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Recalibrations by Sihaya Black (Explicit)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length:
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beledibabe
Author Website: at AO3
Why this must be read: A more unusual look at a post-series “Blair becomes a cop” story.
Unusual in that Blair doesn’t merely pick up where he left off (albeit with a badge). That is, he’s not content to play sidekick to Jim. This Blair embraces his new career with gusto and, at times, is tugging Jim along in his wake.
"What's first on the agenda, pardner?" he said in that god-awful accent he keeps trying to tell me is a Texas lilt. I'm not a fool. Nobody on "Dallas" ever sounded like that.
"SOS, Sandburg." I tossed a bunch of files onto his desk. "We've gotta get statements for the Lee Chen investigation, track down Billy King, that little shit, and find out what he's heard about the latest delivery. Simon's waiting for the report on the Jackson Heights job to be finished and handed over to the Feds..."
He dropped his hands onto the desk and let his chair fall forward. "I could start with the statements, and while I'm out there, keep an ear open about Billy."
I raised my eyebrows as I retrieved my pencil mug and stapler from the corner of his desk. Sandburg, going off on his own? I didn't think so.
"And what would I be doing while you're out there, all on your lonesome, Tonto?"
He raised his chin and pursed his lips. He looked annoyed. "Finishing the Jackson Heights report. I can't do it," he continued, "because I wasn't involved in the investigation. I know Billy King, and I know enough about the Lee Chen case to take the statements."
"There's no way I'm gonna let you tool around on your own," I snapped, opening the drawer with a bang. "New car or no new car."
He stood up. "In case it escaped your notice, Detective," he said, taking out his badge and displaying it in my direction, "I've got the credentials. I've also got the experience, and before you say that it's different now," he plowed ahead, his voice raised, "this is my job, too, and I finally get a say in the way things are done here."
"Sandburg, hold on," I began, raising my hands.
"And since I drove in this morning, I have the car keys." He grabbed his coat and walked out the door.
I blinked and closed my mouth, turning back to the bullpen. Rafe was grinning at me, but his grin disappeared when I slammed the drawer shut and glared at him.
Told through Jim’s POV, we see him alternately annoyed, worried, jealous, proud; but ultimately at peace with the new partnership. Jim barely has time to adjust, though, because a big bust is in the works, bringing increased danger and even more changes. Enjoy.
Recalibrations
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Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length:
Author on LJ:
beledibabe Author Website: at AO3
Why this must be read: A more unusual look at a post-series “Blair becomes a cop” story.
Unusual in that Blair doesn’t merely pick up where he left off (albeit with a badge). That is, he’s not content to play sidekick to Jim. This Blair embraces his new career with gusto and, at times, is tugging Jim along in his wake.
"What's first on the agenda, pardner?" he said in that god-awful accent he keeps trying to tell me is a Texas lilt. I'm not a fool. Nobody on "Dallas" ever sounded like that.
"SOS, Sandburg." I tossed a bunch of files onto his desk. "We've gotta get statements for the Lee Chen investigation, track down Billy King, that little shit, and find out what he's heard about the latest delivery. Simon's waiting for the report on the Jackson Heights job to be finished and handed over to the Feds..."
He dropped his hands onto the desk and let his chair fall forward. "I could start with the statements, and while I'm out there, keep an ear open about Billy."
I raised my eyebrows as I retrieved my pencil mug and stapler from the corner of his desk. Sandburg, going off on his own? I didn't think so.
"And what would I be doing while you're out there, all on your lonesome, Tonto?"
He raised his chin and pursed his lips. He looked annoyed. "Finishing the Jackson Heights report. I can't do it," he continued, "because I wasn't involved in the investigation. I know Billy King, and I know enough about the Lee Chen case to take the statements."
"There's no way I'm gonna let you tool around on your own," I snapped, opening the drawer with a bang. "New car or no new car."
He stood up. "In case it escaped your notice, Detective," he said, taking out his badge and displaying it in my direction, "I've got the credentials. I've also got the experience, and before you say that it's different now," he plowed ahead, his voice raised, "this is my job, too, and I finally get a say in the way things are done here."
"Sandburg, hold on," I began, raising my hands.
"And since I drove in this morning, I have the car keys." He grabbed his coat and walked out the door.
I blinked and closed my mouth, turning back to the bullpen. Rafe was grinning at me, but his grin disappeared when I slammed the drawer shut and glared at him.
Told through Jim’s POV, we see him alternately annoyed, worried, jealous, proud; but ultimately at peace with the new partnership. Jim barely has time to adjust, though, because a big bust is in the works, bringing increased danger and even more changes. Enjoy.
Recalibrations
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