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The Sentinel/General/#064. Moody

Title: Home And Friends
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 064. Moody
Word Count: 1146
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: None, vague mention of Blair being at the loft for two years.
Summary: Blair realizes there is a pattern developing when Jim comes home moody.
A/N: This is written for 100moods. I don't own the characters, that honor belongs to Pet Fly and Paramount. My prompt table is here.

Home And Friends

The last thing Blair wanted to do was argue with Jim. He knew instinctively that Jim would be mad at him, yell at him, and argue with him. Blair decided to avoid the inevitable by just leaving. He hastily wrote a note, leaving it on the refrigerator door, held in place by Jim's Cascade PD magnet.

Blair walked towards the door, grabbing his coat from the hook there, picking up his backpack and getting his keys from the basket. He turned around, looking at the loft once more before he walked out the door. He took the stairs down to the first floor and left the apartment building, heading towards his car. He wasn't sure where he was going, but it would be as far away from the loft as he could. At least for now.


Jim unlocked the door to the loft, letting loose a sigh of relief that he was finally home. Home. It was automatic that he thought of the loft as home these days. Ever since Blair had moved in for his *one week*, which had now been over two years. Jim found it gratifying that he looked forward to coming home to someone, to talk over what had taken place during the day. He never had that when he was married to Carolyn. Both of them had careers with the police department and pretty much knew what the other was going through on a daily basis. There was no need to rehash things over at home.

Then Jim had discovered that he and Carolyn had very little in common other than their jobs. There had been love, but that hadn't been enough to sustain them. Now, they were better friends than they ever had been when they were married. And Jim enjoyed the solitude of having the loft all to himself.

At least until Sandburg had wormed his way into Jim's life. Jim knew it was partially because Blair helped him with his senses that he put up with the guy. However, over time, it became more than that. They were now friends and they enjoyed hanging out with each other, doing things together, such as camping, fishing, going to games and such.

When Jim had walked inside the building, he automatically tried to lock in on Blair inside the loft. He hadn't seen Blair's car in the parking lot, but that didn't always mean Blair wasn't home. As he neared the loft, there was no indication that there was anyone inside the loft. Jim looked at his watch, noticing it was past 6:00 PM. Sandburg should be home by now.

Jim unlocked the door to the loft and walked inside. It was dark and cold inside. Blair definitely wasn't home yet. Jim took off his coat, hanging it up on one of the hooks there and made his way to the kitchen, spotting the note with his name on it, held in place on the front of the refrigerator by the Cascade PD magnet. It was Sandburg's handwriting. Jim frowned as he reached for the note, wondering what Sandburg was up to now.

Jim read the note, shaking his head as he wondered just how Blair's brain worked at times. He was apologizing for tracking in mud and dirt, even though he said he had cleaned it up, obviously not up to Sentinel standards. Jim went and turned on the lights so he could see how bad it was. He had to give Blair credit, at least he cleaned it up instead of leaving it, as he might have done early on in their friendship and living together. The kid had learned over the years. Yes, Jim would have to do more cleaning, but first things first. He had to track down his partner and friend and tell him it was safe to come home.


Jim smiled when he saw Blair's car parked in the lot beside Hargrove Hall. He knew his friend too well. This was the one place Blair felt was his sanctuary, his place to get away from the harsh realities of life. Even though sometimes being a TA was harsh and wore his nerves somewhat. He loved Rainier, loved teaching, and loved learning.

Jim made his way to Blair's office, hearing the music playing even before he got into the corridor. He only shook his head, wondering how Blair could listen to that *noise*. It wasn't really music, although Blair explained many times in the past how it was original to some tribe in Africa.

Jim opened the office door, looking at Blair sitting at his desk. He looked every bit the professor he was. Looking at him there, Jim realized he had underestimated Blair over their partnership together. Jim knew practically nothing about Blair's work and studies at the university, except of course for the Sentinel stuff. Jim had always dismissed Blair's time at the university, not thinking that for Blair, this was his life and had been for better than ten years. It was an important part of what Blair was.

"… you zoned?"

Jim came out of his contemplation, looking at Blair. "No, I haven't zoned. I was just thinking."

Blair laughed. "Oh, man! Leaving yourself wide open with that."

"I came here to see why you're not home yet."

"Didn't you see my note? I left it on the refrigerator."

"I read the note, Chief. And actually, I was in a very good mood when I got home tonight. I was looking forward to having dinner with my friend and watching some television. I expect you to be there when I come home."

Blair couldn't help but smile. That was twice that Jim referred to home. "I just didn't want you to be moody, yell at me for the mess and for us to get into an argument. It seems to be the pattern we've been in for a while."

Jim knew Blair was right. "I am sorry. It's just that I bring home my day from time to time. I don't mean to, but it's hard to separate things, especially when things go bad."

"I totally understand, Jim. I just thought I'd take a proactive stance this time."

"You did a good job of cleaning up after yourself, Chief. Why don't I treat you to dinner and then we can go home and finish the cleaning?"

"Oh, tell me you are joking?" Blair cautiously got to his feet.

Jim couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Yeah, I'm joking. I'll make sure it's Sentinel clean."

"I'm so glad to see you're not in a mood. You have to learn to leave the station at the station. Maybe you can work on some meditation techniques as you're driving home."

Jim only nodded his head. He'd be willing to try anything, just so he wouldn't risk ruining his friendship with Blair.


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