have thought? Man, not only is Jim a slut, but he's a bottom boy. Blair had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. And to think he could have been the top for all this time.

As Jim got down on the floor he looked at Blair and for the first time, Blair realized that Jim was scared. Blair rubbed his back and ass as he said, "Jim, I would never hurt you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." Jim answered. "Just a little scared is all, Chief. I'm so sorry I hurt you, babe."

Blair stopped what he was doing and pulled Jim's face towards his and said, "Jim, are you doing this because you're trying to make this up to me in a sexual way? Or because you want to?"

"A little of both." Jim said.

Blair got up and got back into the shower and washed all the soap off as Jim was still trying to figure out what had happened.

Jim got into the shower and said, "Blair, I wouldn't let you fuck me just because I thought maybe then you wouldn't be mad. I just figured that it would help make us closer is all. And I figured we needed to be closer right now."

Jim pulled Blair against him and said, "Please babe, don't be mad at me."

"And Jim, why now?" Blair asked, "why now do you figure you'll let me top? I've asked you many a time and you wouldn't hear of it."

"Because I'm a shithead and I was scared." Jim answered, "You always tell me I'm so brave, but Blair, I'm really not. I'm just as scared as the next person. And I truly believed that if you topped, you'd have so much control over me I would be a goner."

"Guess what Jim?" Blair asked sweetly, "The bottom has more control than you can imagine."

"I'm beginning to understand that now." Jim said smiling. "Now could we get back to where we were?"

Smiling, Blair said, "Are you sure?"

Jim grabbed a bottle of lotion and jumped out of the shower. What could Blair do, but follow laughing happily?

Jim got down on all fours and looked at Blair and said, "Blair, fuck me, please?"

"I love you so much, Jim." Blair said. Then he proceeded to fuck his sentinel senseless. Again, what could he do? He had to do what was right.

As they got dressed to go down for breakfast, Blair asked "Jim, do you remember what I'll do to you if you ever keep something to yourself again. And also what would happen to you if you fuck someone else?"

Jim hung his head and said, "Chief, I promise to never keep any secrets from you again and I'll never be in anyone else's arms, I promise.

They kissed to make the bond even stronger and went downstairs to greet the new day. The sun was shining and it looked like it was made especially for them. Both men were smiling as they walked in and said good morning to William. William in turn looked at them both and said, "Oh, you two are such goners." He laughed as he left them alone to eat breakfast.

The phone rang while they were eating and William came in and handed the phone to Jim and said, "It's Captain Banks."

"Thanks Dad," Jim said, "Hey Simon, what's up?"

"We need you down here for some more Q&A." Simon said, "The Commissioners lawyer is getting him out on bail."

"Simon, you promised me he would stay." Jim said sadly.

"Jim," Simon said, "just get down here and we'll see if we can't do something about this."

Without looking at either Blair or his dad, Jim said, "The Commissioner is getting out on bail. I have to go and answer more questions."

"Jim," William said quickly, "let me get my jacket and I'll go along, I have a great lawyer if we need to get one and I want to be there to stand behind you."

"Thanks dad," Jim said trying to smile. "I thought this would be an open and shut case. That's what I get for thinking."

"Hey Jim," Blair said, "Don't give up just yet. We'll get him. Don't you worry."

"Well, lets see how you feel when everyone finds out about us at the station." Jim said angrily, "And what do you think they're going to say when they hear about the Commissioner's niece? They're going to think I used you and the niece."

Jim went upstairs to get his shoes and socks on and Blair turned to William and said "William, I think this might backfire, what do you think? How much pull does he have?"

"Blair, I don't really know, but I have plenty of pull too." William said.

William went into his room and got his coat, and went to the drawer, grabbing something out of it and slipped it into his pocket and went to join the two men waiting for him at the front door.

The ride to the precinct was a quiet one. No one knew exactly what to say. The quiet probably was best. They all had a lot of thinking to do. When they pulled up, William said, "Jimmy, I need to talk to him alone without you or any one else in the room. Do you think that can be arranged?"

"Dad," Jim said, "I appreciate it, but this isn't something you can take care of for me. I fucked this up, now I need to answer for it."

Jim turned from Blair and William and walked briskly to the elevator. Blair said, "Hey, hot shot, who the fuck do you think you are? You think you need to answer for it on your own? "Don't you think we have to answer for ourselves?"

Jim turned to Blair with such anger as he said, "Fuck you, Blair. You know it's not the same. Everyone is going to look at me differently now. I fucked it up but good. They all love you. They'll hate me forever."

Blair smiled when he realized that Jim was worried about his co-workers getting pissed off about how Blair was treated, rather than them being gay. This was indeed something new.

As they rode up in silence, William said, "Jimmy, I do want to talk to the Commissioner, I think you owe me that much, don't you agree?"

"Well, shit Dad." Jim said, "now you're going to tell me what I have to do because you accepted me?"

"Jim," William said, "Stop making such a damn big thing out of this and let me see him. Fix it for me, Jimmy. Please?"

"Fine." Jim said finally and stomped away from both of the men.

Simon walked over to William Ellison and shook his hand and said, "Mr. Ellison, it's very good to see you. Commissioner Jefferson is waiting to talk to you."

"Thank you, Captain." William said as he followed Simon into the interrogation room.

When Commissioner Jefferson looked up and saw William Ellison standing there he turned to his lawyer and said, "You can leave me alone for awhile with Mr. Ellison."

"Hello Jeff," William said coldly, "I just wanted to talk to you before you ruin everyone's lives."

"No matter what you say it won't work, Bill." Jeff said, "Your son is a fucking fag and I don't want him tainting our police department."

"So no one knows about you and George, am I correct?" William asked.

"What are you talking about?" Jeff said, "George is a friend of mine, that's all."

"I have pictures of you, Jeff." The elder Ellison said, "And if you continue this, I'll be sure that your entire family knows about it."

"William, you can't do this, it would ruin my family and you know it." Jeff said.

"Yes, just like you are ruining my sons life." William said.

"Fine, I'll make a plea bargain and resign, will that make you happy, Bill?" Jeff asked.

William stood up and went to the door and said, "I'll send your lawyer back in, Jeff. Nice seeing you again."

As he went to Captain Banks' office, he was smiling. He hated blackmailing a blackmailer. The only thing that kept him from feeling too bad was the fact that he didn't really have pictures. This made him smile all the more.

As he walked into Simon's office, Jim said, "So how did it go?"

"He's going to ask for a plea bargain and resign." William said. "He's not saying a word to anyone about you, Jimmy, you don't have to worry."

"Dad," Jim said, "please tell me you didn't do anything illegal to get him to do this."

"Jimmy, I swear I didn't do anything. All we did was talk." William said.

Simon walked in front of the window and said, "Sir, I have to know what you said, because if you used any type of blackmail it could backfire."

"Captain Banks," William said, "He's not going to say a word to anyone, believe me."

Then William pulled a tape player out of his pocket and sat it on Simon's desk and pushed play. They all listened and they all smiled. Jim had no idea his father was such a player of hardball.

"Dad," Jim asked, "Do you have any pictures of the Commissioner?"

"Of course not, Jimmy, I just made that up." William said.

This made all of them laugh. William was very pleased that things were going to work out.

"Jim," William asked, "Do you suppose you could take me home?"

"Simon," Jim asked, "Do you mind if I run my dad home?"

"By all means, take him home." Simon said, "In fact take him to lunch and then just come in later today. Relax."

While they were still standing there, DA Stanford, walked in and said, "May I speak freely, Captain Banks?"

"Yes," Simon said, "We all know the story here."

"Well, we have a resignation from our dear Commissioner Jefferson." Stanford said, "He and his lawyer agreed to a fine and community service. And it's not going to be easy stuff. We are talking hard-core community service. We also aren't talking about a lousy 200 hours of service."

Jim went over to Stanford and shook his hand and said, "Thank you, sir."

"You're very welcome, Detective Ellison." Stanford said. "Well, I have to get over and file the paperwork. I love when things work out for the good guys. See you later, gentlemen."

Simon walked William, Blair and Jim to the elevator and said, "See you later guys, I have paperwork to do of my own. See you both tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" Jim asked. "What happened to later today?"

"You might be celebrating." Simon said smiling as he walked away.

William, Blair and Jim all laughed as they got onto the elevator. It was nice when the good guys won.

The end.