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Title: Dr. Blair Sandburg
Author/Artist: Debbie
Character/Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only and no money was made from the endeavor.
Prompt Table #: 4
Prompt: 002. Museum
Rating: G
Warnings: None really
Word Count: 934
Author’s Notes: Written for 25_places Table

Dr. Blair Sandburg

Jim ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was already late and he knew Blair wasn't going to be happy. He had tried calling his partner, but Blair wasn't answering his cell phone. Normally, that would have put Jim on Blessed Protector overdrive, but he was more concerned about arriving at the history museum as he had promised Blair.

Blair had been involved in the grant writing, the set-up, and the acquisition of artifacts of the latest display on Mayan rituals at the Cascade History Museum. He had been a nervous wreck over the past three months as he had been put in charge of everything. The university president and the head of the Anthropology department had decided Blair was qualified to do all of the work.

Jim had seen very little of Blair over the past month, as he was procuring the artifacts from around the world for the exhibit, writing up the accompanying literature for said artifacts and then the actual setting up of the exhibit, once everything had arrived. Jim kept giving Blair encouragement throughout the different processes and helped whenever he could. He wanted Blair's first big exhibit to be a success.

When Blair asked Jim to be there on the opening night of the exhibit, there was no hesitation on Jim's part. He assured Blair he would be there, after he went home to change clothes. Blair had reminded Jim that morning about the time.

"It opens at 6:30, Jim, but if you arrive earlier, just let the security guard know that you're with me. Henry will let you in."

"Chummy with the help now, Sandburg?"

"Hey, I'll have you know, Henry has saved my butt several times. He showed up early the other day just to let me inside to fix something on the exhibit. I told him I was going to treat him to a steak dinner for all he's done for me."

Jim looked at his watch as he unlocked the door to the loft -- it was already 6:15. He had planned to leave the station at 5:00. He had even told Simon he had to leave by 5:00. But plans seemed to go awry all of the time. And this had to be one of those times. A break in an on-going case had panned out about 4:00 and it had taken until 5:45 to finish the initial paperwork. When Jim saw what time it was, he barreled out of the bullpen, taking the stairs down to the garage. He gunned his truck to life and peeled out of the garage. He still had to change clothes and get to the museum, knowing Blair expected him to be there. He had tried several times to get hold of Sandburg, but he wasn't answering his cell phone. No big surprise there, after all, this was the most important night of his life and he was probably nervous and probably had turned off his cell phone.

Jim bounded up the stairs to his bedroom, knowing it was going to take him longer than fifteen minutes to change into a respectable suit. Then there was the drive to the museum, across town, probably another fifteen minutes. If he wasn't there on time, he knew Blair would worry.

Then he thought about it. He could call the museum and have them get a message to Blair, telling him that he was going to be late. Jim found the phone book he kept upstairs and looked up the number to the museum. He called the number from his cell phone.

"Cascade History Museum."

"Yes, this is Detective Jim Ellison and I need to get a very important message to Dr. Blair Sandburg." Jim smiled when he thought about Blair being a doctor and still being so young.

"What message, Detective?"

"Tell him I'm going to be about half an hour late and that I'll explain when I get there."

"Very good, sir. We'll make sure Dr. Sandburg gets the message."

"Thank you."

Jim hung up the phone and got ready. If things worked out okay, it might not be a half hour at all. But Jim just wanted to cover himself, just in case.

He arrived at around 6:45. He walked inside the museum and saw the crowds of people huddled towards one of the big rooms towards the back. As Jim neared the room, he was able to pick out Blair's voice from the crowd. He smiled to himself. Jim had been concerned with the high volume of people in the museum, but he was able to lock in on his guide and was soon standing within three feet of Blair. At that moment, Blair turned and looked at him, a smile coming across his face. Blair excused himself from the three people he had been talking to and walked over to Jim, taking him by the arm.

"Good to see you made it. You know, when you weren't here early, I started to worry. But I didn't have any spare time to call."

"I tried calling your cell phone, but there wasn't any answer."

"I turned it off, figuring it would just be a distraction that I didn't need." Blair kept his hand on Jim's forearm. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I'm late. We got a break in the Miller case and I had to do the arrest and the preliminary reports. How's it going, Chief?"

"I'm a hit, Jim! Everyone from the university and the museum love the exhibit!"

Jim kept the smile on his face, pleased for his partner and friend.


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